rich concubine

Chapter 117 Do you want me to submit?

It wasn't until Rong Yi had cried enough that she revealed her head from the quilt. Her eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts, which made Fuling feel distressed.

She said, "Rong Yi, I won't let you go easily if I'm like this."

The tears that I had finally stopped could not help but fall again at this moment.

Fu Ling stretched out her hand to wipe her, her eyes were gentle and serious: "Rong Yi, don't worry about crying. Now that things have happened, you should really think about what to do in the future."

"……"what to do?She doesn't know.

"Tell me honestly, how do you feel about me?"

Rong Yi shook her head and her voice became hoarse: "I have never thought about climbing a dragon and a phoenix. That is my lady's husband. How could I have feelings for him? If I did, it would be fear and fear!"

If you were really interested in him, why did you use the Zheyan Cream in the first place?But now, this Zheyan Cream is bullshit!It’s of no use at all!

Furthermore……

"Sister Fuling, I already have someone I like..."

Hearing this, Fu Ling was startled. She subconsciously looked back and saw that there was no one else in the room. She just lowered her head and whispered: "Rong Yi, you must not talk to me about this. Although I don't know what I mean to you." No matter how far you have come, no man, especially a proud man like me, can tolerate the woman he wants pretending to be someone else!"

"I……"

"Just think it's for his own good, and you can't say it." Fuling said earnestly.

Rong Yi's expression became more and more miserable. He looked like he was treating himself as a plaything and wanted to play with her on a whim. Rong Yi didn't believe how serious he was. If he really couldn't hold himself back and said that he liked Yuan Bing, he wouldn't either. What will happen to Yuan Bing?

After all, he is just a dispensable slave, and Yuan Bing is his capable lieutenant. He can tell the difference between the more important and the less important than anyone else.

However, Rong Yi didn't dare to bet, and she still couldn't figure out his temper. What if...

She stopped thinking and didn't dare to think about that eventuality.

But what else could she do?

Is her future going to be decided like this?
Rong Yi was unwilling.She had never had any great ambitions, but she wanted to leave these big mansions one day, marry someone she liked, and live out her life peacefully.

But now, it seems that what she wants is not so easy to achieve.

Where in life can you follow your heart everywhere?

Seeing her suffering, Fu Ling also felt distressed. After thinking about it, she didn't dare to come up with any wrong ideas. She just hoped that she would be better, so she said: "Rong Yi, I know that you are not a person who climbs high branches. You are a person of your own duty. But this person. , sometimes it’s uncertain, and sometimes, when times turn around, you can’t tell whether it will be good or bad luck. As slaves, we naturally have to choose a path that is beneficial to ourselves.”

Rong Yi looked at her: "Are you asking me to submit?"

Fu Ling frowned slightly, but it was a bit hard to speak at this point.

"It's not about surrendering... I'm just afraid that if you are too stubborn and take the wrong path, you will regret it."

"But which way is right and which way is wrong?"

People will always face multiple-choice questions in their lives, and often some multiple-choice questions have no solution. You have to go through them blindly and experience all kinds of ups and downs before you can taste the good or bad.

But this kind of multiple-choice question that determines the future, Rong Yi didn't dare to choose easily, for fear that he would make a mistake and be doomed!

Fu Ling was stunned by her question. In her heart, she still didn't want Rong Yi to suffer, but if she messed with her master, she would suffer as a slave no matter what.

She wanted Rong Yi to feel better, but now it was obvious that if she tore through the gauze, she would have to follow her master.

If it were anyone else, Poria might have said that being favored by the master was a blessing for being a slave, but for Rong Yi, this was obviously a burden.

Seeing that she was still sick and colorless, Fuling didn't want to put too much pressure on her, so she just said: "Let's put this matter aside for now. Maybe it's just a whim and I will forget it after a while. Don't take it to yourself." Adding worries."

How can I recover from my illness easily when I am full of sorrow?
Rong Yi's mind was indeed in a mess. That domineering face and the words he said before leaving kept flashing in his mind, like a spell that lingered in his ears for a long time.

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(End of this chapter)