Quick Transmigration: Sword Master's Thousand-Layer Routine

Chapter 69
Is it a happy thing to have a husband who doesn't come home and a black card that can't be broken through time travel to become a wealthy lady?
The answer is yes.

But what if this wealthy lady is a vicious female partner in the wealthy control group?

"Ma'am, please drink some water first, sir will be here in a few minutes." Aunt Liang, the housekeeper at the side, handed Ming Ying a glass of water, her voice sounding somewhat comforting.

As early as an hour ago, the original owner failed to seduce the male lead, and was calculated by the female lead to fall into the water, and then drowned and passed out.

When he opened his eyes again, the original owner was gone, and the one who woke up was the social animal Ming Ying who died suddenly while working overtime in 996.

Now, she has to face the next ending instead of the original owner—the husband wearing a cuckold wants to divorce her, and after being kicked out of the house, she is tricked by the hostess, and finally starved to death on the street.

Thinking of this, the water in Mingying's hand was a little hard to swallow, she opened her mouth and wanted to ask Aunt Liang, but the closed door was opened.

The man who walked in was tall and straight, his brows were slightly frowned under the black broken hair, and his eyes were like a deep pool, which made people unable to see his emotions. The beauty mole on the corner of his left eye and his tall nose bridge were inexplicably alluring. .

"Aunt Liang, you go down first." A voice like broken jade hitting a stone sounded, and with the sound of the door closing, Mingying's heart also rose.

Only she and her cheap husband were left in the room, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

"Let's get a divorce." Following these words, the folder in the man's hand was thrown into Mingying's hand.

Mingying opened the document, looked down at the neat signature on it, and finally knew the name of the cheap husband——Pu Zhan.

After putting away the documents and looking up again, Mingying's eyes were filled with tears, and her tone was even more firm: "Husband, I will not divorce."

This address made Pu Zhan pause, and his eyes fell directly on the little girl with pear blossoms and rain in front of him: "What request do you have, just ask, and I can satisfy you."

"Can you agree to any request?" Mingying's tone was somewhat tentative.

Pu Zhan's expression turned cold: "Yes."

"Then I want to be a real husband and wife with you!" Mingying ran down from the bed unceremoniously, and hugged the man's strong waist: "Pu Zhan, if it wasn't for you not consummating the room with me, how could I have thought of using other men to marry you?" You lied back?"

In order to make the green hat on the cheap husband disappear, Mingying could only start talking nonsense.

The original owner and the cheap husband met once when they were getting the certificate, and they never got along again after that.

Even the original owner forgot the cheap husband's name.

But this is not important, the important thing is to avoid the plot of divorce and driving out of the house.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the heroine is a kind-hearted person. She is just an ordinary social animal. If she really divorces, she will probably be killed by the heroine soon.

Probably because he didn't expect her to make such an intimate move, the man froze in place, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her waist after a long time.

Ming Ying originally thought that the other party was going to push her away, so she was ready, but the man picked her up and put her on the bed: "It was my fault."

"?" Something seemed wrong.

"I was busy with work, so I ignored your feelings." Pu Zhan bowed his head, his handsome face came close to her, and he was apologetic and sincere: "Next, I will be a good husband and take good care of you."

"????" Mingying looked confused.

She doesn't understand.

If the cheap husband likes the original owner, why didn't he help the original owner when he was calculated to starve to death?
And I really like it, I haven't come back to see the original owner after half a year of marriage, no matter how you look at it, it's not normal.

Seeing the little girl's sluggish appearance, Pu Zhan pinched her cheek in a good mood, but lowered his tone two points: "What's the matter, Aying, are you unhappy?"

Seeing the man's handsome face so close at hand, Mingying could only nod: "No, I'm very happy!"

"Good boy." After touching her head, the man picked up one of the shoes: "It's almost time for dinner, let's go down together."

The cold feet were held by his hands with thin calluses, the scalding heat made Ming Ying subconsciously want to shrink back.

She has never been so close to a person of the opposite sex, and she is a little uncomfortable.

"I'll do it myself..." Mingying reached out to take the shoes, but the other party didn't let go.

"I promise to take care of you, let me do this kind of thing," Pu Zhan said softly, but there was no room for rejection.

Seeing the fluffy slippers on her feet, Mingying could only thank her obediently: "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Pu Zhan reached out and took her hand: "Let's go."

The other hand was wrapped around the hot big one, Mingying moved unaccustomed to it, and wanted to pull it out, but was held tightly by the man again.

She turned her head to look at the man beside her, but met him with a somewhat inquiring gaze: "What's the matter, Ah Ying?"

"I can go by myself." Mingying raised her hand, signaling Pu Zhan to let go.

Pu Zhan didn't let go, but stepped forward a few steps. His tall figure blocked her sight with a sense of oppression.

The eyes full of oppression fell on Mingying, but his tone was so pitiful: "Is Ahying despising me?"

Mingying took two steps on her hind legs, trying to stay away from her, but someone grabbed her waist.

Seeing the other's intimate gesture, she turned her head to avoid the man's face so close at hand, and raised her voice two minutes: "You just touched my feet with your hands!"

Meow, if you hold her hand after touching her feet, won't it really be contagious athlete's foot?
Although it was all flesh from her own body, psychologically, Mingying still couldn't accept it.

After a while, the man leaning on his shoulder smiled softly.

Letting go, Pu Zhan didn't bother her anymore: "I didn't pay attention, then I'll wash my hands, Ah Ying, remember to go down to eat."

Before leaving, the man's gaze slowly crossed the bright red earlobe dripping with blood, and then he left cleanly.

After waiting for the man to leave, Mingying breathed a sigh of relief.

She squeezed the hot earlobe with the hand that had not been held before, and she tried her best to calm her beating heart.

To be honest, she really couldn't stand being held by such a handsome guy!
If it weren't for his attitude, it would be really weird...

Thinking of the man's words, Mingying quickly washed her hands, and just as she was about to go on, she saw the thin sexy lace suspender nightdress on her body that only reached her thighs, and fell silent for a moment.

The original owner's figure is bulging forward and backward, with white skin and volume of hair, which is not a little different from the airport in his previous life.

And this is a beautiful face at first glance, and she was heartbroken when she saw it.

Thinking of all these being seen by the stinky man just now, Mingying only felt heartache.

After finding a long coat from the oversized cloakroom and wrapping it up, she slowly went downstairs.

There were sumptuous dishes on the table, the chef in the villa was very skilled, and Ming Ying had a great time eating.

If you ignore the fact that the man fed her, there is nothing wrong with this meal.

Waiting for both of them to put down their chopsticks, Mingying was thinking about taking a break before going out for a walk to digest, when she heard Pu Zhan suddenly make a sound.

"Aying, what are you going to do with the woman who pushed you into the water?"

Push into the water?
Mingying thought about it carefully, and fell silent for a moment.

In my memory, it was the original owner who wanted to push the person down, but the heroine reacted faster, so the one who fell into the water became the original owner.

After watching the surveillance and investigating, you should know that the one who did the bad thing is the original owner. Mingying doesn't believe that Pu Zhan doesn't know.

When she met the man's sincere gaze, she felt even more complicated, so she decided to kick the ball back: "Husband, do you have any ideas?" You hate that, as the eldest princess, you have left nothing behind.

Uncle died in battle, and the Xie family was framed for treason.

The Xie family, where people used to come and go, has now been sentenced to ransack the house, and the family is empty.

After the serious illness, the mother's mother has been in poor health, and when she knew that her uncle had died in battle, she had a serious illness.

People are emotional, not to mention these are relatives who have been with you for more than ten years.

You are not the real princess Cangshi, you are an outsider, but you have been here for so many years and enjoyed everything.

To you, they are family.

Similarly, you have no way to face the culprit, Cang He, who looks gentle and gentle, and who will obediently call you Huangjie.

After settling down your aunt and cousin, you left the palace with your seriously ill mother.

On the night of leaving, the wind in Tonggong was very strong, and the wind howled outside.

Cang He, who has grown up, invited you to drink together under the moon, and you drank a lot.

He looked at you with the same pitiful eyes as when he was a child, pulled your sleeves and called you Huangjie, and asked if you could not leave.

You didn't answer, just patted his head.

"Cang Shi, you have grown up."

You are no longer children.

He took his mother back to Bianzhou, the ancestral home of the Xie family.

After staying away from Yudu, she relaxed a lot.

An uncle accompanied her, and her mother's illness gradually recovered.

Probably after you settle down, the tight strings in your body loosen, and you are sick.

Under the scalding temperature, when you were burned in a daze, a cold hand fell on your forehead.

You slightly opened your eyes, it was Blade Eleven.

Touching your hot forehead, his usually cold face showed a bit of anxiety: "Your Highness, you are sick, I will report..."

You held his hand back and shook your head: "You don't need to look for your mother, Eleven, I just blew some cold wind, and the cold air entered my body, just take some medicine and you'll be fine."

At your request, he finally gave up.

Even in order to avoid the queen mother and first uncle, he directly decocted the medicine outside and brought it back to you.

It's already early winter, and the medicine with the temperature of Ren Shiyi was put in your hand. You hesitated for a long time before you mustered up the courage to feel bored.

Vomit, it's so hard to drink! !

The calloused hand spread out, revealing the candied fruit on the oiled paper.

You raised your head, and Blade Eleven turned his head abruptly: "The doctor gave it to you when you bought the medicine. Your Highness doesn't mind and you can try it."

Sickness makes you a little fragile. Normally, you might eat obediently.

But this time, you are self-willed: "I want you to feed me."

The young man suddenly turned his head and looked at you with surprise: "Your Highness..."

"I said, feed me."

After hesitating for a moment, the young man still held a candied fruit.Carefully delivered to your mouth.

You sucked the candied fruit unceremoniously, and licked his rough fingertips by the way.

Looking at the red-faced Ren Shiyi, you swallowed the candied fruit in your mouth and became playful: "I want more, keep feeding me."

You never regarded Blade Eleven as a so-called servant, nor did you use him as a tool.

As your personal bodyguard, he grew up with you.

When he was young, he was not so rigid and boring, and he strictly abided by the so-called distinction between master and servant.

It's just that as he got to the back, he became colder and colder, with a cold expression, and he always wore the black clothes that belonged to the dark guard, strictly obeying the duties of a dark guard.

But occasionally, he will bring you your favorite pastries, ask you the secrets of growing flowers, or send a small flower on your windowsill.

Occasionally when you catch him on the windowsill, you will tease him a bit, and you can't help laughing when you see his blushing face.

This is like a tacit little secret between the two of you.

It's a pity that the difference in status doomed the two of you to no results.

Just like the death of my uncle, the downfall of the Xie family.

Like fate, all will be lost.

But why?

You tried your best, but in the end you couldn't keep anything?

After staying away from Yudu, you think about it instead.

Why do we have to stick to those rules and regulations?

After recovering from illness, you ask Ren Shiyi to go out to climb the ivy together.

Compared with Yudu, Bianzhou is a little bit northerly, and the weather is colder.

The sunny weather brought many people out.

Blade Eleven changed into the clothes of the hidden guard, and was quietly behind you again.

Most of the evergreen trees are planted on the mountain, and the winding mountain road is not easy to climb. You are not as good as Ren Shiyi, who practiced martial arts all day long, and he soon lost his strength and stopped.

But his breathing is always steady, even when you are unsteady on your feet, he stretches out his hand to hold your waist firmly.

He didn't sweat a drop.

It makes you kind of jealous.

"I'm a little tired." You said.

Blade Eleven sized you up: "Your Highness, take a rest."

Blade Eleven, a new type of wood.

"I don't want to leave." You started to play tricks.

Blade Eleven did not hesitate: "His Royal Highness has just recovered, and today's activities are almost done, and it is time to go back."

You smiled: "Okay, you can carry me down the mountain."

He froze in place, he was standing two steps below you, but he was about the same height as you.

Looking straight at him, you looked at his dull look, and stretched out your hand to push him: "Hurry up and recite it!"

"temple……"

"Don't talk!"

You don't need to guess and you know that this guy is going to start saying something that is not suitable for etiquette.

This time, Blade Eleven turned his back in silence.

You jumped onto his back, and he held your legs firmly.

Blade Eleven's back is very broad, and he still has the smell of sunshine on his body.

It's just that the hands are placed on the bend of your legs very neatly, without any overstepping.

You hooked his neck, and leaned towards Blade Eleven's ear with some dissatisfaction: "Hold tight, it's about to fall."

He obediently increased his strength a bit.

You are satisfied: "Okay, let's go down the mountain."

Blade Eleven's footsteps were steady.

It was still sunny at noon, and the clothes were quickly heated by the sun. Even wearing a thin jacket, you could still feel his hot body temperature.

You looked sideways at the fine sweat on his forehead, and deliberately lowered your voice: "Eleven, are you tired?"

He shook his head.

This action is not easy to turn over the handkerchief, so you directly wiped the sweat on his forehead with your sleeve.

After finishing all this, you kissed his blushing earlobe: "Okay Eleven, sorry for the trouble."

You could feel his body stiffen for a moment.

"Your Highness, Guangtian..."

"There's no one around, I just saw it," you interrupted him: "If you don't like being outside, then I'll go back and kiss you?"

Blade Eleven was silent.

Blade Eleven obediently carries you home.

A few days later, he suddenly invites you to watch the moon together.

(End of this chapter)