Rebirth and Revenge: The Black-bellied Prostitute

If a wooden beauty only has a good-looking face, but no flexible brain.

For an ambitious man like Bu Zhanfeng, he was the least favorite type, and also the most useless type.

Apart from the background and backstage that Xia Chiwan has, only that face can be seen, and there is really nothing else.

People are afraid that there is no comparison. Once you compare, you will know the difference immediately.

There is a saying that if you compare goods, you will throw them away, and if you compare people, you will die.

So Bu Zhanfeng made such a comparison in his heart, and felt that Xia Furong was really more suitable for him than Xia Chiwan.

Bu Zhanfeng couldn't tell what Xia Furong's feelings for Sun Jianxing were, and what did she mean?

Bu Zhanfeng didn't think there was anything wrong with Xia Furong's behavior, just as he also wanted to choose a better woman who could help him as his wife.

Just Xia Chiwan, a fool, was either used or trampled on.

Seeing the performance of the Hundred Flowers Poetry Appreciation, although Xia Chiwan tricked her into a trick, it was entirely because Xia Chiwan was lucky enough to get that idea, not that Xia Chiwan was smart enough to think of that way.

As a result, Bu Zhanfeng found Xia Chiwan quite unpleasant, and he was even more displeased with Xia Chiwan being his proper wife.

A woman who relies on her face for food can only occupy the position of a concubine at best.

Bu Zhanfeng has already made up his mind, that is, now he married Xia Chiwan and let Xia Chiwan be his wife.

In the future, he will be prosperous, and after the Great General's Mansion falls, he must find a reason to demote Xia Chiwan as a concubine!

The uglier and darker Bu Zhanfeng's face became, the happier Xia Chiwan felt.

As for how Bu Zhanfeng judged Xia Chiwan in his heart, Xia Chiwan didn't care at all.

It wasn't until Bu Zhanfeng couldn't hold on himself that he opened his mouth.

"Can I ask Second Miss Xia to help Xiaosheng treat the wound."

Bu Zhanfeng really suspected that his wound was obviously not serious, and he couldn't die at all, but because of Xia Chiwan's stupidity, he lost his life to death?

"It's really rude. I was frightened by the scene just now, but I forgot that Mr. Bu is still injured. Hold the piano, and don't help Mr. Bu apply some medicine and bandage the wound."

How could Bu Zhanfeng, a small scholar, bother Xia Chiwan to bandage his wound himself.

If Bu Zhanfeng's plan succeeds and attracts Xia Chiwan's favor, then it is still possible.

Or, Bu Zhanfeng's injury was really caused by Xia Chiwan, that's also possible.

Unfortunately, neither before nor after.

Since Xia Chiwan had guessed what Bu Zhanfeng was thinking, Bu Zhanfeng's wound was completely begged for by himself, so it was impossible for Xia Chiwan to condescend to help Bu Zhanfeng hug the wound.

Xia Chiwan's answer was only a concession to Zhanfeng's desire to vomit blood.

Those little bastards didn't even touch the corners of the carriage, they were far away from Xia Chiwan, why was Xia Chiwan scared?

Moreover, with regard to Xia Chiwan's lotus jade face, Bu Zhanfeng really couldn't find a hint of surprise from Xia Chiwan's face.

Bu Zhanfeng wondered again, was Xia Chiwan playing tricks on him on purpose?

Bu Zhanfeng shook his head in his heart, it should be impossible.

Even if the gangsters don't know, in fact, their employer is him, so it's even more impossible for Xia Chiwan to know.

He doesn't have many chances to meet Xia Chiwan, so it should be impossible to arouse such disgusting emotions from Xia Chiwan.

He must have thought too much.

Baoqin quickly finished applying the medicine to Bu Zhanfeng and wrapped up the wound.