Her Heartless Evil Man

I looked at toldan and said word by word, "I promise you I will be buried for her, but it will take a year later, otherwise I will ask my father to ask you for my life."

My child, she will be born a year later. I really want to hear him gently call me mother. By that time, maybe everything has changed.

Another mouthful of wine poured into his mouth. They all said that they would tell the truth after drinking. It seems that his heart of letting me die is true. I stopped and continued: "turdan, I have nothing to do with you in this life. Please leave. If his character really dies, I will be buried for her."

He looked up and laughed, looked at me and Timur, "women are shameless. I haven't come for a few days, but you hooked up with my brother..."

Shameless.

Hook up.

How can I sound so harsh and innocent? I've never hooked up with Timur, and even if I did, I've lost the love between husband and wife. I can choose my own life.

And he, he can't insult me like this. He's sorry for me first, and I've never been sorry for him.

His words swayed in my mind again and again. They were shameless, collusive and filled my room like a loud noise. I covered my ears and I didn't want to hear them, but they still went into my ears.

I was angry and heartbroken.

This man is crazy. He doesn't deserve to be my husband.

Do you want to? I raised my hand and waved it with a hard slap.

I heard a crisp sound, and then bursts of numbness from my fingertips. This palm also hurt my own hand.

This is the first time I hit someone, but the object is the most powerful and romantic baruchi Khan turdan on the grassland. I looked at him blankly and felt afraid. I was praying to him not to fight back. My child, I don't want to hurt the child.

Just when I thought he would give me back my color, he looked at me and smiled with a bright smile, "Qiqige, are you awake? Are you awake?" suddenly, he grabbed my hand and took me into his arms. Once again, I didn't escape his imprisonment.

I was her double again.

"Turdan, let go of yunqi'er." Timur shouted beside me, but I was helpless. The man in front of me was like a beast at the moment.

"She... She's my Qiqige. You, get out of here. Don't touch my Qiqige." turdan waved Timur's arm and shouted behind him, "come on, get him out of here."

I looked at the door. Sure enough, there were two bodyguards there. This time, he actually brought bodyguards. Did he let them see a good play? Watching how he bullied me.

The two bodyguards came silently to catch Timur, but Timur disdained and glanced at the corners of his mouth, "just you two?" he smiled and waved a fist to them.

I closed my eyes and didn't want this fight to enter my eyes again. I didn't want my child to see these struggles before he was born.

"Timur, please don't..." I'm at a loss. I don't want to turn my two brothers into enemies because of me. If so, then I will be a sinner forever.

Timur ignored it and still attacked the two guards. I was anxious, "Timur, please don't..."

My voice rang clearly in my Luoxuan Pavilion. It seemed to shake the snowflakes on the window lattice. The snow became more and more urgent and bigger.

The unfinished meals on the table seemed to be watching me and him. Turdan's arrival was too untimely.

"Timur, please leave. I'll handle my own business." I said coldly. I just want him to leave. If one of them is hurt because of me tonight, there will be rumors flying all over the grassland of Baluchi tomorrow.

"But he will hurt you."

"Dan, will you sit down?" I ignored Timur. I coaxed turdan softly. He was drunk, so I'll treat him in the way of dealing with the drunk.

Turdan was really drunk. He obediently followed me and staggered to the chair. I looked at Timur and whispered, "you see, I'm fine. Go, I'll protect myself."

I went to Timur's body and pushed him to the door. "Don't worry, he and I will end up."

"But you are really dangerous."

I looked back at the drunken turdan, who didn't even know who he was at the moment. I'm not afraid of such a drunken man, "when I wake up tomorrow morning, maybe I'll tell you a message, that is, the princess of turdan is no longer my yunqi son."

Timur took my hand and said, "yunqi'er, don't joke about your own life." he blinked. I knew that he was warning me that there was still a fresh life in my belly.

"Let's go. I'll be fine." I pushed him out of the door. Then he turned his head and looked at the two bodyguards standing upright in my room, "you should go out, too."

Two people looked at me and turdan. One of them reluctantly shouted, "big sweat..."

But turdan ignored him and looked up with another mouthful of wine.

"Princess, sweating, he's drunk." the two seemed to be worried about turdan.

I smiled, "I'm still your princess, aren't I?" I remember that my title was not removed by turdan, so at this time, nominally, I'm still his princess. I'm the princess he married openly, which is beyond doubt.

"Yes. Then ask the princess to take care of big Khan."

I looked at Han's head and smiled, "I will."

A door, gently closed, was covered with snowflakes, which was the worry of Timur and the guards. And inside the door, it is the world between me and turdan.

My own story, I want to write it myself.

On a cold day, the snow is still flying, so quiet.

Staring at the snowflakes and the distant figures, at the moment, I have to face turdan alone.

I turned around, walked to turdan, reached out my hand to hold his wine bottle and whispered, "the wine is gone. Yunqi'er will pour you some more."

"Yun Qi'er..." he suddenly exclaimed, "is it Yun Qi'er?"

I looked at him silently. I couldn't tell the taste in my heart. This man made me love and hate. Sorrow is no greater than heart death. Since I woke up, my tears have never flowed. I live strong for my child, and I won't ask for his mercy again.

As soon as he grabbed my sleeve with his hand, I sat on his leg gently, and his strength was not reduced by half because of drunkenness. Smelling the smell of wine all over his body, his stomach turned upside down again. It was very uncomfortable.

His fingers caressed my face and paused on the shallow scar on his forehead. His red eyes stared at it and murmured, "where's the plum blossom? How did it fly?" his heart was mourning. The scar was my eternal pain.

I held his hand and wanted to move it away, but he connected my hand and let his fingers move down. From eyebrows to lips, he stopped on my lips and touched it. I earned it. He held my hand and touched his lips. "Is this plum blossom?"

I smiled. He was drunk and took my lips as plum blossoms. "Sweat, you're drunk." I whispered softly.

"GERGE, I'm not drunk. You're awake. You're awake, aren't you?" he shouted suddenly.

He took me as his character again, but I'm not. I'm yunqi'er. I don't want to be his substitute again.

"I'm not Greg."

"No, you are Ge Ge, you are my Ge, my Ge finally woke up." he held me tightly, as if afraid of me disappearing.

Yes, I really want to be like that snowflake. As soon as I enter the house, I will turn into a Wang of clear water and go away faintly.

He belched a bottle of wine and sprayed it on my face. I felt so sick. I couldn't help feeling sick any more. I was anxious to turn my head around, otherwise I would vomit all over him, but his hands were not relaxed. They tightly clamped my head and made me unable to move. My face was so hot. I looked at him and shouted, "loosen me."

But he refused, still holding me, "Ge Ge, you wake up, I will never let you leave me again."

The tears in my heart are rolling. Can't you let me go when I feel so uncomfortable? Always call the woman's name to annoy me. Although I don't hate her, I'm also a mortal. I'll still be jealous.

My stomach was even worse. I couldn't help it any more. I vomited out with a "wow", gasped again, and finally felt more comfortable.

But when I looked up again, I saw his face covered with dirt. I was surprised. He must be angry. At the moment, he was staring at me.

I felt the strength of his hand slowly weakening. I quickly broke free from his imprisonment when he was not careful.

He's dirty. It's my masterpiece.

I rushed to the door and shouted outside, "come on, get ready to take a bath."

A maid had already come and looked at me eagerly. She hurriedly promised and went to prepare.

I went back to the house, took an embroidered handkerchief and gently wiped the dirt on his face. He was really drunk. He didn't respond. It made me a little uncomfortable.

Gently took off his coat for him, so it was cleaner. The door opened, the maids carried the barrel in, and a cold wind blew in. It made my heart suddenly cold. Did I really love him again?

No, No. Tell yourself low that you can't forget the business.

When the water was full, the steam in the room was warm, but I regretted it. His coat had been taken off and there was no dirty place except his face. I didn't want to bathe him. I pulled him up, "sweat, wash your face." just wash your face.