I'm married to a bigoted man

Chapter 120 Cold War
Baijiu's half-closed eyes opened in the next second.

At some point in the middle of the room, a large golden birdcage appeared.

She sat up suddenly, returning to the days when she was imprisoned in her previous life in a trance.

But it is still somewhat different from the previous life.

In the previous life, she was inside the cage, but in this life she was outside.

Obviously this life has not repeated the mistakes of the previous life, but why did the man let someone build this golden cage?
Baijiu got up and walked to the birdcage, looking at the big bed inside, a trace of disgust flashed across his brows and eyes.

He opened the door and went out, just in time to meet Zuo You who came back to pick up the documents.

Baijiu asked blankly, "What's the matter with the birdcage in the room?"

Zuoyou replied respectfully: "The room between you and the young master is too monotonous, so I asked someone to make a decoration."

Baijiu sneered: "Is there a bed inside the decoration?"

Zuoyou didn't change his face: "The bed is also an ornament."

Obviously, no matter what she said, the other party killed the golden silk cage as nothing more than an ornament.

Baijiu said coldly, "I want to change rooms."

"Madam, you'd better discuss this matter with the young master first." Zuo You was really in a dilemma.

When receiving the young master's order, Zuo You also tried to persuade Huo Sicheng to give up imprisoning the girl in a golden cage.

But the young master happened to be in a state of madness at the time, no matter what he said, the young master only said one word: "Do it."

It was precisely because of this that Uncle Zheng hurriedly called Song Heting back.

Although Baijiu looked soft-tempered, every time the young master expressed his intention to lock her up, she said that she was arguing with the young master, but it was actually more like a small quarrel between lovers.

But Uncle Zheng has seen that baijiu is by no means as innocent and harmless as it appears on the surface, let alone him who has seen countless people.

Those noises in the past were all innocuous things, but when the golden cage was placed, didn't it clearly tell the girl that Huo Sicheng wanted to imprison her?

Baijiu didn't speak any more. He glanced sideways at the golden bird cage in the room, turned around and went back to the room, and closed the door with a bang.

Seeing this, Zuo You quickly took out his mobile phone and called Huo Sicheng: "Master, your custom-made golden bird cage has arrived. My wife seems very angry when she sees it."

More than angry.

When Huo Sicheng came back, there was no one in the room, only a gold wire cage with a diameter of four meters and a height of about three meters stood in the middle of the room.

Baijiu moved to his previous room and locked the door.

"Master, I'm going to get the key." Zuo You went downstairs to find the key to the room.

Huo Sicheng raised his hand and knocked on the door, what responded him was the sound of something hitting the door panel.

Immediately afterwards, a mobile phone rang.

Huo Sicheng picked up the phone, and before he could speak, he heard the girl yell loudly on the phone: "I want to fight with you!"

"..."

"From today onwards, we will sleep in separate rooms." Baijiu sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the closed door angrily, "Whenever you take that golden cage away, I will go back."

Huo Sicheng frowned: "Jijiu, don't make trouble..."

"Who is making trouble with you? You are a big liar, big bastard!" Baijiu was so angry that he was incoherent, "If I trust you again in the future, I will take your surname."

Huo Sicheng: "..."

"You open the door first."

"You get rid of the golden cage first." Baijiu bargained with him.

Zuoyou was very fast, and he came back with the key in a short while.

When he heard the key turn the door lock, Baijiu immediately lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover himself.

Huo Sicheng hasn't lived in this room for nearly a month, but there is still a trace of the man's cold fragrance on the quilt.

(End of this chapter)