Quick wear: Lord God, please let me go

Chapter 336 The Broken Fairy Tale 59
"But..." Mrs. Termany frowned unbearably.

"Okay, let's go." Jiang Ru pushed Tricia and Mrs. Termany forward, and whispered, "She just lost her father, so she must calm herself down. Since she doesn't want to live in the house, then Just follow her."

Mrs. Termany looked back at her, and Cinderella looked at the cloth bag in her hand in a trance, with her lips tightly pressed.

At first glance, it really looks a little sad.

In this way, according to Jiang Ru's suggestion, he went back to the house and went to sleep.

……

In a blink of an eye, two months have passed.

Cinderella gave up all her clothes and jewelry intentionally or unintentionally, she was dressed in dust, she slept on the ashes beside the stove every day, and her whole body dimmed.

During the period, Mrs. Termany persuaded her many times, but she didn't listen. She just declined with a smile and continued to do what the maid did.

She purposely got a bunch of gaudy and tacky clothes, and gave them to Jiang Ru and Trixilia, and said they looked good.

Although they accepted, but did not see them through, Cinderella expressed frustration.

At this moment, she was wiping the table with a rag when she suddenly felt sick and rushed straight to the toilet.

I retched for a long time, but nothing came out.

This is the third time.

Cinderella's eyes flickered slightly.

Is it possible...

She is pregnant?

Suddenly recalling that morning two months ago, Cinderella's body trembled.

While Mrs. Temani and the others were out, she secretly called a not-so-famous Chinese medicine doctor.

Cinderella watched as he covered her wrist with a thin cloth, and put his hand on it lightly, the warmth came through the thin cloth, the fingertips moved slightly, and moved away after a while.

"How? Is there something wrong with my body?"

The Chinese medicine practitioner cupped her hands, "Congratulations, you are two months pregnant, and I will give you a prescription for raising your baby."

Cinderella was stunned at first, then stroked her lower abdomen, with indissoluble tenderness on her face, "I'm really pregnant?"

Expressions, voices, and gestures are all seamless.

"Yes. Although I'm not good at learning, I can't make a mistake if I'm pregnant or not." The Chinese medicine doctor looked proud.

The hand on the lower abdomen slowly tightened, clutching the clothes, his face remained unchanged, the corners of his lips curled up, "I'm going to wash an apple, you write first."

"I don't know if your husband knows about this? This is a happy event!" The Chinese medicine doctor said with a smile.

Cinderella paused while washing the apple, and then chuckled, "I was just guessing, so I didn't tell him, but now that I have proof, I can tell him with confidence."

The Chinese medicine doctor smiled and said nothing.

Cinderella put the washed apples on the plate, took out the fruit knife from the shelf with a blank expression, and rinsed it under the tap.

He already knew her secret, he couldn't live!

He can't live!

Her expression was calm, but there was an indelible danger and paranoia in her eyes.

No one can stop her from becoming a princess!

After a while, Cinderella came over with a plate with a smile on her face.

Put the apples and the fruit knife on the plate, and the fruit knife with water droplets gleamed with a cold light.

The Chinese medicine doctor didn't notice it, and wrote with his head down.

She picked up the fruit knife and peeled the apples one by one. The bright red apple peels fell on the white plate one by one, and the corners of Cinderella's lips curled up slightly.

The Chinese doctor put down the pen in his hand, let out a breath slowly, "It's finished, that's all, I also wrote how to drink and fry, you..."

When she was interrupted in the middle of her speech, Cinderella pulled out the fruit knife inserted into the Chinese medicine practitioner's heart, and blood gushed out. Her whole body was covered in bewitching blood red, and the blood dripped on the ground along the fruit knife.

There was no wave in her heart, and a smile slowly floated on her face.

Well, that would be great.

　I may be a pervert...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)