After getting dressed, I bewitched the Fourth Master with my beauty

The door was pushed open, and then the maid's scream became louder again, and then it was transmitted into the room, making the atmosphere in the whole room become more frightening and terrifying.

In just one day, this room changed from an extremely elegant boudoir to an extremely bloody torture chamber.

at this time.

Aunt Fang frowned and walked in anxiously, and then walked eagerly in front of Fujin. Her face was very heavy and even more solid: "Fujin, Fujin. Why do you have to create such a big formation? If If Fourth Master finds out, he will say that you have changed later and make some suffocating actions."

however.

Fujin didn't care at all, he still lowered his head, without even raising his head, picked up Lang Hao on the table and couch, first dipped it in ink, then wrote regular script on the rice paper, and then just lightly wrote He said: "So what, maybe I can't let him divorce me."

When Aunt Fang heard this, her expression paused, and then she said: "Fu Jin, Fujin, you have endured for so many years and worked hard for so many years, why should you let all your previous efforts go to waste?"

Ah!

Fujin sneered, placed the brush on the rice paper very calmly and calmly, then raised his head and looked at Fujin, and then said: "Mommy, since Hongpan left, my heart has died. I don’t want to pretend anymore, let alone wear this hypocritical mask. I’ve been the master of this backyard for so many years, and I’m tired enough.”

After hearing this, Aunt Fang spoke immediately, with a hint of sincerity in her tone: "Old slave, I know, of course I know Fujin's difficulties, but you have survived so many days, and Why should you care about what is in front of you? After all, Ms. Li has three children with her."

Ah!

Fujin sneered, and then said: "It's because of Mrs. Li that my Hong Pan died. It's because of Mrs. Li that my life feels over, and it's because of Mrs. Li that my heart is dead."

The screams of the maidservant were still heard outside the house. Aunt Fang sighed and said, "Fujin, why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?"

"Why bother."

Fujin gave a bitter smile here, the laughter was very sad, and even more miserable, and then he said: "When I entered the mansion, it was a glamorous place, and I got married in a sedan chair with eight people. Although the fourth master Hui couldn't be said to be inseparable, he could still be regarded as a respectful guest. So in the first month after entering the mansion, the fourth master called me Zhongkui in the mansion and handed me the main key of the mansion. Look, how excited I was at that time, and what a world it was like."

Fujin stood there and spoke word by word, without any expression on his face, not even the slightest expression, as if these things had nothing to do with her at all, let alone the slightest relation. In general, then Fujin answered again: "Later, Mrs. Li became pregnant and gave birth to a son. Although the Fourth Master was a little negligent, with the birth of Honghui, the Fourth Master was still quite happy. After all, this is the eldest son of the family. In the future, Whoever it is as the heir to the mansion, everyone will be very happy."

"So the fourth master has always brought Honghui with him in the past few years. Whenever he returned to Sibeile Mansion last time, he always took Honghui with him. Even in the study, he stood there, making a stroke He taught him writing step by step, even taught him painting, and even started teaching him administrative skills very early. Speaking of which, Honghui became wise early, and people are naturally smart, so as soon as the Fourth Master taught him, he Yes, he understood it quickly, so when Honghui was six years old, he began to discuss right and wrong with his Ama."

Speaking of this, Fujin was full of pride and even more proud. In his words, there was a bit of pride and joy in being a bitch. This look made the Fujin so frightened that everyone avoided him when he saw him.

At this time, it is rare to see the brilliance of motherhood, and it is even rarer to see the kindness of a mother.

after all.

This is her first son.

It was her first child, of course she felt very proud, and even more so proud.

After all, this is the first eldest son of Sibeile Mansion.

however.

At this moment of change, Fujin's face turned cold. The whole face looked extremely cold and cold, without any warmth or expression. 9.30

Fujin's tone suddenly turned cold for a moment, his indifference dropped to extremely cold, and he immediately said: "But on that day, Honghui was fine at first, and he was taken over by his Ama to study. When he came back, Honghui's whole body became uncomfortable. As soon as he came back, Honghui's whole body became extremely uncomfortable. After a while, even within three days, Honghui left. Within a few days, Honghui The whole person just went.”

Fujin's eyes were extremely red, and even more so at this moment. She looked at Aunt Liu with gritted teeth, squeezed out words from between her teeth, and then said word by word: "Do you know? You know, Honghui is my hope, and Honghui is my hope to live in Sibeile Mansion. But after Honghui passed away, I have no hope in this world, and the meaning of my existence in Sibeile Mansion is even more... No more. For two whole months, I lived almost without food, and I lived like a wandering spirit. However, the fourth master, after just a few days of depression, his whole body... He then changed his hands and favored the Niu Hulu family for a whole year, and now he is still openly protecting the Niu Hulu family. I think he has simply forgotten Honghui's death. I think He simply ignored Honghui's death."

Fujin's eyes were scarlet, and he pointed at his heart with his finger, accusing him loudly, his tone full of endless sharpness, and even more endless sharpness.

Her whole body was filled with endless hatred, endless indifference, and endless killing intent.

It was as if she was a demon who had been wronged and humiliated, eager to get back her own things, eager to get back her original things.

She pointed at her chest with her finger, then stood in front of the table, accusing her in a cold voice: "Mother Liu, how can you help me not to hate you, how can you help me not to be jealous. , how can you make me not take today’s death to my heart?”

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