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He Zhengxiao raised his arm to open the fluttering pillow, and the other hand passed through the crook of her leg, locking her range of motion to the bed again.

There were no waves between his eyebrows, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was full of coldness in Qiao Weihuan's eyes.

Qiao Weihuan crawled to the head of the bed in a panic, and a force came from his waist, which was He Zhengxiao's palm. She was forced to lie on the bed, followed by the sound of her clothes cracking, and a chill ran down her spine.

The smooth butterfly bones are exposed, and on the white skin, tiny fluff scrambles to stand up.

One hand was cut behind his back, Qiao Weihuan turned his head with great effort, and he couldn't resist the pressure on his body at all, so he could only use his other hand to grab the quilt under him: "He Zhengxiao, you can't ......"

He Zhengxiao picked off the last bit of cover on her body, and the dark light of his eyes always fell on her pale little half of her face, "I can't indulge you, or can't I get used to you?" ”

Heaven and earth are not afraid, and when he comes to him, he becomes a hedgehog with a soft belly, full of grievances and disappointments, which are the result of his too permissiveness.

The overwhelming danger lingered around, Qiao Weihuan had no power to resist, and kept shaking his head, "He Zheng-"

The last word was cut off by the sudden invasion/offense.

Qiao Weihuan bit the tip of her tongue violently and swallowed all the sounds. But He Zhengxiao still refused to let her go, and in the swaying tide, she was pinched by He Zhengxiao's cold fingers, and she had to open her lips and let out an intermittent whimper that seemed to be crying......

Early in the morning, Uncle Zhong, who was in the living room downstairs, heard footsteps and immediately lowered his head: "Young master." ”

He Zhengxiao walked down the last step without saying a word, put on his gloves slowly and methodically, and said in a low voice: "Let her sleep well, don't let the maid disturb her." ”

Uncle Zhong couldn't hear the sound of the upstairs downstairs, let alone the door was tightly closed, but he knew that the room had the lights on all night.

Sighing silently, Uncle Zhong bowed: "Yes, young master." ”

In the car, Uncle Zhong looked in the rearview mirror, He Zhengxiao's slender ten fingers crossed on his lower abdomen, and Yingting's eyebrows appeared and disappeared in the staggered time.

"Uncle Zhong, what was the last conversation you heard?"

He Zhengxiao didn't plan to ask how many years Cui Chengchuan was born and died with him, and he never doubted Cui Chengchuan. And Charlotte's motives are insufficient, Lisi wants to do the queen's business, they always know that if Charlotte wants to do something, she will do something early in the morning and will not wait until now.

But Qiao Weihuan wouldn't lie about it, if it wasn't for the fact that he was so angry last night, I'm afraid the two of them could talk about it......

Uncle Zhong restored the dialogue with a straight look: "Young master, I heard Mr. Morris ask at that time, Miss Charlotte is a victim, do you want to follow the same path as her." Miss Charlotte's answer was that she could do anything for the sake of Demville, and so could the young master, as long as ......"

"Just what?"

"Then their conversation was interrupted."

He Zhengxiao pressed his long fingers to the center of his eyebrows and closed his eyes gently.

The car drove slowly into Charlotte's manor, and the sleepy-eyed maid opened the door, and when he saw the man outside the door, he woke up in an instant, "Mr. Demwell......

The heavy dampness outside stained his coat, and He Zhengxiao walked away with his long legs coldly, "Go and wake up Charlotte." ”

The maid didn't dare to delay, and went upstairs in a panic.

Charlotte was not asleep at this time, she heard a knock at the door and got up from her chair.

When she arrived at the hall, she saw the back of the majestic shore standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and Charlotte waved the maid away, "Art." ”

He Zhengxiao stared at the long deep night outside the window without moving, and said in a moody voice: "Charlotte, in front of the tombstone of old Demville, you swore to let him see the future of Demville. ”

Charlotte folded her arms, and there were small pieces of cold light floating in her green eyes, "Yes, and I'm working hard for Demville, and he will one day see the results that he can't do, or even dare to imagine." ”

He Zhengxiao laughed lowly, but the smile didn't climb into his eyes. He turned back slowly, his dark eyes falling on Charlotte with no hesitation.

"Even what you did to her, and what you did to her, is also in your efforts?"

It sounded like I had already believed Qiao Weihuan's retelling.

Charlotte paused, followed by a little surprise on her face: "She told you?" ”

"Art, I know you never wanted to marry Lisi, but I can't stop thinking because you're everything to Demville." Charlotte lifted her chin slightly, "I really don't like her, after all, she caused you to give up your title." ”

She skillfully avoided Uncle Han's affairs, as if she had never known, and only revealed that she and Qiao Weihuan said that she wanted He Zhengxiao to marry Lisi.

But He Zhengxiao's eyes are too deep, not sharp or sharp, but as if there is a tangible substance, peel off the skin of her disguise, and glimpse the hidden traces inside.

However, He Zhengxiao knows Charlotte, Charlotte also knows him, she knows deeply that a little disobedience will make He Zhengxiao suspicious, so she can't mess around, let alone say the wrong thing, so she held her original posture and didn't say a word more.

After a while, He Zhengxiao put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, but the heavy feeling of pressure around his body did not dissipate.

"Charlotte, you'd better never do anything out of the ordinary."

A plausible warning successfully made Charlotte's face sink, but He Zhengxiao only left her with a broad and straight back.

He Zhengxiao stepped into the carriage and glanced at the tall figure standing by the window, "Where is Morris." ”

……

Qiao Weihuan slept in a daze, and suddenly opened her eyes, a little unable to distinguish the situation.

It was almost noon at this time, and the heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and in the fine gaps, the sporadic light jumped into the room, making her feel a little dazzling.

My whole body was uncomfortable, it was sore and painful, and my lips were still numb. Qiao Weihuan raised his hand, rubbed his swollen eyelids, and paused with the movement.

There are bruises and purple bruises on his wrists, which were made alive by He Zhengxiao.

The room was full of the smell of lust/lust that had not yet dispersed, and there were torn clothes on the floor, all of which reminded Qiao Weihuan of what happened last night.

Qiao Weihuan looked at the mess all over the ground, and there was a pain in his chest that was pulled. She buried her face in the fluffy pillow, her fingers twisting the corners of the pillow fiercely.

Last night he did it for a long time, and his movements were unprecedentedly tough, and she couldn't struggle, and she was passively endured with half cold and half heat, and finally fainted at all.

He Zhengxiao, how can he!

Even if they are married, in vain to her wishes, they ask her for her domineering and tough, what is the difference between her and strong J?!

What's even more hateful is that He Zhengxiao knows her body too well, and after the dryness and pain at the beginning, she inevitably fell into the desire/hope that He Zhengxiao hooked, and she couldn't even extricate herself. In the end, it was impossible to tell whether she had no strength to resist or whether she had complied with a familiar desire.

It could also be that emotions are at work, so she is even more disheartened now.

The feeling of being about to suffocate made Qiao Weihuan have to let go of the pillow, she turned over and gasped for air. Feeling that the heat in her eyes was about to fall out, she closed her eyes fiercely and laughed sarcastically. However, the throat was too dry, and the voice was hoarse and broken as if it had been squeezed out.

The servants in the manor were ordered to do things lightly all day, for fear of disturbing Qiao Weihuan upstairs.

It wasn't until about two o'clock in the afternoon that the bedroom door finally opened. The maid passing by in the hallway heard the door open and quickly stopped and bent down.

Qiao Weihuan passed by the maid with an expressionless face, and went straight downstairs to the dining room.

The food was prepared on the table, and it was kept warm with a metal cover, but there was still a trace of aroma overflowing.

The servant followed behind him and whispered, "Madam, do you want to dine?" Sir confessed, the meal was always hot, you ......"

Qiao Weihuan didn't even look at the table, raised her feet and went into the kitchen, took off the hair ring on her wrist, tied up her hair and began to wash her hands, then opened the refrigerator, took out an egg at random, and began to cook.

The maid also knew that Mr. and Mrs. had quarreled again, she cautiously raised her eyes, and wanted to persuade her, but suddenly saw the shocking bruise on Qiao Weihuan's wrist and the bloody and dry wound on her lips, and suddenly closed her mouth.

It's not that he wants to abuse himself deliberately, it's just He Zhengxiao's "kindness", Qiao Weihuan can't stand it.

Slap the sweet date again, but unfortunately it hurts too much this time, she has a scar in her heart, and it may never be good.

There must be a bottom line to be a man, she always thought that He Zhengxiao's bottom line was not to accept betrayal, but she really didn't do anything, so she got her current fate.

I thought that she could finally touch a point or two of her true intentions, but the result was that she was self-righteous, and she didn't see clearly what kind of person He Zhengxiao was from beginning to end.

When she is gentle, she is obsessed, when she is indifferent, she is suspicious, and when she is angry, it is more terrible than what she fears......

Qiao Weihuan thought about it, one didn't pay attention, the strength under his hands was not mastered well, and he pinched the good eggs finely, and the maid was excited, and he always felt that Mrs. was crushing the eggs as if they were gentlemen......

Reluctantly ate something, Qiao Weihuan went upstairs with heavy steps, took a simple shower, washed off the stickiness of his body, and changed his clothes.

When he was about to go out, two men in suits outside the door, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly blocked the exit and hung his head respectfully: "Madam." ”

Qiao Weihuan slowly fluttered her eyelashes, her throat was still painful, and her voice seemed weak, "Do you mean that I am not allowed to go out?" ”

The two of them were silent, their heads hanging lower. The servants in the living room also held their breath, afraid that Qiao Weihuan would be even more angry.

Qiao Weihuan understood that these people didn't want to, but every time she quarreled, her first reaction was to avoid it, and He Zhengxiao simply didn't let her go out.

But this time she just wanted to go around the yard, and she didn't want to leave at all.

So far, she has nothing to go back to, not to mention that she has to wait for He Zhengxiao to come back.

Qiao Weihuan coughed lightly, pulled up his collar, and turned to go upstairs.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

He Zhengxiao raised his arm to open the fluttering pillow, and the other hand passed through the crook of her leg, locking her range of motion to the bed again.

There were no waves between his eyebrows, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was full of coldness in Qiao Weihuan's eyes.

Qiao Weihuan crawled to the head of the bed in a panic, and a force came from his waist, which was He Zhengxiao's palm. She was forced to lie on the bed, followed by the sound of her clothes cracking, and a chill ran down her spine.

The smooth butterfly bones are exposed, and on the white skin, tiny fluff scrambles to stand up.

One hand was cut behind his back, Qiao Weihuan turned his head with great effort, and he couldn't resist the pressure on his body at all, so he could only use his other hand to grab the quilt under him: "He Zhengxiao, you can't ......"

He Zhengxiao picked off the last bit of cover on her body, and the dark light of his eyes always fell on her pale little half of her face, "I can't indulge you, or can't I get used to you?" ”

Heaven and earth are not afraid, and when he comes to him, he becomes a hedgehog with a soft belly, full of grievances and disappointments, which are the result of his too permissiveness.

The overwhelming danger lingered around, Qiao Weihuan had no power to resist, and kept shaking his head, "He Zheng-"

The last word was cut off by the sudden invasion/offense.

Qiao Weihuan bit the tip of her tongue violently and swallowed all the sounds. But He Zhengxiao still refused to let her go, and in the swaying tide, she was pinched by He Zhengxiao's cold fingers, and she had to open her lips and let out an intermittent whimper that seemed to be crying......

Early in the morning, Uncle Zhong, who was in the living room downstairs, heard footsteps and immediately lowered his head: "Young master." ”

He Zhengxiao walked down the last step without saying a word, put on his gloves slowly and methodically, and said in a low voice: "Let her sleep well, don't let the maid disturb her." ”

Uncle Zhong couldn't hear the sound of the upstairs downstairs, let alone the door was tightly closed, but he knew that the room had the lights on all night.

Sighing silently, Uncle Zhong bowed: "Yes, young master." ”

In the car, Uncle Zhong looked in the rearview mirror, He Zhengxiao's slender ten fingers crossed on his lower abdomen, and Yingting's eyebrows appeared and disappeared in the staggered time.

"Uncle Zhong, what was the last conversation you heard?"

He Zhengxiao didn't plan to ask how many years Cui Chengchuan was born and died with him, and he never doubted Cui Chengchuan. And Charlotte's motives are insufficient, Lisi wants to do the queen's business, they always know that if Charlotte wants to do something, she will do something early in the morning and will not wait until now.

But Qiao Weihuan wouldn't lie about it, if it wasn't for the fact that he was so angry last night, I'm afraid the two of them could talk about it......

Uncle Zhong restored the dialogue with a straight look: "Young master, I heard Mr. Morris ask at that time, Miss Charlotte is a victim, do you want to follow the same path as her." Miss Charlotte's answer was that she could do anything for the sake of Demville, and so could the young master, as long as ......"

"Just what?"

"Then their conversation was interrupted."

He Zhengxiao pressed his long fingers to the center of his eyebrows and closed his eyes gently.

The car drove slowly into Charlotte's manor, and the sleepy-eyed maid opened the door, and when he saw the man outside the door, he woke up in an instant, "Mr. Demwell......

The heavy dampness outside stained his coat, and He Zhengxiao walked away with his long legs coldly, "Go and wake up Charlotte." ”

The maid didn't dare to delay, and went upstairs in a panic.

Charlotte was not asleep at this time, she heard a knock at the door and got up from her chair.

When she arrived at the hall, she saw the back of the majestic shore standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and Charlotte waved the maid away, "Art." ”

He Zhengxiao stared at the long deep night outside the window without moving, and said in a moody voice: "Charlotte, in front of the tombstone of old Demville, you swore to let him see the future of Demville. ”

Charlotte folded her arms, and there were small pieces of cold light floating in her green eyes, "Yes, and I'm working hard for Demville, and he will one day see the results that he can't do, or even dare to imagine." ”

He Zhengxiao laughed lowly, but the smile didn't climb into his eyes. He turned back slowly, his dark eyes falling on Charlotte with no hesitation.

"Even what you did to her, and what you did to her, is also in your efforts?"

It sounded like I had already believed Qiao Weihuan's retelling.

Charlotte paused, followed by a little surprise on her face: "She told you?" ”

"Art, I know you never wanted to marry Lisi, but I can't stop thinking because you're everything to Demville." Charlotte lifted her chin slightly, "I really don't like her, after all, she caused you to give up your title." ”

She skillfully avoided Uncle Han's affairs, as if she had never known, and only revealed that she and Qiao Weihuan said that she wanted He Zhengxiao to marry Lisi.

But He Zhengxiao's eyes are too deep, not sharp or sharp, but as if there is a tangible substance, peel off the skin of her disguise, and glimpse the hidden traces inside.

However, He Zhengxiao knows Charlotte, Charlotte also knows him, she knows deeply that a little disobedience will make He Zhengxiao suspicious, so she can't mess around, let alone say the wrong thing, so she held her original posture and didn't say a word more.

After a while, He Zhengxiao put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, but the heavy feeling of pressure around his body did not dissipate.

"Charlotte, you'd better never do anything out of the ordinary."

A plausible warning successfully made Charlotte's face sink, but He Zhengxiao only left her with a broad and straight back.

He Zhengxiao stepped into the carriage and glanced at the tall figure standing by the window, "Where is Morris." ”

……

Qiao Weihuan slept in a daze, and suddenly opened her eyes, a little unable to distinguish the situation.

It was almost noon at this time, and the heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and in the fine gaps, the sporadic light jumped into the room, making her feel a little dazzling.

My whole body was uncomfortable, it was sore and painful, and my lips were still numb. Qiao Weihuan raised his hand, rubbed his swollen eyelids, and paused with the movement.

There are bruises and purple bruises on his wrists, which were made alive by He Zhengxiao.

The room was full of the smell of lust/lust that had not yet dispersed, and there were torn clothes on the floor, all of which reminded Qiao Weihuan of what happened last night.

Qiao Weihuan looked at the mess all over the ground, and there was a pain in his chest that was pulled. She buried her face in the fluffy pillow, her fingers twisting the corners of the pillow fiercely.

Last night he did it for a long time, and his movements were unprecedentedly tough, and she couldn't struggle, and she was passively endured with half cold and half heat, and finally fainted at all.

He Zhengxiao, how can he!

Even if they are married, in vain to her wishes, they ask her for her domineering and tough, what is the difference between her and strong J?!

What's even more hateful is that He Zhengxiao knows her body too well, and after the dryness and pain at the beginning, she inevitably fell into the desire/hope that He Zhengxiao hooked, and she couldn't even extricate herself. In the end, it was impossible to tell whether she had no strength to resist or whether she had complied with a familiar desire.

It could also be that emotions are at work, so she is even more disheartened now.

The feeling of being about to suffocate made Qiao Weihuan have to let go of the pillow, she turned over and gasped for air. Feeling that the heat in her eyes was about to fall out, she closed her eyes fiercely and laughed sarcastically. However, the throat was too dry, and the voice was hoarse and broken as if it had been squeezed out.

The servants in the manor were ordered to do things lightly all day, for fear of disturbing Qiao Weihuan upstairs.

It wasn't until about two o'clock in the afternoon that the bedroom door finally opened. The maid passing by in the hallway heard the door open and quickly stopped and bent down.

Qiao Weihuan passed by the maid with an expressionless face, and went straight downstairs to the dining room.

The food was prepared on the table, and it was kept warm with a metal cover, but there was still a trace of aroma overflowing.

The servant followed behind him and whispered, "Madam, do you want to dine?" Sir confessed, the meal was always hot, you ......"

Qiao Weihuan didn't even look at the table, raised her feet and went into the kitchen, took off the hair ring on her wrist, tied up her hair and began to wash her hands, then opened the refrigerator, took out an egg at random, and began to cook.

The maid also knew that Mr. and Mrs. had quarreled again, she cautiously raised her eyes, and wanted to persuade her, but suddenly saw the shocking bruise on Qiao Weihuan's wrist and the bloody and dry wound on her lips, and suddenly closed her mouth.

It's not that he wants to abuse himself deliberately, it's just He Zhengxiao's "kindness", Qiao Weihuan can't stand it.

Slap the sweet date again, but unfortunately it hurts too much this time, she has a scar in her heart, and it may never be good.

There must be a bottom line to be a man, she always thought that He Zhengxiao's bottom line was not to accept betrayal, but she really didn't do anything, so she got her current fate.

I thought that she could finally touch a point or two of her true intentions, but the result was that she was self-righteous, and she didn't see clearly what kind of person He Zhengxiao was from beginning to end.

When she is gentle, she is obsessed, when she is indifferent, she is suspicious, and when she is angry, it is more terrible than what she fears......

Qiao Weihuan thought about it, one didn't pay attention, the strength under his hands was not mastered well, and he pinched the good eggs finely, and the maid was excited, and he always felt that Mrs. was crushing the eggs as if they were gentlemen......

Reluctantly ate something, Qiao Weihuan went upstairs with heavy steps, took a simple shower, washed off the stickiness of his body, and changed his clothes.

When he was about to go out, two men in suits outside the door, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly blocked the exit and hung his head respectfully: "Madam." ”

Qiao Weihuan slowly fluttered her eyelashes, her throat was still painful, and her voice seemed weak, "Do you mean that I am not allowed to go out?" ”

The two of them were silent, their heads hanging lower. The servants in the living room also held their breath, afraid that Qiao Weihuan would be even more angry.

Qiao Weihuan understood that these people didn't want to, but every time she quarreled, her first reaction was to avoid it, and He Zhengxiao simply didn't let her go out.

But this time she just wanted to go around the yard, and she didn't want to leave at all.

So far, she has nothing to go back to, not to mention that she has to wait for He Zhengxiao to come back.

Qiao Weihuan coughed lightly, pulled up his collar, and turned to go upstairs.

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