Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Qinghuan's warning made Jung suddenly wake up.

Why did he take the initiative to cook for her in her kitchen without authorization, why did he think she could know his intention to cook breakfast, and why did he think she would forgive him, indulge him and accept everything he did.

Don't say that he is just a useless man who can't act by himself. Even if he stands in front of her as a colonel in military uniform and boots, he is not qualified to ask her so.

Sure enough, people's bad nature will not change. To deceive oneself and others, to bully the soft and fear the hard, and to advance by an inch is to pinch her kindness and won't do anything to him.

For a moment, Jung panicked at his introspection. It turned out that he was such a person. In vain, he said to Qinghuan word by word: the children will be grateful to her.

In fact, he is the white eyed wolf in Qinghuan's mouth.

Qinghuan left the yard to work. Jung slowly moved to his chair and sat down. Looking at the courtyard wall smashed by his plane, he felt flustered and short of breath.

He owed her more and more.

In fact, Qinghuan is not very angry with Jung for cooking her rice for half a month. She seldom cooks. She prepares rice only for emergencies. Even if Jung doesn't cook today, sooner or later she will take it out for him to eat. She lost her temper and just obeyed her physical instinct to refuse such excessive closeness and flattery.

She doesn't need or want such intimacy. She didn't want to get anything from him, and she didn't need him to show her anything else. She would be grateful if Jung could leave smoothly without causing trouble to her life.

She likes her life now and doesn't want any more variables. And men, especially men like Jung, make her particularly uneasy.

She is not a strong willed person, nor can she be cruel to herself. The best way is to refuse all possible close opportunities and calmly send him away.

Since leaving Tianjin, Qinghuan has never deliberately cleaned up her appearance. Clothes and shoes are the most common. Hairpins and jewelry are picked cleanly. Although they are not deliberately vilified, as long as she doesn't jump around and show her head, she is also very safe to hide in the crowd.

She insisted on such a low-key lifestyle for three months, and there was no mistake on the way, so she naturally felt that her state and surrounding environment were safe. She never thought that someone would wait at the intersection of her home and drag her into the dark alley.

As soon as he pulled in, Qinghuan was pressed on the wall by a strong man. "Sao Niang, twist in the street every day. I've seen you for a long time."

Qinghuan wanted to shout, but he covered his mouth from behind. "Don't move! Be honest, I can make you refreshing. Call again, don't force me to beat a woman!"

As soon as the voice fell, the man behind him stretched out his hand and ruthlessly touched Qinghuan's thigh. "I'm sure I'm right. I said you're a woman with thin skin and tender meat. You must feel comfortable. Ha, I didn't expect it to be so slippery."

Qinghuan tried his best to kick him three ways, but he blocked him and got stuck in the air.

"Don't fucking move!" he patted Qinghuan on the thigh. "Believe it or not, I'll do you now!"

This palm did not leave any force, but in addition to the burning pain on her thigh, Qinghuan also felt the familiar shame and fear.

Sun dashai abused her like this. His fingers, teeth and every muscle were his tools for abuse.