The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Holding the marriage certificate in his hand, Lan Xiu was in a daze. Hearing Di Shiyin's faint warning, he subconsciously opened his mouth, as if he wanted to defend Luo Qingyu, but Di Shiyin left too fast, he had no chance...

Can't help but look at Luo Qingyu, Luo Qingyu is still sitting there, his body is straight, his face has turned pale, his red lips are tightly pursed, and his blood color has long been lost>

She was in a daze, the only thing she felt was pain, unspeakable pain!

A heart feels like being pierced by a cold sword, it hurts to the extreme, and it is also extremely cold...

Now he looks down on her at all! [

In his eyes, she is just a little fairy who tried her best to climb up, humble as an ant——

Her eyes wandered, and she drifted towards the marriage certificate, the red marriage certificate, with Lovebird Lian Lizhi printed on it, and the two names were closely next to each other——

Di Shiyin, Yan Chi——

Those two words hurt her eyes severely!

Eight days, they will get married in eight days——

What else can she do?What else can I do?

My heart is empty, and I am so desperate for the first time in my life!

Can't see the end of despair!

It turns out that love can be so hurtful, it can be so heart-wrenching——

I can see you, hear you, but you treat me as a stranger...

Her face was so pale that Lan Xiu almost didn't dare to look at the real despair on her face. Seeing her eyes staring blankly at the marriage certificate in his hand, he hurriedly put it away.

Wanting to change the subject: "Qing Lan, I... I'll show you the resentful spirit..."

Luo Qingyu lowered her eyes, and slowly lowered her sleeves: "No need, don't tarnish your reputation."

Her voice was ethereal, and her person seemed ethereal too.

Lan Xiu's blood surged upwards: "Qing Lan, he doesn't know the inside story, it's not good if you really have resentful spirits on you, it's better to drive them out as soon as possible."

Luo Qingyu shook her head, got up slowly, and smiled lightly again: "It's okay. You're busy." She turned and left.

"Qing Lan—" Lan Xiu was worried, and couldn't help calling her again.

Luo Qingyu didn't look back, she just waved her hands back and turned away.

Her body is always straight, but the back view has a kind of bleak taste...[

Lan Xiu stared at the big red wedding invitation in his sleeve, dazed. He and Di Shiyin were not close, but just a common relationship.

He never thought that Di Shiyin would come to deliver the wedding invitations in person, wouldn't it be enough to send a waiter for this kind of thing?

Why did he come in person?

Could it be because he is Yan Chi's master and he came in person to show respect?

Shaking his head, he couldn't figure it out.

Thinking of Luo Qingyu, he felt a pain in his heart, this blow was fatal to this girl, right?

She—she can't get over it—

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he couldn't hold his breath anymore, and ran to Luo Qingyu's room.

The door was ajar, and there was no movement inside.

"Qing Lan, Qing Lan..." He called her outside the door.

After all, it was night, so it was not good for him to break in blindly.

"Shangxian Lanxiu, what's the matter?"

Luo Qingyu's voice came from inside the door, the voice was steady, it didn't look like she was sad and about to commit suicide. Bleak Bleak 