Chapter 242: The Young Marshal and the Little Wife (37)
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
Those two words froze on An Wen's lips, unable to speak.
Anwen closed his eyes and slowly fell down.
There was a bloody hole in his chest, and it was pouring out a shocking amount of blood......
"Throw people out." Fenghua withdrew his gun and coldly ordered the adjutant.
Lian Mei looked at the man's cold and almost ruthless noble eyebrows, and was stunned for a moment.
"As for you-"
The wrist was suddenly grasped, and the force was so heavy that it seemed to have no pity.
Lian Mei stumbled and was forcibly pulled away by Fenghua.
"Come with Young Marshal Ben!"
The man looked indifferent, didn't say a word to him, just dragged him away.
Hurry all the way in the Shuaifu, from the main hall flower hall to the garden promenade......
At this moment, Lian Mei finally realized-
Some people, some things, after today, will not go back after all.
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Fenghua pulled the lotus charm away.
The eldest lady stood up suddenly, and hurriedly shouted behind her, "Lan'erβ"
Seeing that Fenghua and Lian Mei quickly walked away, the eldest lady had to turn her head to look at Ye Xiao and chattered:
"Dashuai, look at Lan'er, she seems to be still undead to that lotus charm......
"That's it!" Ye Xiao frowned.
After knowing that Lian Mei came to avenge the pear girl back then, married Ye Lan into the Shuai Mansion, and planned to make their father and son turn against each other.
Ye Xiao's heart unexpectedly gave birth to a trace of guilt.
Looking at Ye Lan's appearance, he should have true feelings for that lotus charm.
In the final analysis, it was the romantic debt he caused when he was young that caused this disaster.
"Let 'him' go for the time being."
As soon as Ye Xiao spoke, even if the eldest lady was dissatisfied, she could only suppress it first.
Reluctantly responded.
ββ¦β¦ Be. β
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Back in the room, the door slammed shut.
Fenghua directly took Lianmei's hand and pressed 'her' on the door.
The two faced each other, very close to each other.
The lotus charm of the peach blossom eyes, with a hint of nervousness staring at Fenghua, pursed her lips: "Ye Lan ......"
The man's face was getting closer and closer, so that Lian Mei couldn't help but close her long and thick black eyelashes slightly, trembling slightly.
"Huh."
The delicate jaw was pinched, and an extremely strong mockery sounded in the ear.
"Lianmei, don't you think that this young marshal will kiss you, right?"
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Lian Mei opened her eyes suddenly.
An alienated lotus charm, a sneering word, made the lotus charm's face slightly pale.
The heart is sour and embarrassed.
It's him...... Self-inflicted.
In the past, as long as he did not call him husband, or called him by the wrong name, that person would have to punish him in his own way.
But he forgot......
It's long gone.
"Husband......" Lian Mei used to be extremely reluctant to be extremely ashamed of this title, but now he took the initiative to call out.
"Shut up."
The slender and beautiful fingers that pinched Lianmei's chin tightened slightly for a moment.
Fenghua's eyebrows were cold, and he said mercilessly: "The word husband is no longer something you can call." β
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"Lianmei, you are not worthy of being treated sincerely by this young marshal."
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"Still, it's okay to be a plaything."
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A word, a sentence, turned into a sharp arrow and inserted it in the heart.
Lian Mei never knew that words could hurt people so much.
head, suddenly forced to lift.
A kiss that is about to habitually fall to the lips.
However, he suddenly deviated and gently brushed it from the side of his face......
"Marshal Ben doesn't kiss a plaything on the lips."
Fenghua sneered in Lianmei's ear, and then took a heavy bite on the white and slender neck, and said:
"If you can please Young Marshal Ben, I don't mind, spare your life."
"Lianmei, now you, the only remaining role is this."
The voice fell.
Fenghua dragged the lotus charm, threw it on the bed, and leaned over to press it herself.
She kissed Lianmei's white and slender neck and delicate collarbone......
On that body of ice muscle jade bones, there were ambiguous and vivid traces.
"Torahβ"
The pink sleeves on Lianmei's body were forcibly torn apart.