Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Situ Qianhui raised his head, as if he had suffered a great grievance, tears streaming out instantly, making him even more aggrieved than before.

The man was helpless and powerless. If he hadn't met Ling'er, he might have fulfilled the marriage contract, but he did.

"Qianhui, you go back."

After speaking, he moved on.

Situ Qianhui yelled unwillingly: "Nine brothers, I am willing to be a child, as long as I can marry you and stay with you, even if I don't have a status."

In Feng Yuguo, common people can only marry monogamous wives, nobles can marry ordinary wives, and presidents can marry monogamous wives and three wives.

The second wife is equivalent to the ancient concubine.

The man paused before saying, "I don't want her to be wronged."

Leaving this sentence aside, stepped straight away.

Situ Qianhui watched the man leave without looking back, tears streaming down again.

Don't want to wrong her?

From the beginning to the end, I never thought about whether she would be wronged. She waited for more than 20 years to wait for this result?

How does this make her willing?

When the man walked in, he saw Ling'er sitting on a wicker chair and chatting with Xiao Jiu. He came to Ling'er and sat down, "Little Jiu, are you having fun?"

Xiao Jiu nodded: "I had a good time, just..." He glanced at Ling'er, "Grandma is not happy."

Hearing this, the man turned his head to look at Ling'er, and found that she picked up the book on the side and read it. Just now, he was still chatting with Xiaojiu. He just came...

"What's the matter?" he asked in a low voice.

"Has lunch finished?" Ling'er asked without raising his eyebrows while looking at the book in his hand.

The man grumbled. This was the first time she had seen her speak to him like this. Thinking of Qianhui, he said, "I'll send someone to prepare lunch."

The man stood up and sent someone to prepare lunch.

The maid put the food on the table one by one.

Ling'er and Xiaojiu sat down at the table one after another.

When a man picks up vegetables for her, she doesn't look up at him. Instead, she squeezes the chopsticks into the plate, picks up the vegetables and puts them into the small wine bowl, and exhorts: "Xiaojiu is growing up, so you need to eat more. "

"Thank you, grandma." The wine picked up the dishes in the bowl and ate with relish.

If a man can't see that she is angry anymore, then he is really an idiot.

After the meal, Ling'er didn't say a word to the man, and ignored him.

After eating, Ling'er let Xiaojiu take a nap, and went to the room to prepare for a nap.

The man didn't rush to leave, but pushed open the door of the room and walked in and locked the door easily.

Looking at Ling'er who was lying on the bed, he walked over and sat down by the bed.

Listening to the uneven breathing, he knew that Ling'er was not asleep, so he called out, "Ling'er, I know you were not asleep."

Ling'er lay still and didn't even open his eyes, and said lightly, "I want to take a nap."

The man asked: "Did Qianhui say something to you?"

Ling'er repeated: "I want to take a nap."

The man stared at Ling'er for a while, then came to him with both hands, slowly unbuttoned, took off his coat, then took off his shoes, turned over and lay beside her, then turned on his side and stretched out his arm to her Put her arms in her arms, let her back close to her chest.

"Ling'er, I'm jealous."

The man's cold voice came from the top of his head, and it seemed to carry a bit of joy.

"I just don't want to be disturbed. Who is she? It has nothing to do with me." Ling'er said quietly, but because of the strong and powerful heartbeat from her back, her mind was disturbed.

For so many years, from the beginning of anxiety, men will hold her and comfort her.

The weird thing is

So even if there is no memory of the past,

He has been with Ling'er for so long, and it is the first time he has seen her jealous and playing tricks. He is happy.

The man listened to Ling'er with a sour tone. He said, "I treat her like a younger sister, and I don't have the slightest affection between men and women."

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Ling'er retorted, "Will there be a marriage contract if there is no relationship between men and women?"

The man stiffened and looked down at the person in his arms. Although his tone was a little heavier, he didn't react too fiercely. Then he said, "My father made the engagement, and I withdrew it a long time ago."

Having said that, Ling'er asked another question: "You and her, did you have a wedding, right?"

The man was startled when he heard the words, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After waiting for a while, seeing the man silent, Ling'er said again: "Actually, you have been married or had a family before. You can tell me clearly so that I can understand in my heart. After all, people of our age will not care about the past. Thing, but I don’t want to be a third party."

The man tightened his arms a bit, as if he was afraid, she explained, "Ling'er, I have never had a family before, and you are not a third party."

Ling'er turned and looked at the man. This face was really beautiful, with picturesque brows and sharp edges. After so many years, I don't feel much change, my age seems to be freezing.

On the other hand, she was obviously a few years younger than him, but she was not younger than him.

He said that when the strength of force reaches the emperor's level, the aging face will be ten times slower than ordinary people.

Although she also followed her to learn martial arts, she was still far from his level, so the old one was faster than him.

She sometimes thinks that in another ten years, the gap between the two will be even greater.

She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, buried her head around his neck, and whispered, "Ziqing, you didn't lie to me?"

The man looked down at the person in his arms. Twenty years have passed. From the startled glance when he first saw it, to the bone and blood now connected, separation is equivalent to killing him.

"I am the only woman from beginning to end."

"I don't care about everything else, as long as you don't lie to me, I have nothing but you now. If you lie to me, I really have nothing."

Ling'er spoke slowly, and could not help but start to miss the days on Qishan again. Although on the mountain, he would not accompany her every day, but it was more comfortable than this presidential manor.

The man hugged her tightly, and was even more afraid that after she recovered her memory, he would leave him without hesitation.

In addition to the unshirkable responsibility on his shoulders, he has only her.

Jiangcheng

Two days passed, Qin Shu hadn't received the message from her son, and she was not in a hurry. After all, she was in a strange place and needed some time.

When she was okay, she cleaned up her small study room. There was a safe in it. It was full of grandma, parents, and the gifts they gave. They were all very valuable.

She did not move the safe, but tidyed up her desk.

She opened the drawer and saw that there was a super thick red envelope inside. She remembered the red envelope given to her by the man. She has not moved.

Now that she saw it, she took it out, took out the cash inside, and put it in another place.

In fact, there is not much cash in it, and the New Year's Day money is just a meaning.

As the red soft sister coin was taken out, something suddenly fell out of it.