Yan Shaoming simply ignored Miss Qiu's reaction. For him, that woman was simply someone with whom he could not have any interaction.
Although everyone in the family now acquiesces that Miss Qiu is his future wife, how can a woman who can't even get his own approval become his wife? It's really ridiculous.
Walking to his tent, Yan Shaoming gently placed the girl in his arms on the bed.
But Yan Shaoming sensitively felt that his movements were always being watched closely by a pair of vicious eyes, so he said directly without looking back: "Get out!"
Just one word, spit out from Yan Shaoming's thin red lips, made the owner of those vicious eyes feel that her heart was broken for a moment, and although she withdrew her punishing gaze in time, that
The resentment in her eyes became even stronger. Yes, she hated it. She hated that this unknown girl could actually take away the tenderness that should belong to her.
Yes, although Yan Shaoming has never acknowledged her, Huang Qiuer has long put her own stamp on this man. For her, this man is destined to be hers, but now this man has given her tenderness to her.
Other women, she is angry, she is jealous, she is resentful.
That woman, at this moment, Huang Qiuer really wanted to tear that woman into pieces.
"Miss, let's go back to the tent first!" Huang Qiu'er's personal maid came to Huang Qiu'er's side at this time and helped up her arm.
Huang Qiuer's pretty face seemed to have been frozen with a layer of ice.
As soon as she returned to the tent, Huang Qiuer sat heavily on the bed. At this time, her beautiful face had been completely distorted, and she could no longer find the slightest sense of beauty: "That bitch, I want to kill her, I
Gonna kill her!"
Huang Qiu'er's voice was loud, and it had enough of a hissing flavor.
Cui'er's body trembled, she took two steps forward and raised her hand to cover Huang Qiu'er's mouth: "Miss, keep your voice down, be quiet. If your young cousin hears it, something will happen!"
While talking, Cui'er actually turned her head and looked outside, but saw no one near the tent. Cui'er then breathed a long sigh of relief, and then she looked at Huang Qiu'er seriously: "Miss, if you can't bear it, you will be in trouble.
Damou, you have to calm down!"
"How can you keep me calm?" Huang Qiu'er was about to jump up at this time: "I ask you, when have you ever seen your cousin look so gentle, but now he has no idea where he picked it up from?
You bitch, you are so gentle, do you know, these should all belong to me!"
While speaking, Huang Qiu'er's hands had been tightly clasped on Cui'er's shoulders, and those pointed fingers were almost submerged into Cui'er's flesh.
Although Cui Er was in pain, she still endured it and did not breathe out: "Miss, that woman is just a low-level woman. Even if the young master Biao really has his thoughts, he is just playing for fun.
It is impossible for a low-level woman to marry into the Yan family, even as a concubine!"
Cui'er's analysis made Huang Qiu'er regain some sense. Yes, why did she forget this matter?