Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 441 Fighting With You
The well-behaved children made her feel indescribable.

The boys in front of me are all at the most naughty age, but they are submissive one by one. When I think of the group of arrogant and defiant teenagers I met in Wucheng some time ago, I have formed a sharp contrast--

What kind of painful experience can grind their temperament to this point?

Although she had heard them narrate the past just now, she knew that listening and experiencing it personally were two completely different concepts. Those who hadn't experienced it would never be able to truly understand each other's feelings.

……

Murong Fengyuan led the horse and followed Gouzi, while Jun Chuyue sat on the horse with Liu Maomao in his arms. She rested her chin on the little one's head, maybe feeling her heavy emotions, the little one's voice sounded: "Sister, are you unhappy?"

Murong Fengyuan paused for a moment, and a trace of worry flashed across his phoenix eyes.

But that's about it.

After all, he didn’t look back. The momentary pause seemed to be just a human illusion. When he came back to his senses, the man had already led the horse and continued to move forward at the original rhythm. He knew that it was not the one who could comfort his wife now. he.

Jun Chuyue gave a "hmm", raised her face slightly, and met the little girl's gaze with drooping eyes. She saw a touch of concern in it, so she smiled: "No, I'm just thinking about something, how far is it?" arrive?"

"and also--"

Liu Maomao was thinking. The young man who was leading the way at the front heard their conversation, and turned around and said, "Hurry up, turn over the ditch in front, and walk a little further and you will be there."

Seeing that it has been almost an hour, Jun Chuyue couldn't help asking: "Do you have to walk so much every day?"

She felt Liu Maomao's pulse. She was obviously weak and undernourished. In theory, if she moved a little too much, she might faint. The other children probably didn't fare much better. She actually had to walk so many mountain roads every day?

"It's not like walking so much every day, but most of the time." Gouzi was a little embarrassed, "...we all robbed in the tea shed."

"With your appearance like this, can you really be robbed?" Jun Chuyue held a skeptical attitude.

When this group of children barged in with their faces covered, they really had a bit of momentum, and they could indeed bluff people at first glance, but the problem was that with their bodies, any adult could easily knock them all down.

Gouzi shook his head: "Sister, not everyone passing by is like you, many businessmen, they are not short of money, so when encountering this kind of thing, they will choose to save their lives first, as long as they can scare them in the first place. Now, we don't ask for more money, we can get a little bit, and run away when we get it, and they can't react. If there are guards or there are many people, we will not foolishly go head-to-head. "

Jun Chuyue suddenly understood something, and chuckled lightly: "So, you saw that we were few, only two of us, so—"

"Well, because my sister is from a girl's family, the uncle doesn't look so vicious at first, like a frail scholar." Gouzi scratched the back of his head, probably feeling that his description was biased, so he couldn't help sticking out his tongue.

Jun Chuyue: "..."

Are you a scholar?
She glanced at Murong Fengyuan's profile.

Not to mention, in terms of face alone, it really has such a taste.

However, his imposing manner when facing outsiders was too strong, which buried the softness of his original appearance, so that people could not consciously ignore his clear and handsome face.

……

After walking for another quarter of an hour, the group finally arrived at the place Gouzi said.

It was a hut hidden by trees.

When the boys and teenagers went out, the girls hid in this hut, but compared to the usual quietness when the boys came back, the feeling in the hut today was completely different——

"Here, it's here." Gouzi said, at this moment, a series of crying burst out from the hut.

The faces of the children suddenly changed.

"It's Sister Chanchan."

Liu Maomao opened his mouth, perhaps because he was worried about the girl in the room. The little one showed an expression that was so anxious that he was about to cry. He said it too late and then quickly, and he didn't care about what he and Jun Chuyue had to say, the dog had already strode away past.

"Chan Chan!"

The boy shouted and kicked open the door of the hut.

The scene imprinted in his eyes made his eyes widen in an instant, and his blood was hard to calm down——

I saw a naked middle-aged man with a wretched face holding a girl in his arms, salivating and licking her cheek, and his hand was pinching the girl's neck fiercely at this moment. The poor girl had already rolled her eyes from being pinched, and she didn't show any intention of stopping, but this feeling of helplessness like a withered flower aroused his desire to commit violence even more.

"Where did you come from, you disturb my interest?" The wretched man looked dissatisfied at the young man who rushed in, "Didn't Liu Fugui say that no one would come until dinner..."

Before the words fell, the young man was about to pounce on him with a growl as if he had just woken up from a dream: "You bastard, let go of Chanchan, I'll fight with you!"

A big hand grabbed his back collar in time at this moment, stopping his movement.

The boy twisted and struggled desperately: "Let go of me, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him!"

"To shut up!"

Murong Fengyuan drank coldly, and then threw the young man out like a chicken. The dog fell to the ground but was not injured. He rolled over and got up, and rushed towards this side again, but only had time to look at him. When Jun Chuyue was closing the door inside, she said to him indifferently a moment before the door was closed tightly: "You wait outside, keep an eye on our horses, and leave it to us to deal with inside."

Following the words, she closed the door and locked it, and as soon as she turned around, Murong Fengyuan's big palm covered her eyes, and at the same time a gloomy voice sounded: "Ma'am, you also go out."

Jun Chuyue: "..."

She knew what the man was angry about, and she didn't dare to say that she had read it thoroughly the moment she followed in. She was afraid that if she said that the man would completely overturn the vinegar jar and fall into a rage, she coughed lightly and grabbed it with her small hands. The man's big palm pulled down: "I just don't look at it."

While tearing off a corner of the clothes, he slowly closed his eyes: "Is it okay now?"

Murong Fengyuan: "..."

He didn't say anything, just looked at the wretched man with cold eyes——

Stained his wife's eyes, this person, damn it!
The wretched man didn't know who was standing in front of him, he glanced at Jun Chuyue frivolously, and said indifferently: "Who are you? Are you wanting to kill me by delaying my good business?"

(End of this chapter)