General is ferocious: arrogant lady, don't escape

"How can I know? I haven't heard of it!" Xiaobai's hard and cold response made her finally wake up and saw his angry face.

She was stunned, blinked and asked him, "er... What's your temper? You won't be jealous again. "

He shook his face in anger and was unwilling to face her: "why am I jealous? He's so nice. Can you not like him? "

She quickly reached out to lift his chin and coaxed him with soft words: "I said it was once. Even if he is so good, I am not still fascinated by you now?" At this point, his stiff neck relaxed his strength and was twisted back by her to face himself“ Although most of the time you are clumsy, rigid in speech and not humorous, stubborn in doing things, jealous and sticky, and Zhao can't get along with yourself... "

Seeing that he narrowed his eyes and had to play with his temper, she quickly added: "but you stupid and cute beautiful man is very popular in our hometown. Many people want to push it down."

He heard it in the clouds and felt that it was literally not as good as her words praising Jiang Haoran“ Are you kidding me? Why did I hear a stupid word? It must be bad. When you talk about him, how can you boast about whether there is heaven or earth... Am I so much worse than him? "

She was stunned when he questioned her, and finally responded without hesitation: "this... Everyone has his own characteristics. You are two different people at all. For example, he is like husky, and you are like Samoye. How can two different dogs be compared together? "

"Dog?" He raised his voice and almost fainted with anger.

"Well, in short, you don't have to care about him, because he is my memory and can't threaten you." Seeing that he had an endless trend, Gong Yueyue planned to end the memoir of his ex boyfriend quickly.

"You mustn't recall him. Today is the last time. From now on, I want you to have only me in your heart. " Why does his little white face think of her every day from morning to night, but she still has time to recall other men? Is there any reason?

She was amused by his unreasonable request: "then you're really forcing people to remember this kind of thing. How can you say that if you don't, you'll be gone. If you can't, you'll stun me, but if I don't forget you, then we'll become the least familiar strangers." Speaking of this, she playfully put out her little claws to hold his chin, and gently touched his lips with her thumb: "what's your name, handsome boy? Have a girlfriend? Can you touch your sister's leg and kiss her mouth? Ouch, big eyes with white skin, ouch, sexy little lips... "

He didn't want to respond to her flirtation. He grabbed her wrist and warned her, "no matter how difficult it is, you mustn't think about him anymore. In short, I'm very uncomfortable."

The banter on Gong Yueyue's face instantly faded, changed his face into impatience, and broke his little claw out of his big hand: "I say you love to have a hard time with yourself. If you are cheap, you have to ask me. When you know it, you make a cross with me. Have you fed your EQ to the horse? In this respect, you are like a woman. "

I just hope she can concentrate as much as herself and be accused of being so ugly. Xiao Bailian's face, which was as warm as jade, was red with anger. He stiffened, hooked his neck and stared at her: "are you disgusting me again? I don't think I'm as good as him again, do I? "

Seeing his attitude of escalating the war, she was also angry. Leaving aside the quilt, she straightened her waist and held a face-to-face stalemate with him: "what do I mean?"

"That's what you mean in every word. When you talk about him, your eyes are full of admiration, and when you talk about me... They are all disgusted! I'm not blind! " He had completely forgotten who started to ask Jiang Haoran, and was completely trapped in hopeless jealousy.

Gong Yueyue widened his eyes and looked incredible: "I'm talking about you. Why are you pulling on other people's heads? Did Jiang Haoran provoke you? Why do you always have trouble with others? Besides, other people's EQ is higher than you... "At least she never eats these mindless flying vinegar like him, but she didn't dare to say that.

Even though she felt that she had been merciful, the ancient man still couldn't bear her repeated maintenance of Jiang Haoran“ You just protect him and say you don't like him? " Today, he met Jiang Haoran and was still defeated. It was the night of her wedding, someone she never forgot. That was the person who implicated her in another time and space. If he loved this woman as much as himself, would he really be trying to pull her back? At that time, will she stay by her side?

"You dead Samoye..." she was trembling with anger and pushed him hard, but he didn't move“ Okay, yeah, you're right. I adore him and despise you. Are you satisfied? Just keep doing it yourself. Don't hinder me from sleeping and raising my baby. Get up, my big ass is pressing on my quilt! " She angrily pulled out the quilt corner pressed by him, got into the quilt and wrapped herself into a cicada cocoon. The little white face will die if she doesn't die, but her temper is not easy to provoke.

Zhao Changyuan sat panting at the head of the bed. She admitted it again! Every quarrel is like this. The angry words he uttered under his dizziness are always the only one who died of anger“ You did this to me? Do this to your child's father! " Then he came forward and pulled her quilt horn.

As she rolled around, she muttered to herself, "I can't hear, I can't hear, I can't hear anything. I'm Deaf... Deaf... Deaf... "

He was so angry that he tied the twisted "cicada cocoon" under his body with both hands and feet: "don't pretend to be deaf, get up. You don't want him, do you? " She suddenly calmed down under him, no longer struggled, and there was no response. The two men confronted each other in silence for a long time. He pulled down the quilt horn on her head and breathed on her face: "answer me."

She looked at his face full of anger and fear, and said, "you're wrong, I can't bear you. Want to know what dream I just had? "

"You said you didn't remember."

"I remember, I just don't want to say, don't want to face. I dreamed that my body in my hometown was still there, and that Jiang Haoran was going to cross the ocean to find a medical expert to treat me. Do you know why I cry so sad in my sleep? Because I'm so afraid that if they really wake me up, I'll never see you again. " She said from calm to choking. The dream echoed in her ears with Jiang Haoran's faint song.

Zhao Changyuan's anger disappeared. He looked at her with shame and hugged her tightly: "no, it's just a dream. We won't be separated. I'm not making trouble anymore. It's all my fault... "

"I think I really hate... There are my parents, my friends and a person who loves me so much, but I am so selfish... I am so sad and guilty just thinking about myself..." she cried for a long time when she told others about her inner entanglement and guilt for the first time. Her love and missing for her parents can be eliminated at any time. But for Jiang Haoran, the guilt can only be suppressed in the bottom of my heart and never dare to touch it. But the longer and deeper the depression, the more difficult it is to control the emotions.

She knew it wasn't her fault to travel to ancient times. She knew it was an expedient policy to marry Zhao Changyuan. She also knew that it was hard not to be moved in the face of the strong temptation of Zhao Changyuan. But she just couldn't ignore a cruel fact - no matter how good the reason, she did betray Jiang Haoran.

She was even glad that she didn't find a way back and didn't have to face a dilemma. Otherwise, can her heart really allow her to make a selfish and cruel decision, abandon her parents and the lover who has been in love with her for seven years?

Holding his sobbing wife in his arms and listening to her hard to say guilt, Zhao Changyuan's heart was extremely cold. His love with her turned into a double-edged sword, which inevitably hurt her. He was reluctant to let her feel sad, but if her "guilt" had to be treated with his "let go", it would be impossible in his life. Don't say she can't go back now. Even if one day... He will never let it go.

"I hate it. I'm selfish. I can't leave you. I can't blame you for pestering you. If you feel uncomfortable, take it out on me and let me bear it alone. Stop blaming yourself and feeling guilty... I'm afraid. " The anger of the quarrel just now disappeared, and he was pleading now.

She struggled and beat him hysterically: "it's your fault! It's all your fault! "

"Yes!" He readily accepted her helpless vent.

"If you weren't so good, I wouldn't be so tangled, so I blame you all." With hate, she opened her mouth and bit him on the shoulder.

"It turns out that biting is really such a relief! No wonder this Samoye always bites me. " She thought contentedly, but unconsciously tasted the bloody smell, and quickly stopped her strength“ You fool, why don't you know to say a word? It's bleeding! " She was so distressed that her eyebrows and nose were pasted together, but he still smiled foolishly.

The messenger swallowed his saliva and smoothed his breath before he opened his mouth and reported: "it's a big deal, general! Waqiao pass, mozhou and Yingzhou have been broken one after another. Youzhou city is surrounded. General Cao and General Yang are in danger! "

Gong Yueyue, Xiao Jun and the messenger look at Zhao Changyuan. Because the young general didn't say a word for such an urgent military newspaper.

"Are you dull? Or dull? Or dull? " Gong Yue thought silently in her heart.

"General..." the messenger thought the general didn't hear clearly and wanted to repeat it again.

The general then stretched out a hand and motioned him to stop: "I hear you clearly. Does the emperor have any will? "

"The emperor ordered the general to enter the palace quickly to discuss the matter."

The little general said quietly, "I'll come right away. Go out first."

"Yes!"

Xiao Jun and the messenger retreated together. Zhao Changyuan turned his head and looked at his wife. The cold moonlight on the winter night and the dim light of the corridor lamp made her face more elegant and mysterious.