The gate of Zhou's house.

"Lord Wang?" The driver whispered for instructions.

Huo Chen in the car propped himself up on the small table, propped his head, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and said, "Go home." ”

It's just a matter of being entrusted by someone, but I didn't expect to meet an interesting little thing.

Yun Xiangrong......

Thinking about it, there was a hint of playfulness on the corner of Huo Chen's mouth, and his usually light eyes flashed.

After the guests left, Zhou Mu went straight to the room where Furong Pavilion Yun wanted to be Rong.

Yun Xiangrong looked at him with some sarcasm in his heart.

In his previous life, he exhausted his efforts to guard and protect, fighting for him, and wholeheartedly for him, he never stepped into half a step, but now for a small thing related to Qingyang, he was willing to condescend to be noble, which really opened her eyes.

Zhou Mu was about to speak, but when he saw Chu Er beside her, he frowned, "Get out." ”

Chu'er was taken aback, but she was worried about Yun Xiangrong, and looked up at her, Yun Xiangrong said in a low voice, "Go out." ”

When she was instructed, she bowed and retreated, and closed the door.

"Dog minion, I sold her out when I was in Ming'er, I don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick." Zhou Mu opened his mouth coldly, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"If the husband has any anger rushing to the concubine, why bother pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, embarrassing a servant." Yun Xiangrong's eyebrows were lowered, and he spoke calmly.

"You still know that Zhisang scolds Huai, and you also know that I am angry......" He directly reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up, "Yun Xiangrong, you have grown your skills." How dare you design me! ”

The cruelty and coldness in his eyes pierced Yun Xiangrong's heart directly, even if he had already died to him, he couldn't help but tremble in pain.

"Am I such a person in my husband's heart? In the past few years, isn't it enough to prove my heart and soul to my husband? Yun Xiangrong looked at him calmly.

When he spoke, he couldn't hide the desolation and sadness, which made Zhou Mu couldn't help frowning.

She was right, she had been married to him for three years, and he had never touched her, entered her room, or given her a good face, but she never complained, and she was well organized inside and out, and never wanted him to worry about it.

In addition to making a name for being a jealous woman because she didn't like him to touch women, she is undoubtedly a good wife.

In the past, when they argued, she always looked at him with stubborn and stubborn eyes, and there seemed to be the condescension of the prime minister's daughter in her eyes, but in the past few days, she seemed to have changed as a person, and the grievances and sadness in her eyes from time to time made him feel like numb.

Thinking that he was confused for a woman he once hated but had to accept, Zhou Mu grabbed her neck, and the strength of his hands became heavier, just thinking that if she was strangled, she would have no more of these messy thoughts.

He felt a pang of pleasure as he watched her breathe under his own hands, her face becoming paler and paler, and her mouth open as she tried to breathe.

Zhou Mu said coldly: "It's better to have nothing to do with you, and don't want to make those small actions under my nose, otherwise ......"

A drop of crystal sparkle slipped down the corner of her eye and landed on his hand with a click.

He felt as if his hands were burned, and he threw her aside, his face full of coldness, and slammed the door.

"Miss, Miss, are you alright?" Chu Er had been guarding the door, and when she saw Yun Xiangrong falling to the ground, she rushed in in fright, and in a panic, she even forgot that she was not called the right name at the moment.

"Miss, don't scare Chu'er, Miss." Chu Er hugged Yun Xiangrong in her arms and shouted with tears in her eyes.