Funny and embarrassing incident on the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife Chapter 32: She wants to vomit and feel sick to death 2
Chapter 32: She wants to vomit and feel sick to death 2
The words "love my concubine" made Qu Tan'er feel chilled all over her body. She shivered with cold and got goosebumps all over her skin.
She wanted to vomit and was so sick that she died.
However, it seemed to be an opportunity. I couldn't help but pretend to be timid, timidly, and cautiously raised my head and glanced at the eldest lady quickly, then faced Mo Liancheng, and whispered sadly: "Tan'er doesn't dare." His eyes were filled with sadness,
There was another hint of fear in his tone, and his body trembled again intentionally or unintentionally.
In an instant, a scene was staged, in which the frail and stunning beauty had tears in her eyes, unable to speak, and looked pitiful.
The combination of outside and inside is a bit too beautiful...
Mo Liancheng couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment.
Even though she knew she was acting.
"The Eighth Prince wants you to sit down, so just sit down." Qu Jianglin glared at Qu Tan'er fiercely, his eyebrows twitched, and he was about to get angry.
"Tan'er still doesn't dare."
No hurries?
I didn't even ask her to sit down just now, so why are you so kind now? Her back hurts no more when she stands and talks.
Helpless, no one is suffering now.
"Why don't you sit down quickly?" The eldest lady also glared at her.
"But... Tan'er still doesn't dare." Qu Tan'er looked sadly at the chair behind her, and then cautiously peeked at the eldest lady. She twisted her little hands together, trembling so much that even a discerning person could see it.
You can tell that she is afraid of someone like this.
"Don't dare? What are you afraid of?" Mo Liancheng twitched his lips and asked her.
Perhaps, what he should ask was not what she was afraid of, but how many slats she had someone make.
"Madam, can Tan'er sit down?" Qu Tan'er was not in a hurry and turned her attention directly to the eldest lady.
This question seems to be saying that it is the eldest lady that she is afraid of...
"You, I..." The eldest lady was shocked. She didn't expect that Qu Tan'er would dare to point the finger at her.
"Auntie, can Tan'er sit down?" Qu Tan'er asked in a low voice and took the trouble to ask again. The words were the same, but the only difference was that the tone was more resentful than the one just now, and it was also more serious than the previous one.
So much fear.
"The Eighth Prince wants you to sit down, so you sit down."
"But, that seat belongs to the aunt, and Tan'er sat there because I was afraid that the aunt would be unhappy. If the aunt is unhappy, then Tan'er will be..."
"Look at what you are saying. Now you are the eighth prince, that is, the eighth princess. How dare I be unhappy? Look, you have been standing for so long. You should be tired. Sit down.
Let's take a rest." The eldest lady smiled slightly, and after Qu Tan'er finished speaking, she walked directly to Qu Tan'er, stretched out her hand and helped her sit down.
With a smile on her face and gentle movements, except that the hand reaching for Qu Tan'er's waist once again changed from supporting to pinching.
"Thank you, mother." Qu Tan'er gritted her teeth.
"Everyone, please sit down." Mo Liancheng glanced at the people who were standing still.
"Yes, yes." Qu Jianglin immediately replied, pulling the eldest lady to the lower seat and sitting down.
Facing the bastard, the other concubines, large and small, were not qualified to sit with him and could only stand aside.
No one spoke, the hall was too quiet. The next moment.
"Auntie's eyes are uncomfortable?" Qu Tan'er looked at the eldest lady in confusion, not knowing why. She was not a roundworm in the eldest lady's belly, so naturally she didn't want to guess what the eldest lady's eyes meant... Although, she had been so intentional
The lady ignored her and turned her attention to the teapot on the table.