Mrs. divorced again

Chapter 457 Negotiations ([-])

Chapter 471

When Zhao Zhi was still about to die.

Feng Songjie turned his head, looked at Adjutant Yang who was also in a daze, and said slightly with the corners of his lips.

"Adjutant Yang, we took a shower together, is there a mole on my butt?"

Yang Minghua returned to his senses, and shook his head blankly: "No..."

Two years ago at the Nan'an First Military Academy, a week-long special training was given to the recruits. Afterwards, all the soldiers, including Feng Songjie, took a bath together. Yang Minghua had seen Feng Songjie's body, and there was no such mole on his buttocks. .

Wu Su also took the opportunity to rush to talk: "I bathed him when he was a child, how could there be moles on his butt!"

Feng Songjie glared at Wu Su, who quickly pursed her lips and smiled.

Zhao Zhi was already ignorant and confused about the situation.

"What on earth is this?" She murmured, and then said in a rather tangled manner: "But we are aunts and concubines, we have servants, and you have come to stay overnight!" Do you still have to deny this?
Bai Weiyang watched clearly from the side.

Maybe Zhao Zhi's blow made her nervous, why didn't she fully understand what Feng Songjie meant.

Feng Songjie's tone was icy cold: "If I say now that I have never slept with you, are you still unwilling to believe it?"

Zhao Pheasant: "But..."

Feng Songjie pointed at the mute, "From the beginning to the end, it was him."

The mute grinned and smiled shyly.

This is the secret between the two of them, Feng Songjie said, you saved me, I will take you home!Find you some more beautiful women.

Although the mute was working as a handyman in the Governor's Mansion, the work was very light, and Feng Songjie did it, finding some beautiful women for him!
Only then did Zhao Zhi's dizzy mind fully understand that her face instantly changed from red to blue, and then from green to white. It was the first time in Bai Weiyang's life that she saw an expression change so wonderfully.

It can be called the face-changing level of Sichuan opera.

Zhao Zhi roared hysterically: "You lied to us!! You lied to my feelings!"

Seeing that Zhao Zhi was about to go crazy, Feng Songjie took a step back and shouted directly.

"Come on, grab her!"

Several soldiers rushed in immediately, twisted Zhao Zhi's arm back in an instant, and pressed the whole person on the sofa so that he could not move.

Feng Songjie glanced at the mute.

"Zhao Pheasant, if your child is his, then give birth to the child and throw it to the mute, don't worry about it."

Zhao Zhi didn't seem to hear it. The madness in her eyes seemed to be able to ignite the entire prairie. She struggled in pain and roared angrily.

"Hahahaha! Feng Songjie, don't you have any feelings for us? You are married to several wives. If you don't like it, why did you marry us! You are not willing to pay anything after marrying us. What kind of mind do you have, let a servant who works in the backyard sleep with me, Zhao Zhi! I have been raped by a servant for several years!! Feng Songjie!! You are not human!!"

The red eyes seemed to have suffered the greatest grievance in the world.

"Zhao Pheasant."

Feng Songjie's face was full of impatience, and he drank lightly.

Zhao Zhi kept silent, looking at him with resentment in his eyes.

Feng Songjie's deep voice seemed to carry an inherent nobility, and he said incomparably coldly.

"First of all, I didn't 'marry' you guys. I just brought them home."

"Secondly, didn't the Governor's Mansion pay anything? Then the rich clothes and jade food you have enjoyed in the past few years have all fallen from the sky? You often wear gold and silver, are they given by beggars?"

(End of this chapter)