Is the Prime Minister going to court today?

Chapter 8 Prime Minister, Your Husband Is Online (1)
Glancing at the man standing in front of him, Zhao Xian suddenly felt a pain in his head, why suddenly a husband appeared!
She hasn't talked about New Year's love yet, and now she has a husband, so tired!
Seeing that she was silent and silent, the man in Tsing Yi opposite her said with a dark face, "What kind of eyes do you have? If you dislike me, you should have said it earlier. Why did you go? If you really don't like me. Why did you marry me? If you divorce, I will , the big deal is that I won’t marry in this life. It’s not that I can’t live without a woman. But since you married me and entered the house, you have never looked at me, and you have ignored me for a month. Now when I meet you I am ashamed to ask who I am. I just look so hard to remember. You ask who I am, and I still want to know who I am, whether I am your husband, or I was picked up on the street. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to see me, I don't need it, but you guys are too bullying. It's fine if you don't deliver three meals a day. My servant went to the kitchen to get food, and he said that after lunch, he would wait until tomorrow. And now my servant has been sick for two days , No one cares about asking a doctor. I want to go out, and I said that I can’t go out without the prime minister’s permission. Your prime minister’s house has too many rules, and I’m not even as good as a servant. I really don’t know what my mother thinks , Why did you let me marry someone like you, you are a great official, the prime minister can bully people like this." The man in Tsing Yi said with gritted teeth, but his eyes were obviously red when he said it.

As a man, whoever doesn't want to be able to marry is good, and the person who marries will love him in the future.

And he married the cold-blooded and ruthless person in the legend, even if he didn't care about him, think about what hope there is in life!
……

Zhao Xian rubbed his chin unconsciously, listening to a man ramble on and on.

It's like a woman in the 21st century confronting her heartless husband, not to mention it's so interesting.

No, it should be ashamed!
It is said that one woman is equal to two hundred ducks, but now in this world of empresses, she feels that this has been reversed.

Because she has become a scumbag now, she said that she was really wronged.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the man in front of her, "You're done!"

The light and fluttering words instantly cooled down on the scene.

Only at this time did the man in Tsing Yi come back to his senses, his face turned a little pale, but he still stared at her stubbornly, and then said, "I'm just scolding you, if you want to kill or cut, don't hurt my family and me Servant Laner."

The man's voice was resounding, and Zhao Xian was taken aback for a while by the death-defying expression.

Looking at this man, Zhao Xian couldn't laugh or cry, "Did I say you misunderstood something? When did I say I would kill you?"

"Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. You must be thinking about how to deal with me. Maybe you're thinking about how to chop me up and throw me into the river as a fish." The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help taking a step back as he spoke.

Who doesn't know that this person is a treacherous minister who is ruthless and murderous without blinking an eye.

Zhao Xian was stunned and suddenly raised her hand to rub her forehead, feeling dumbfounded, she looked at the man in front of her, "I married you, right?"

"Naturally, Ming Media is marrying someone who has worshiped heaven and earth." The man in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth as he said this, his eyes were looking at a heartless man, not a heartless scumbag.

Zhao Xian was wronged.

"That's it. Since I married you back, why should I kill you? I'm too full to do anything? Kill my own man? I've been busy these days, and I didn't take care of you. People are so unruly, but they ignored you, and I am here to say sorry to you."

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