"She once gave Yan Xi a sapphire, and Yan Xi liked it very much. Later, she found out that the sapphire was dug out of a dead man's mouth."
"Once Yan Xi almost fell off the horse, and someone had tampered with the horse's hoof. The person who was with her at that time was Catherine May."
Luo Junheng held a cigarette in his mouth, recalling the past, his eyes cold and distant, "You don't know, your sister-in-law and I actually had a child before, but we lost it."
Nan Song's eyes widened suddenly, she really didn't know!
"Lost?"
She asked in a condensed voice, "Is it Mei's fault too?"
Luo Junheng took a puff of cigarette and slowly blew out a puff of smoke, "I don't know. I tried to investigate, but I didn't find any evidence. But from then on, Yan Xi started to stay away from her."
"Should have stayed away long ago!"
Nan Song said bitterly: "That woman!"
She just doesn't understand, there are so many men in the world, why do some women prefer to compete with others for their husbands?!
Does it taste good when you grab it?
Luo Junheng said in a deep voice: "Not long after Yan Xi died, Mr. Boulanger, the owner of Thrushcross Grange, also died. The cause of death was unknown, and Catherine May Boulanger became a widow. One day, she suddenly came to me and said
, 'Your wife is dead, my husband is dead, and we can finally be together'. She asked me to marry her, and Thrushcross Grange was her dowry."
"Oh, you are indeed seriously ill."
Nan Song said angrily: "You should tell her that even if all the women in the world die, you will not be with her and let her die as soon as possible!"
Luo Junheng's voice was dull, "Absolutely, that's what I told her."
"But she's still evil, isn't she?"
Nan Song sneered coldly, "I thought I had seen the meanest woman in the world, but I didn't expect that there are even meaner ones. It's really eye-opening."
*
At this moment, on the hotel bed under the warm yellow light, a man and a woman were fighting vigorously.
The clothes had been torn into pieces and thrown under the bed.
Zhuo Xuan's mouth was gagged and her wrists were tied to the head of the bed.
...until the man feels comfortable.
With a thin soft quilt covering her body, Zhuo Xuan lay on the man like a boneless person, "Brother Wang, do you want to stay tonight?"
The man raised his eyes with sarcasm in his eyes, "Why, didn't I feed you?"
Zhuo Xuan's face showed the shyness of a young girl, but her hands were caressing the man's body dishonestly.
"I would be scared if I stayed here alone."
The man smiled sarcastically again, stretched out his hand to pinch her mouth, "You women are used to lying to others with your mouth. What you say is soft and sweet, but what you do is ruthless and cruel."
He pushed Zhuo Xuan coldly, got off the ground, pulled up his trousers, put on his clothes, and returned to his usual meticulous demeanor.
Zhuo Xuan was still worried about this man's moodiness. It was sunny one second and cloudy the next.
But she didn't dare to touch his reverse scale easily. After all, this was her only support and way out now.
The man was arranging his clothes in front of the mirror. Zhuo Xuan jumped down and stretched out her hands to tidy up his clothes. She looked like a well-behaved little daughter-in-law, and finally coaxed the man to change his mood.
"Your aunt Zhuo Yue has been released on medical parole and will be released in a few days."
"real?"
Zhuo Xuan was very happy, "Thank you, Brother Wang."
She leaned forward, kissed Wang Ting on the face, and asked tentatively: "Well, Qiao..."
"Still under arrangement."
Wang Ting grabbed Zhuo Xuan's waist and rubbed her hard in front of her. His cold fingers slid across her face, and there was a sinister look in his eyes.
"He sent a wonderful person like you to me, and I have to let him get 'value for money'."