Rich and poisonous love: Husband, please love me

Ling Muze glanced at his noble cousin: "You didn't come here on a cruise ship all the way, just to give me a blind date?"

"Bingguo." The princess snapped her fingers: "That's the purpose, otherwise, I wouldn't have learned that you came to Romes Island for vacation, so I ordered the captain to drive here day and night from country C. You see, I love you What a painstaking effort, you can't let your cousin go home disappointed."

"Are you using a bitter conscience?" He snorted, "It's not like you don't know that I hate these delicate and famous ladies, so you can consider it for me to play with, marrying a family as a wife may not exceed three days, and then run home crying gone."

Her head was slapped hard by her teaching: "You bastard, you are almost 28 years old, and you are still thinking about playing with women, and you are not at ease to find one. Anyway, you have to choose tonight." Take one of them home to be your wife."

"I don't want it." Rejected flatly, he didn't want a woman to restrain himself.

"If you don't want it, you have to. Tonight, you must choose one of these women to be your wife. Otherwise, I will let your parents return to China and let you decide. Then you will not be able to choose so easily. It's gone." The princess threatened sinisterly.

"Cousin, the emperor is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch. Why are you rushing into the grave of marriage by yourself to drag me into the water? I am only 27 years old. It is not too late to find a partner at the age of 30. And what woman do you think your handsome and mighty brother will have?" Is it worthy?" a woman said without shame.

"That... Marriage is not a tomb, it's heaven, heaven, your cousin has always been in heaven." A certain prince who had been neglected by the siblings clarified, but sadly received two harsh words Sight, he quickly shut up depressed.

Regarding his arrogance, the princess retorted calmly: "If you get married earlier, you can reduce the number of women who are persecuted by you. Anyway, I have made up my mind. If you don't choose a wife tonight , you just wait for your parents to come back and deal with you, and see if I don't reveal your 'glorious' deeds over the years to them."

The first pair of threats was powerless, and she was a married woman. It was the first time that he, who had always put pressure on others, was ruthlessly oppressed: "Cousin, do you have to be so ruthless? Is a forced marriage interesting?"

"I'm not forcing you. I'm not giving you a random woman, but I want you to choose the one you like. I'll give you the right to choose."

For the cousin's strength, Ling Muze was the first two big, and the first time he went crazy and almost collapsed.

A certain prince who was ignored by the side couldn't see how his uncle was so troubled, so he leaned into his ear and murmured.

The princess looked suspiciously at her husband who didn't know what experience he was imparting to him, and wanted to lean over to eavesdrop, so as to be pushed out by the husband who suddenly turned around.

Seeing that he was about to fall, he fell into a familiar embrace the next moment.

"Be careful, you are pregnant with our little baby now, you must not lose anything." The prince lovingly rubbed her slightly protruding belly.

The mighty concubine blushed for a rare occasion, and thumped his chest: "I hate it, if you hadn't deliberately tricked me, how could I have conceived so quickly."

Ling Muze was terribly chilled by the affectionate couple. He was afraid that if he saw it, he would get a needle's eye. He turned around and was about to leave, but he was held back by her.

"You want to go?" She narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Pulling her tight hand down: "The blind date carefully arranged by my cousin, how could I just leave without giving face, I just responded to my cousin's call, and went to pick a wife."

"This is my good cousin." She patted him on the shoulder happily.

Even if the concubine dared to use the word obedient to describe him, Ling Muze was about to leave with a sullen face, but was held back again.

"Cousin, what's the matter?"

"Put this on." She waved the butterfly mask as black as the night in her hand.

"More than that."

"The next thing is the mask dance, so of course I have to wear this, my dear, the dance is about to start, put it on for me quickly." She stuffed the mask into his hand and urged.

He reluctantly wears a mask.

"Tsk tsk, my cousin is really a handsome pear blossom crushing a crabapple." The prince couldn't help but utter an old saying in admiration.

"Husband, your knowledge of Chinese literature is extensive and profound." She raised her eyebrows at the prince.

"That's right, who made my wife have Chinese blood in her bones? For China to breed such a magnificent beauty as my wife, I naturally want to love Chinese culture as much as I love my wife." The prince also threw An eyebrow in the past.

Ling Muze fled away in a disgusted manner, and if he continued to stay with these two people, he would be soured to death.

After taking a few steps, the dance floor was plunged into darkness, but no one screamed in panic. Obviously, the dignitaries present were used to such a link.

When the golden hazy lights were turned on again, melodious dance music sounded, floating leisurely over the hall, and everyone present put on masks of different styles.

Even though he was wearing a butterfly mask, as soon as he stepped onto the dance floor, he still attracted the attention of a large number of celebrities. There were no less than ten pairs of slender hands stretched out in front of him, all of which were white.

Alas, I have to sigh: He is like a firefly in the dark, shining wherever he goes.

Bored, he glanced at the many beauties standing in front of him, intending to choose the one with the most beautiful eyes and the best fit, but he heard the gasps of the men around him.

Following the sound, I saw a woman in the corridor, wearing a gorgeous and bright princess dress dragged on a rose-colored carpet, with sparkling jewelry, long hair shawl, a crown, and a purple butterfly mask, holding the escalator with one hand , slowly down the stairs.

Under the shining of the golden light, the eyes hidden under the mask concealed the light of the gemstones on his body, and they were as bright and clear as the sparkling water in the sea, which was inconceivably beautiful.

Those were a pair of eyes that could make everyone hold their breath, and Ling Muze was no exception. These familiar eyes made him stare at him for a moment, almost suffocating his breath.

"Which princess is this? I want to propose to him." A man beside him murmured excitedly, speaking fluent English.

"It's so charming, such a noble and elegant lady..." another man praised indulgingly.

"The eyes are like drops of water. They are so beautiful. If I can marry this lady, it doesn't matter if I give up my current position." Another man was confused.

Ling Muze's eyes dimmed, and he fixed his eyes on the woman who almost captured all the men in the audience.

Facing the closely staring eyes below, Shui Xi's nervous hands trembled slightly, secretly depressing why he fell into such a high-profile situation inexplicably in seconds.

She was not used to wearing high heels, and the skirt was so long that there were several steps, so she could only walk down carefully step by step, thinking that as soon as she walked down the stairs, she must escape from this weird place.

Seeing that she reached the ground within a few steps, her foot became unsteady, and she stepped on the corner of her skirt. Tragically, she had an intimate contact with the ground.

Suddenly, gasping exclamations came from all around.

"Miss Noble, are you alright?" A blond man wearing a white dove mask closest to her helped her up.

She struggled to get up, gratefully trying to thank, a strap of the mask fell off at this moment, and the mask slid down her face.

She heard the man's gasp: "Miss, you are so beautiful."

"Sir, can you put the mask back on for me?" She didn't know how to face the eyes of so many people, she begged, seeing that the man couldn't understand Chinese, she could only use hand gestures.

The man picked up the mask very gentlemanly and put it on for her.

"Thank you!" After she finished speaking, she wanted to escape from this well-dressed place, but the man grabbed her wrist.

"Miss, I am the earl of country d, may I invite you to dance?" He grabbed her hand and kissed her.

Shui Xi withdrew his hand as if being shocked by an electric shock, but he couldn't beat the man's self-esteem cruelly.

In embarrassment, a man wearing a black butterfly mask walked up to them and said coldly to the earl of country d, "She's mine tonight."

The tone is determined to win.

"It's not in accordance with etiquette. It's obvious that I invited this lady first, so why is she yours?" The count of Country D replied in broken English.

"Then let the young lady decide, is she going to dance with you or with me?"

After speaking, he set his eyes on her.

Although he is wearing a black charm butterfly mask, Shui Xi still knows who is in front of him through those eyes as deep as a dark pool.

My uneasy heart calmed down inexplicably, I wonder if it was because I ran into an acquaintance in this strange place, even though I was very wrong with this acquaintance.

"Miss, please make a decision? Choose her or me?" the count of country d urged.

Although Shui Xi couldn't understand English, he could vaguely guess what he meant.

He raised his eyes to look at Ling Muze, and was startled by his staring gaze, thinking that he probably recognized him.

His eyes told her that he was very upset that she would appear here, so it's better not to provoke him for a second.

Then he looked at the Earl of Country D who was wearing a white dove mask next to him, and the gentleman looked at her with gentle eyes.

After weighing things up and down, she still felt that it was safer to dance with the Earl of Country D. Once Ling Muze left, she could take the opportunity to escape and return to the hotel.

Even if Ling Muze blamed her for choosing the earl but not him, she could say that she didn't recognize him. After all, it was the earl who first proposed to dance with her. According to etiquette, she should also choose the earl.

There are good reasons, but thinking about it, Ling Muze doesn't care who he dances with, so he probably doesn't bother to ask this kind of question.

Decided.

Resisting the fear of those cold eyes, she raised the corners of her lips slightly, and stretched out her hand to the Earl of Country D: "I want to dance with this gentleman."

"Very good!" After he dropped these two words coldly, he turned around and sank into the dance floor.

In an instant, n women surrounded him. He took the hand of one of the ladies and danced casually to the music.