High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Du Xiaoran said to the Marquis of York and his wife: "Yes, Marquis, Marquis!"

After finishing speaking, he patted Roland on the back, took her to the sofa and sat down, knelt down on one knee, took her injured right hand, and bandaged her himself.

Looking at the man kneeling in front of him, Roland was overjoyed, the smile on his face deepened, and he couldn't help saying: "Xiao Ran, you are so kind to me."

Du Xiaoran was proficient in his technique, and he replied without a moment's pause in his movements: "This is what I should do."

Seeing that their daughter was happy, the Marquis of York and his wife were willing to bandage her, and then they were relieved. After carefully instructing Roland, they went back to their room to rest, leaving space for the two young people.

"You all step back, you are not needed here anymore." Roland looked around and ordered the servants lightly.

"Yes, Miss Roland. I wish you a good night." The servants retreated one by one.

Du Xiaoran tied the gauze into a beautiful bow, then began to pack the medicine box, met her smiling eyes, and asked lightly, "How did you get hurt?"

Roland looked at his well-bandaged right hand, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I just touched it accidentally."

If he read it correctly, the wound should have been cut by a sharp weapon, tearing a long gash in the palm of his hand.

Although Du Xiaoran was puzzled, he didn't say anything, and nodded slightly, he understood.

After packing up the medicine box, he got up and planned to leave: "It's getting late, you should have a good rest."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Roland immediately got up and hugged him from behind, buried his face on his broad back, and rubbed his face affectionately: "Xiao Ran, don't be so indifferent to me, I won't be able to bear it."

Du Xiaoran broke away her hand, "You think too much."

Roland hugged him again: "Really? Am I really thinking too much?"

"En." Du Xiaoran's eyes flashed with impatience.

"Well, if you prove it to me, I'll believe you. Now, take me back to my room." Roland demanded unreasonably.

Du Xiaoran looked back at her, and after a long while, he bent down slightly, picked her up by the waist, and sent her back to the bedroom.

"Go to bed early, good night." Putting her on the bed, Du Xiaoran turned around to leave, but Roland hurriedly grabbed him, with shyness and longing in his eyes: "Xiao Ran, stay tonight, don't leave, okay? "

Du Xiaoran broke away from her hand, turned around and left. Roland looked at his indifferent and alienated back, and his anger rose suddenly, "At the end of the day, do you still love her? Because of her, he refused to touch me. is not it?!"

The man's back froze, neither admitting nor denying it.

It wasn't until the bedroom door was closed and the man left mercilessly that Roland laughed at himself. The more he loved her, the more she would torture her to death, to see how long he could love her!

But whatever York Roland likes, she will definitely get it, and he, Du Xiaoran, is no exception!

After changing his clothes, Roland didn't call the driver, and drove out of the castle in a hurry, heading towards the suburbs.

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"Boom—" The hotel room door was kicked open.

Seeing who was coming, the bodyguards bowed in fear and said hello: "Miss Roland, good evening."

Lying on the ground, Luo Anning was covered in bruises. He had been severely beaten a few hours ago, and his face was swollen by Roland.

Almost no part of the skin exposed outside the clothes was intact, with crisscross welts and scabs all over, which was shocking.