Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come and Hug

Chapter 722 Be good, my wife loves you (33)

No matter how he looked at it, Yuan Shilang found it unpleasant. Yuan Fei saw her unhappy expression and changed her position, still as comfortable as before.

Yuan Shilang frowned and said, "You also behaved like this in the General's Mansion?"

Yuan Fei knew that she was going to find trouble, so he continued: "No."

After he finished speaking, Yuan Shilang felt better.

If he did the same in the General's Mansion, he would lose all her face.

As a result, the corners of Yuan Fei's mouth turned up, her speech slowed down, and she said with a strong accent: "I am much more presumptuous in the General's Mansion than here."

Yuan Shilang: "."

She almost got angry directly, but she held back when she thought of what she was going to say next.

She didn't know why Yuan Lian was so sensible and Yuan Fei was so rebellious when they were both sons.

If she knew this was the case, when Yuan Fei was born, she should have drowned him in the water, so she wouldn't have to worry so much.

Yuan Shilang felt bad, and his tone of voice was not very good: "Now the general is favored by the empress, and some courtiers will inevitably send their sons to the general's mansion in the future. If you don't change your temper, when the general gets tired of you, you will have to wait until the general gets tired of you." It's good."

Yuan Fei understands the truth, but hearing Yuan Shilang say it, it just feels harsh.

He knows that it is normal for a woman to have three husbands and four servants. If he can't accept it, he can leave.

But he doesn't want to leave now.

I don't want her to accept anyone else.

There was a mocking smile on Yuan Fei's lips: "I believe the general will not be like you."

"You!" Mr. Yuan stood up abruptly and saw him looking straight at him. He didn't feel scared at all. Instead, he sat there with a sense of nobility. He was sitting there like a relative of the emperor, with a playful look on his face. laugh.

After going around in a big circle, Yuan Shilang didn't intend to go around anymore, and directly said what was in his heart.

"You can't be the only one around the general."

Yuan Fei's eyes narrowed, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, her eyes were full of scrutiny.

Afterwards, he caught a hint of guilt from Yuan Shilang's face.

His eyes suddenly became cold, like ice picks.

As if he had thought of something, Yuan Fei stood up angrily and was about to walk out.

Yuan Shilang hurriedly asked someone to stop him.

Yuan Fei knew martial arts in his previous life. Although his body is soft now, he still remembers the basic moves.

Those waiters were all men, and they were knocked down by him in just a few seconds.

Yuan Fei turned around, looked at Yuan Shilang sharply, and then said viciously: "It's better that nothing happens, otherwise I, Yuan Fei, will never end with you."

After speaking, he walked away.

The red hem is like fire.

He didn't even go to his own yard, he went directly to Yuan Lian's yard.

When I arrived, I heard screams inside the house.

He walked forward and kicked the door open.

There was a faint smell of blood in the room, and a waiter was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over like fallen leaves in autumn.

And Yuan Lian was holding a piece of broken porcelain in his hand, making a gesture to scratch his face.

There was already blood on the tile, and the waiter's face was scratched several times.

Yuan Lian, who had always been considered gentle and pleasant by outsiders, now looked like an evil ghost in hell, with a ferocious face and a high collar, but the scar on his neck was still exposed.

Seeing Yuan Fei looking at him, Yuan Lian loosened his grip and dropped the broken porcelain piece.

Then, he stretched out his hand and covered his neck with a look of horror.

(End of this chapter)