Is it a happy thing to cross into a wealthy lady, have a husband who doesn't go home and a black card that doesn't explode?

The answer is yes.

But what if this wealthy lady is a vicious female partner of the control group of a wealthy family?

"Madam, you drink your saliva first, Sir will be there in a few minutes." Aunt Liang, the housekeeper on the side, handed Ming Ying a glass of water, and her voice was a little reassuring.

As early as an hour ago, the original owner failed to seduce the male protagonist, and was calculated by the female protagonist and fell into the water, and then drowned and fell unconscious.

When I opened my eyes again, the original owner was gone, and I woke up with Mingying, a social animal who died suddenly after 996 overtime.

Now, she has to face the next ending in place of the original owner - her cuckold husband wants to divorce her, and after being kicked out of the house, she is calculated by the heroine, and finally starves to death on the street.

As soon as she thought of this, the water in Mingying's hand was a little difficult to swallow, and she opened her mouth to ask Aunt Liang, but the closed door was opened.

The man who walked in was tall, his brows were slightly furrowed under his black broken hair, his eyes like a deep pool made people unable to see emotions, and the beauty mole at the corner of his left eye matched his tall nose bridge, which was inexplicably seductive.

"Aunt Liang, you go down first." The sound of broken jade hitting a stone sounded, and with the sound of the door closing, Mingying's heart also rose.

Only her and her cheap husband were left in the room, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

"Let's get a divorce." With these words, the folder in the man's hand was also thrown into Mingying's hand.

Ming Ying flipped through the documents, looked down at the neat signatures on it, and finally knew the name of her cheap husband - Pu Zhan.

Put away the documents, looked up again, Mingying had tears in her eyes, and her tone was even more resolute: "Husband, I don't divorce." ”

This title made Pu Zhan move, and his eyes fell directly on the little girl with pear blossoms and rain in front of him: "If you have any requirements, put them forward, I can meet you." ”

"Can you agree to any request?" Mingying's tone was a little tentative.

Pu Zhan's expression turned cold: "Yes." ”

"Then I'm going to be a real couple with you!" Mingying ran down from the bed unceremoniously and hugged the man's sturdy waist: "Pu Zhan, if it weren't for you not having sex with me, how could I think of using other men to trick you back?" ”

In order to make the green hat on her cheap husband's head disappear, Mingying can only start to open her mouth and talk nonsense.

The original owner and her cheap husband met once except when they got the license, and they never got along again.

Even the original owner forgot the name of her cheap husband.

But it doesn't matter, it's important to avoid divorce and eviction from home.

After all, no matter how the heroine looks at it, she is a person with eight hundred hearts, she is just an ordinary social animal, and if she is really divorced, it is estimated that she will be killed by the heroine soon.

Probably didn't expect her to make such an intimate move, the man was stunned in place, and it took a long time to reach out and pinch her waist.

Ming Ying thought that the other party was going to push her away, and she was ready, but she didn't expect the man to pick her up and put her on the bed: "It's my mistake." ”

“？” Something seems to be wrong.

"I'm busy with work and ignore your feelings," Pu Zhan lowered his head, his handsome face leaned in front of her, and he was very sincere with a little apology: "I will be a good husband and take care of you next." ”

“？？？？” Mingying looked confused.

She didn't understand.

If the cheap husband likes the original owner, then why didn't he help when the original owner was calculated to starve to death?

And I really like it, I haven't come back to see the original owner for half a year after I got married, and it's not normal to look at it.

Looking at the little girl's sluggish appearance, Pu Zhan pinched her cheeks in a good mood, but his tone was two points lower: "What's the matter, Ah Ying, aren't you happy?" ”

Looking at the handsome face of the man who was close at hand, Ming Ying could only nod: "No, I'm very happy!" ”

"That's good," touched her head, and the man picked up the shoe on one side: "It's almost time for dinner, let's go down together." ”

The cold feet were held by his calloused hands, and the hot temperature made Mingying subconsciously want to retract.

She had never been so close to a person of the opposite sex, and she was a little uncomfortable.

"I'll do it myself......" Mingying reached out to take the shoes, but the other party didn't let go.

"I promise to take care of you, this kind of thing, let me do it," Pu Zhan's voice was gentle, but there was no room for refusal.

Looking at the fluffy slippers on her feet, Mingying could only thank her obediently: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome," Pu Zhan reached out and took her hand: "Let's go." ”

The hot big wrapped the other hand, Mingying was not used to moving, and wanted to pull out the hand, but was clenched by the man.

She turned her head to look at the man beside her, but met his somewhat inquiring gaze: "What's the matter, Ah Ying?" ”

"I can go on my own." Mingying raised her hand and motioned for Pu Zhan to let go.

Pu Zhan didn't let go, but took a few steps forward, and the tall figure blocked her vision with a bit of oppression.

The oppressive gaze fell on Ming Ying, but his tone was so pitiful: "Is Ah Ying disgusting me?" ”

Mingying took two steps back and wanted to stay away from the other party, but was grabbed by someone's waist.

Looking at the other party's intimate gesture, she turned her head sideways to avoid the man's close face, and her voice raised by two points: "You just touched my foot with your hand!" ”

He meowed, touched his foot and then came to hold her, wouldn't it really be contagious to beriberi?

Although this is all her own flesh, psychologically, Mingying still can't accept it.

After a moment, the man leaning on his shoulder laughed, his voice soft.

Letting go of her hand, Pu Zhan didn't embarrass her anymore: "It's me who didn't pay attention, then I'll wash my hands, Ah Ying, you remember to go down to eat." ”

Before leaving, the man's gaze slowly swept over the bright red blood-dripping earlobe, and then left cleanly.

Waiting for the man to leave, Mingying breathed a sigh of relief.

The hand that had not been held pinched the hot earlobe, and she tried her best to calm her beating heart.

To tell the truth, being held by such a handsome guy, she really can't stand it!

It would be strange if it weren't for his attitude......

Thinking of the man's words, Mingying quickly washed her hands, and just as she was about to go down, she saw the sexy lace suspender nightdress on her body, which was thin and only reached her thighs, and she was silent for a moment.

The original owner's figure is convex and backward, and his skin is also white and his hair is not a little bit different from the airport in his previous life.

And this face is beautiful and moving at first glance, and she is thrilled when she sees it herself.

Thinking that these were all seen by the stinky man just now, Mingying only felt heartache.

After finding a long coat from the oversized cloakroom and wrapping it up, she slowly went downstairs.

There are sumptuous dishes on the table, the chef of the villa is very good, and Mingying eats very happily.

If you ignore the fact that the man feeds her, there is nothing bad about this meal.

Waiting for both sides to put down their chopsticks, Ming Ying was thinking about going out for a walk after resting for a while, and when she digested it, she heard Pu Zhan suddenly make a sound.

"Ah Ying, what are you going to do with the woman who pushed you into the water?"

Push into the water?

Ming Ying thought about it carefully, and fell silent for a moment.

In my memory, the original owner wanted to push people down, but the heroine reacted relatively quickly, so the one who fell into the water became the original owner.

After watching the monitoring and investigating, you should know that it is the original owner who did the bad thing, Mingying doesn't believe that Pu Zhan doesn't know.

Facing the man's sincere gaze, she felt more complicated, so she decided to kick the ball back: "Husband, do you have any ideas?" "You hate, as the eldest princess, you have nothing left.

The uncle was killed in battle, and the Xie family was framed for treason.

The Xie family, who used to be full of people, is now sentenced to raid the house, and the door is crowded.

The queen mother has not been in good health since that serious illness, and she fell seriously ill when she knew that her uncle had died in battle.

People are emotional, not to mention that these are relatives who have been with you for more than ten years.

You're not really the eldest princess, you're an outsider, but you've been here for so many years and you've enjoyed everything.

To you, they are family.

In the same way, you can't face that culprit, Cang He, who looks gentle and elegant, and will call you the imperial sister well.

After settling your aunt and cousin, you leave the palace with your seriously ill queen.

On the night I left, it was very windy in Kiriya, and the wind howled outside the house.

Canghe, who has grown up, asked you to drink together under the moon, and you drank a lot.

He looked at you with the same pitiful eyes as he did when he was a child, pulled your sleeves and called you the imperial sister, and asked if you could not leave.

You didn't answer, just touched his head.

"Cangshi, you have grown up."

You're not kids anymore.

took the queen mother back to Bianzhou, the ancestral home of the Xie family.

After being away from Yudu, her mood relaxed a lot.

has an uncle with her, and the queen mother's illness gradually improves.

Probably after settling down, the tight strings of your body loosened, and you were sick.

In the hot temperature, when you were burned in a daze, a cold hand fell on your forehead.

You open your eyes slightly, it's Blade Eleven.

Touching your hot forehead, his always cold face showed a little anxious: "Your Highness, you are sick, I will go and tell ......"

You shook his hand and shook your head: "You don't need to find the queen mother, Eleven, I just blew some cold wind, the cold air enters the body, just take some medicine." ”

At your request, he finally gave up.

Even in order to avoid the queen mother and the first uncle, he directly decocted the medicine outside and brought it back to you.

It's already early winter, and the medicine with the body temperature of the blade eleven is put in your hand, and you hesitate for a long time before you muster up the courage to stuff down.

Vomit, it's so unpleasant!!

The calloused hand is spread out, revealing the candied fruit on the oiled paper.

You raised your head, and Blade Eleven turned his head stiffly: "When I bought the medicine, the doctor gave it away, Your Highness doesn't mind giving it a try." ”

Illness makes you a little vulnerable, and in normal times, you may eat obediently.

But this time, you get headstrong: "I want you to feed me." ”

The young man suddenly turned his head, and his eyes were full of surprise when he looked at you: "Your Highness......"

"I said, feed me."

After hesitating for a moment, the young man still pinched a candied fruit. Carefully delivered to your mouth.

You unceremoniously swallow the preserves, licking his rough fingertips by the way.

Looking at the red-faced and red-eared Blade Eleven, you swallowed the candied fruit in your mouth, and playfully played: "I still want to, continue to feed me." ”

You've never seen Blade Eleven as a so-called subordinate, nor have you used him as a tool.

As your personal guard, he grew up with you.

When he was young, he was not so old-fashioned and dull, and adhered to the so-called distinction between master and servant.

It's just that the more he gets to the back, the colder he gets, his expression is cold, and he always wears this black clothes that belong to the secret guard, and abides by the duties of a dark guard.

But occasionally, he'll show you your favorite pastries, ask you for tips on how to raise flowers, or give you a small flower on your windowsill.

Occasionally you catch him on the windowsill, and you will tease him, and you can't help but laugh when you look at his red face.

It's like a tacit little secret between the two of you.

It's a pity that the difference in identity dooms the two of you to no result.

is like the death of my uncle and the fall of the Xie family.

Like fate, it will be lost.

But on what basis?

Do you try your best and you can't keep anything in the end?

After staying away from the feather capital, you want to open it instead.

Why do you have to stick to those rules?

After you get well, you go out with Blade Eleven.

Compared with Yudu, Bianzhou is a little northerly, and the weather is colder.

The weather was shining and many people came out.

Blade Eleven changed into the clothes of the Dark Guard, and was quiet behind you again.

Most of the trees on the mountain are evergreen, and the winding mountain road is not easy to climb, and you are not as good as Jian Shiyi, who has been practicing martial arts all day, and soon his physical strength is not good, and he stops.

But his breathing was always steady, and even when you were unsteady on your feet, he reached out and held your waist steadily.

He didn't sweat a drop.

This makes you a little jealous.

"I'm a little tired." You say.

Blade Eleven looked at you: "Your Highness, take a break." ”

Blade Eleven, a new type of wood.

"I don't want to go." You're starting to cheat.

Blade Eleven did not hesitate: "Your Highness's body has just recovered, and today's activities are almost over, and it's time to go back." ”

You laughed: "Okay, you carry me down the mountain." ”

He froze in place, standing two steps below you, but about as tall as you.

In your level-eyed gaze, you looked at his sluggish appearance, stretched out your hand and pushed: "Hurry up and carry it!" ”

"Temple ......"

"Don't speak!"

You don't have to guess to know that this guy is going to start saying something that is not in line with etiquette.

This time, Blade Eleven turned his back in silence.

You jump on his back and are held up by his legs.

Blade Eleven's back is broad, and he still smells of the sun.

It's just that the hand is placed in the crook of your leg very neatly, and there is no overstepping.

You hooked his neck, and leaned into Blade Eleven's ear with some dissatisfaction: "Hold it tighter, it's going to fall." ”

He obediently increased his strength.

You're satisfied: "Alright, let's go down." ”

Blade Eleven's footsteps were steady.

It's still sunny noon, and his clothes are quickly warmed by the sun, and even in a thin jacket, you can feel his scorching body temperature.

You looked sideways at the fine sweat on his forehead, and deliberately lowered your voice: "Eleven, are you tired?" ”

He shook his head.

It's not easy to turn over the veil, so you wipe the sweat from his forehead with your sleeve.

After doing this, you kissed him on the crimson earlobe: "Okay, I'm sorry for you." ”

You can feel his body stiffen for a moment.

"Your Highness, ...... in broad daylight"

"There's no one around, I've just seen it," you interrupt him, "If you don't like being outside, I'll go back and kiss you?" ”

Blade Eleven was silent.

Blade Eleven obediently carried you home.

A few days later, he suddenly invites you to go with him to see the moon.