She couldn't help but break away and pressed her body backwards, even though the wall behind her made her already chilly body even colder.
What's going on? Did he go back in time again? What about her husband? She looked at the decorations around her, and they still looked like a villa, and she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Why was Jiang Haoran here?
"Wife, you are not good. You are messing around with other men while I am not around. I have been waiting for you." He was still smiling, but his eyes were getting colder: "You
Did you never think of me when you were intimate with him?"
She struggled to sit up, but found that her hands had been tightly grasped by him, and her legs were pressed by him, unable to move at all. Faced with his questioning at such a close distance, she could no longer escape. How long had it been since she thought about it again?
Jiang Haoran herself couldn't explain clearly. She could only be sure that at this moment, she was lying next to Jiang Haoran, and her mind was filled with Zhao Changyuan.
"Two months, honey, we have only been apart for two short months, but we have been together for seven years. How could you forget me so quickly?" The smile on his face gradually faded, and his eyes were empty and sad,
The tone was slow and cold: "Is it because he is young? Don't forget, when I was with you, just like him now, I was only 0 years old, and it was also my best years."
"I'm sorry..." She lowered her head, unwilling to look at his expression again.
But he forcefully lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes: "I don't want to hear I'm sorry. I just want to ask, do you still remember who you are? If not, I will remind you."
After saying that, he kissed her face to face. Her scalp felt numb, and she pushed out involuntarily, knocking him over under the bed. How could she do this? This was Jiang Haoran! After seven years of sharing the joys and sorrows with her, he was ready to
The person who was going to the marriage hall to spend the rest of her life with! Thinking of this, she felt strong guilt and intolerance, and got out of bed to help him up. One of her failed to stand, and instead she tripped over him and fell to the ground.
She got up from the ground in embarrassment, only to see a pair of women's feet standing in front of her.
She slowly stood up, and when she saw the woman in front of her clearly, she was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat again. "Yang...Yang Yiyi?" She trembled, looking at the face in front of her that was exactly the same as hers in disbelief.
"Yes, I am Yang Yiyi. I can clearly see everything you do. You, a fake, dare to take over my Brother Zhao. Do you know how angry I am? Why don't you come down and accompany me?
Me?" After saying that, Yang Yiyi stretched out her hand and pinched Yueyue's neck.
"Ah!" A scream made her open her eyes. It turned out to be just a dream. Even so, she was covered in sweat. The door was pushed open in a hurry, and Zhao Changyuan rushed in with a worried look on his face and walked to the bedside to hug her.
Body: "What's wrong?"
"My husband...I..." Before she could finish her words, Zhao Changyuan let go of her and said in surprise: "My husband? I am not your husband, you are mistaken."
"Ms. sir, I'm here!" At some point, a woman stood at the door. Yueyue looked over Zhao Changyuan's shoulder. It was Yang Yiyi.
Zhao Changyuan let go of Yue Yue, turned around and walked towards the door, put his arm around Yang Yiyi's shoulders, stepped out of the threshold and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.
"Madam... Madam... wake up." The calls brought Yueyue out of her sad dream.
When I woke up, my vision blurred by tears saw Zhao Changyuan's worried expression again. "Madam, why are you crying? Have you had a nightmare?"
"I...I'm not your wife..." she muttered, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down.
"You're talking nonsense again. Do you think I'm back too late?" He stretched out his hand to help her sit up and put her in his arms, patting her back gently: "I'll sleep with you right now."
She got out of his arms, with tears streaming down her face: "I don't want you to sleep with me! You're so abominable! Woohoo...you actually said you're not my husband-in-law!" She had no way to vent her fear all night long, so she had no choice but to do this.
She was a doormat. "Then you go, you go..." As she said this, she twisted around in his arms.
"I...when did I say that? You have wronged me again. If you do this again, I will bite you." He buried his head in her neck and opened his mouth to scare her.
Then she calmed down obediently and stopped flopping around.
He touched her hair and asked softly: "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Um."
"What did you dream about? Tell me."
"I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore." When she said this, her voice was choked.
He laughed when he heard it: "What a beautiful idea you have! Let you go out and be happy, and then I will die half alive. Am I that stupid?" A thin layer of cyan grew on his chin, rubbing it on her neck.
, making her feel a slight pain and itch. "Dreams are the opposite, I can't live without you."
In the second half of the night, even though she was hugged by him in the most comfortable position, she never fell asleep again. She just held back tears and listened to his breathing, muttering over and over in her heart: "Haoran, I'm sorry. I know it's shameful.
,It’s just that I really can’t control my heart.”
In the next two days, Zhao Changyuan spent most of his time with his elders discussing the extermination of the rebel party. Only in the evening did he have time to accompany Yue Yue for a walk in the mountains. When he returned to the house at night, of course he would not let anyone go.
If you have the opportunity to be alone, you must struggle until you are exhausted before you fall asleep.
It was already a few days later when I left the villa and returned to the Zhao Mansion in Luoyang City.
Xiaomei, who had returned to the house a few days earlier, had already told the story of the dangerous journey. Only then did everyone find out to their surprise that this young lady who had always seemed frail was actually a three-legged cat who knew a lot of kung fu.
Stepping into their bedroom again, Gong Yueyue already felt as if she was in another world. After leaving here for just over ten days, earth-shaking changes had taken place in her heart.
Tian Hai Xiaomei helped put the two people's things into the house.
"Young Mistress..." Tian Hai suddenly called out to Yueyue who was deep in thought.
She asked kindly: "Do you have something to say?"
Tian Hai hesitated for a moment, and finally leaned over and touched the bed: "Well... more than ten days ago, the young master was lying here, and he almost died. You didn't see what he looked like at that time. If you did, you would be heartbroken.
"You...really don't leave in the future, we...just have this young master." After saying that, his eyes turned red.
She couldn't help but feel moved: "I promise it won't happen again. Thank you for taking care of him for me."
The day after they came back, Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue came to Pan's house in a carriage with gifts and sincerity to visit Pan Zhuqing, who had been in bed to recuperate after being injured by him.
As soon as they got off the carriage, they saw the frightened expressions of the two Pan Mansion guards. "Uh, General Zhao, we...our eldest young master is recovering from illness."
Gong Yueyue couldn't help but laugh at him: "Pfft! My husband, look, you scared people."
"Two little brothers, what happened last time was because I was reckless. If I scared you, I will apologize to you." After saying this, Zhao Xiaobai bowed and bowed. (To be continued)