Mu Jingzhou thought about it seriously, and the mocking words came again.
"The old lady of Chengyanghou Mansion doesn't want you, so why don't you stick to Chengyanghou Mansion?"
Chen Anhao's face was pale, she was holding her skirt in her hands, her watery eyes were drooping, as if she was sad.
"I have only been loved by my mother since I was a child, so I am considered a humble person. But I married a wealthy family, so it is not surprising that people look down on me."
"They don't love me, so I should love myself."
The further back you get, the quieter Chen An's voice becomes.
Being able to hang out with Mu Jingzhou, a dog eunuch, is nothing short of self-love.
Thinking of this, she raised her eyes slightly and glared at Mu Jingzhou resentfully.
If he hadn't broken into Chengyang Marquis' Mansion on the day of her wedding, how could she have been scorned by him again and again?
The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and my tears began to fall uncontrollably.
Mu Jingzhou liked to see her looking pitiful while holding back tears. Now that she was really crying, he frowned again. This person made of water melted with just one move.
He was afraid that she would cry harder and harder, so he rubbed his forehead: "If you cry again, I will overturn the Chengyang Marquis' Mansion. In front of everyone in the Chengyang Marquis' Mansion, I will take off your clothes and have sex with you in front of the Zhou family's ancestral hall."
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A pair of delicate white hands quickly covered his mouth, covering it tightly. Chen Anhao, with tears still on his face, glared at him, making his ears turn red with hatred.
"You can't talk nonsense!"
Mu Jingzhou raised his eyebrows, put his hands under his head, and moved his eyes around her clothes.
The evil peach blossom eyes paired with this romantic gaze make her look like a yuppie, just like the romantic gentleman in a storybook who has fallen in love with his pretty little lover.
Chen Anhao even felt that his clothes had been stripped off by him, and now he was staring at her naked.
Her face turned red and she covered her clothes tightly.
Mu Jingzhou said: "When you recover, I will send you back."
Chen Anhao secretly made up her mind. No matter how bitter the medicine was, she would pinch the tip of her nose and drink it with her head raised.
Take good care of yourself as soon as possible and return to Chengyang Marquis Mansion as soon as possible.
Fortunately, Mu Jingzhou had some conscience, so he only slept in the same bed with her in the same clothes for the past two days. He held her in his arms and said that he slept comfortably in his warm and soft jade arms.
On the fourth day, Lu Wu called a doctor for her to come and treat her through the bed curtain. The doctor said it was nothing serious.
She hurriedly asked Lu Wu to talk to the doctor and Mu Jingzhou.
It happened that he was going to Jiangnan and had no time to look for her, so he had her sent to the gate of Chengyang Houfu.
After receiving the news, the old lady, Zhou Jingchuan and others came to pick her up at the door.
Chen An was so excited to perform the Wanfu ceremony with the old lady. When he was so moved, the tip of his nose became sour.
It is not easy for her to come back.
The old lady stretched out her hand to help her: "It's really hard for my grandson-in-law Anhao. Shake the branch, Anhao is Jingchuan's wife, you should call her sister."
"Grandma, I already agreed when I married Yaozhi that she wouldn't be a little girl."
A clear male voice suddenly appeared, and Chen Anhao raised his eyes slightly to look at him.
She has a fair appearance, an air of elegance, a slender figure, and a good-looking appearance.
Zhou Jingchuan also wanted to take a look at this woman who insisted on marrying into his family and becoming his wife regardless of rumors.
Unexpectedly, he met Chen Anhao's eyes.
Chen Anhao quickly looked away, a little shyly.
This is her husband.
This delicate look made Zhou Jingchuan, who originally looked down on her, feel a little protective in his heart.
Delicate flowers should be pampered.
Zhou Jingchuan thought.
Chen Anhao lowered his eyebrows and respectfully bowed to Zhou Jingchuan: "Mr. sir, be safe."
"Yes." Zhou Jingchuan responded, his eyes falling on her thin white neck, with a different thought in his eyes.
This skin, if touched, would probably leave a mark.
She would probably curl up her toes in a tingly manner, tilt her neck up and wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Zhou Jingchuan thought a little too much.
Chen Anhao felt uncomfortable being looked at, and his face was slightly hot: "Mr. sir, what's wrong?"