The two of them had been in this box for half an hour.

I can count the words I have said on one finger.

Fan Kun maintains the most basic cultivation of a family.

I always wanted to wait for Nan Ji to stop her chopsticks before she spoke.

As a result, she never stopped.

Until most of the dishes in the dishes are wiped out.

Nan Ji stopped and put down the chopsticks in her hand.

Fan Kun smiled and looked away from the open window

"Miss Nanjiao has a good appetite."

This sentence sounds quite like the words of a person.

Immediately after, Fan Kun looked quite meaningful

"The girl should be glad that she is married to Fan, if she marries someone else, she may not necessarily have such a good fortune."

Nan Ji leaned back in her chair and supported her forehead with one hand.

Eyelids lifted, glanced at him, and didn't speak.

Fan Kun smiled and waved the fan in his hand, looking like a noble son of a family

"Since my Fan family has already made a dowry, then you are the lady I am about to pass through.

Therefore, those polite words to the outside world are omitted. ”

When the words fell, Fan Kun stretched out his hand to tidy up his coat.

He bowed his head and said

"Although you are a concubine, your parents are dead, and although you are nominally a concubine, you can't compare to a concubine.

In the future, I want to glorify the lintel of the Fan family, and marrying you is based on the relationship between the two families. ”

He was the first to speak, and kept belittling Nanji.

is planning to preemptively tell Nan Ji not to come to our Fan family to show off her power by relying on her identity as the daughter of the Dashi family.

I'll marry you to give you face.

As he spoke, Fan Kun waved his fan.

Looking at Nan Ji, it seems that at this time, the words have just come to the point

"It is common for a man to have three wives and four concubines."

Saying that, Fan Kun went to see Nanji's expression.

I found that she had been lazy and didn't mind the look.

Fan Kun gradually breathed a sigh of relief

"On weekdays, I hate this distinction the most.

I treat all my future children equally.

At the end of the day, we're husband and wife.

In the future, even if you have a concubine and give birth to a child, let her hang it in your name. ”

When he said this, Fan Kun showed his disagreement with the distinction between the concubines and the concubines, and looked indignant.

If the child of the concubine is hung in the name of the main room.

That's the child of the main room, the son-in-law.

Fan Kun said a lot.

Nan Ji rubbed her ears.

Loose road

"Finished?"

Fan Kun regained his personable appearance again.

"Miss Nanjiao, it seems that she has something to say."

Nan Jiao's head was bowed, and her slender and white hands rested on the armrests of the chair.

Two words were confided in the red lips

"Divorce."

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Fan Kun's face froze suddenly.

"What, what do you mean?"

Nan Ji's dark eyes lifted and looked at him

"Go to Nanfu, get back your dowry, and get out of the marriage."

When the words fell, Fan Kun's face turned red all of a sudden.

He felt humiliated.

was such a concubine that no one wanted.

"The order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker, you can't help it!"

Fan Kun was furious.

Nan Ji was unmoved, and continued to threaten herself

"You go in upright by yourself, or I'll take you in lying down."

Fan Kun stood up angrily.

He pointed the folding fan at Nanji's nose

"You, you, shameless and uncultivated!"

Nan Jiao's red lips hooked up a smile and shouted casually

"Xingzhi."

Xingzhi pushed the door and entered.

She lowered her head and walked up to Fan Kun.

Rub!!

A sharp dagger was taken out.