Chapter 258 (2/2)

Or she is willing to take the position of wife, but it is only a position.

The furthest distance in the world, you are in front of me, but you are far away from mountains and rivers.

He had a hoarse voice and tried to suppress it. ”Cicada, do you have to refuse me thousands of miles away?”

She behaved like a wax man wearing a mask. ”The Lord misunderstood, and the people's women didn't dare.”

The salute moved in, just to show the servants and share a room, just to frighten those who were ready to move. Look, in a twinkling of an eye, she learned to calculate him.

However, she could not do anything to make her look like a slave and bend her knees to coax him.

Better broken than broken.

He didn't care any more. After she put the two children aside in the small bed, his strong arm hugged her, and the whole person kissed her fiercely on the lips.

Xia Xiaochan was stunned at first. Before she could struggle, the next moment, her lips were kissed by him.

In an instant, a lot of light and shadow appeared in front of her, and countless graceful women seemed to repeat all the actions she and he had done before her eyes.

Struggling so violently, she slapped him with both hands and pushed him away. Finally, she kicked him between his legs.

His eyes were wide open and his face was unbelievable. With his exclamation, he fell to the ground.

I have never encountered such treatment when I am close to a woman.

Aoxingyu looked at her with a deep frown.

Xia Xiaochan said without fear, ”don't touch me, I'm too dirty!”

Ao Xingyu looked stunned.

He is a proud son of heaven who may win that position. What kind of woman does he want?

Women always treat him gently and let him do whatever he wants.

It never occurred to him that she should be so cruel to him.

He looked up, looked down at her, and said gravely, ”don't you think I'm dirty? It's too late, Xia Xiaochan, you've given birth to my seed. Now it's too late to think I'm dirty.”

Xia Xiaochan felt more bitter than Coptis chinensis and knew that there was no way to quarrel with him.

However, although I have made a good plan to wrong myself, I can't pass that level in the end.

However, if he and his two children don't live well because of his attitude, Xia Xiaochan doesn't want to.

She paid so much for him, why should she be humiliated and painful because of him?

Xia Xiaochan closed her eyes and breathed deeply for a long time until she confirmed that her mood was depressed. She whispered, ”Lord, the people's wife was pregnant and gave birth to a son, and almost died. I wait and wait, waiting for my husband of one and two all my life, but he has died... Lord, the people's wife wants to keep a festival for her dead husband. Please forgive me that the people's wife can't serve you.”

Although Xia Xiaochan's tone is plain, her words hit aoxingyu's heart, which not only hit aoxingyu's guilt and self blame, but also explained her deep feelings and why she can't accept her now.

She softened her figure, but did not make herself very cheap, which was a temporary achievement.

The taste of aoxingyu was really complex. As soon as he looked up, his eyes stared at her, and said emotionally, ”cicada son...”

Familiar houses, familiar people and familiar tone, Xia Xiaochan knew that she should shed tears.

She gently blinked her eyelashes. The pear flowers on her warped eyelashes were rainy. Because they were six or seven true, they looked like crying, which really made his heart almost crushed.

Xia Xiaochan sobbed, ”Lord... If you need... Someone to serve, I'll let Xiaotao in... Serve, i... i... I... I take care of... Children.”

Since he really has this heart, he will certainly not fool around with other women in front of his beloved women and children, not to mention that he has no mind at all.

He froze for a moment and said, ”as long as you follow me back to Beijing, well, well, everything is up to you. Tonight, I'll sleep on the soft couch beside me.”

With that, as soon as he turned around, the slender figure walked out slowly.

Flowers fall without trace, love over spare hate!

Filled with melancholy, after all, can no longer be filled#####