Wife wants to remarry: The poisonous young man's enchanting strategy

Breathtaking eyes searched for the familiar figure in the hall of European architecture, but unexpectedly, there was no trace.

A trace of darkness slipped through his eyes and sipped his love. The outline of his side face seemed unhappy.

"Master, you are back."

Seeing the night mark standing in the hall, the maid immediately came to respectfully greet him.

Night scar didn't answer as usual. His indifferent eyes scanned the whole hall. He didn't find the person he wanted to see. He strode upstairs.

The door of the bedroom on the second floor was open, as if someone had forgotten to close the door.

The huge double □□, with a touch of lotus root color, sat quietly facing the bright French window. The soft wind came in from the outside, blowing the light gauze curtain in front of the window, with a faint fragrance of flowers.

The sun passes through the transparent gauze curtain and shines on the face sitting beside the bed. Looking from the side, the soft face is covered with a layer of moving gold by the light sun. Under the long curled eyelashes, it is incited up and down with the blink of the eyes. The small nose is slightly tilted, and the small mouth seems to be ready to say pleasant words at any time.

Rao is the night mark. When he touches such a picture, he can't help stopping and can't bear to break the beauty and silence in front of him.

Suddenly, a very ugly word came out of the pink little mouth.

"Stab you..."

"Let you bully me, night mark, you thief."

"Stab you... Night mark..."

In an instant, a cold and arrogant side face appeared in the dark eyes, and walked towards the people in front of the bed with the anger that was about to burst out.

Mingyue leaned against the edge of the bed, holding a doll in her left hand and a small branch she had just broken in the garden in her right hand. She said curses angrily and poked the branch on the doll.

I couldn't vent my resentment. When I was bored, I happened to find a puppet in the room

So the moon moved her mind.

Under her gentle appearance, she had a stubborn and clever heart.

"You have the ability to resist and kill you," she said to the puppet doll.

"Who do you want to die?"

A cold and gloomy voice suddenly came from behind like a ghost.

When Mingyue heard this sound, she was surprised. She turned around fiercely and saw the gloomy and black handsome face, staring at him with a layer of frost at the bottom of her eyes.

Mingyue hurriedly stood up, hid her doll behind her, hid in front of the window, and leaned against the wide glass of the French window.

"I... I didn't, you... When did you come back?"

Still lying?

The night mark moves forward and becomes darker in the sparkling eyes.

The moon held the doll tightly behind her and looked at the people close to her. Her chest began to fluctuate violently.

A pair of flapping big eyes because of tension, the long feather eyelashes kept stirring up and down, the light pink lips closed tightly, and looked at the evil and cunning man in front of him step by step.

Shuer, the pretty face burst into a big smile with guilty heart,

"I really didn't. You must have heard wrong!

"Well... I suddenly remembered that I had something to do."

He was about to escape, but someone blocked the only space he could leave in time.

"What's in your hand?"

The voice fell, and the man had almost pasted it on the bright moon, and the warm breath rushed on his face with a dizzy breath.

The moon leaned rigidly against the French window behind her, and was trapped by the people in front of her without any room to escape.