"You, don't ......"

The lips fit unexpectedly, and the warm lips are wrapped in an unfamiliar breath. It was as if an electric current was running through his body, and Jing He's heart beat violently.

The bite on the lips was not gentle, with a hint of urgency, as if eager to prove something.

A strange breath, no, she is not a stranger, this breath is clearly familiar!

But no matter how familiar you are, you can't just talk about it without saying it!!

Jing He's willow-like curved eyebrows frowned slightly, stood on tiptoe and borrowed slightly, and his head hit the forehead of the man in front of him directly.

The man obviously didn't expect Jing He to do this suddenly, and staggered back two steps.

Seeing the opportunity, Jing He pushed the man to the bed, and quickly pulled out the dagger he had been carrying from his shoes and put it against the man's neck.

The cold dagger grabbed the warm breath around his neck, and instead of being afraid, the man even smiled slightly, and the corners of his eyes still had the blush of intimacy, and the person was pressed on the bed, but his hand had already climbed to Jing He's soft waist.

"You're going to murder your husband?"

Jing He's eyes drooped slightly, but her heart was panicked, and her hand holding the dagger began to exert force, forcing herself to calm down with her eyes slightly condensed.

She said coldly: "Let your mother's bullshit, my mother is not married, you don't want to take advantage of me!" ”

The man's warm eyes narrowed slightly, and Jing He's eyes were a little more playful: "We have visited the church and become relatives." ”

"I also performed the gift of husband and wife...."

"Shut up!" Jing He's hand holding the dagger shook obviously, panting slightly, and scolded sharply, "The knife in my hand is sharp, if you talk nonsense again, be careful that I will kill you directly!" ”

The man slowly touched Jing He's hand and said unhurriedly: "You are really, you haven't changed at all." ”

"Who the hell are you!" Jing He couldn't resist his curiosity and asked in a deep voice.

The man didn't care about the dagger around his neck at all, and his hands slid to Jing He's waist, using his strength to pounce Jing He under him.

The man's good-looking thin lips were raised shallowly, and a provocative smile was pouted.

The waist is still so thin.

The sudden change of position caught Jing He off guard, and quickly let go of the dagger in her hand, she didn't really want to kill him, but the blade still cut a shallow cut in the man's neck.

"Jing He, you remember, I'm Lu Yuchuan, your rightful husband!"

Lu Yuchuan squeezed Jing He's wrist tightly, as if he wanted to crush it, his thick eyebrows slanted slightly, and his voice was low and terrifying.

Jing He's originally curious gaze gradually became cold, as if the blood all over her body began to freeze, her frosty eyes withdrew to look at Lu Yuchuan's gaze, and said contemptuously and defiantly:

"Which Lu family?"

Lu Yuchuan took in the changes in her body, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Nanguan Lu family." ”

"Huh." Jing He snorted coldly, raised his foot and was about to kick under Lu Yuchuan.

Lu Yuchuan reacted very quickly, raised his leg horizontally to press Jing He's moving feet, and said meaningfully: "You are going to ruin the 'happiness' of the rest of your life." ”

"Fuck your happiness, let me go!" Jing He angrily climbed up his eyebrows and said indignantly.

"The Lu family has provoked you." Lu Yuchuan said with certainty that there was no doubt.

Jing He raised his eyes and rolled his eyes: "Don't think that if you look good, I will let you go." ”

Lu Yuchuan's deep eyes wanted to get some information from Jing He's eyes, but he only saw an unobstructed hatred.