Fast Transmigration, I am the Chosen One

Chapter 222 The Daughter of the Blood Countess (22)

101 was about to refuse, but Chen Dongqing said, "Say it."

101 frowned, expressing disapproval.

Killing people needs to be clean and tidy, so what are you doing with a dying person like this?
It also wants to go back to the system to sleep!
The Countess also showed a hint of surprise at her willingness to listen to her.Immediately, she straightened her messy hair, and said with a smile: "I know that I have committed a serious crime, but I don't understand why the guilty people always don't get the punishment they deserve?"

This sounds a little funny.

In terms of the seriousness of the crime, I am afraid that no one will have more blood on the hands of this baroness.She accused other people of guilt, which sounded a little funny.

"I know, you don't think I'm qualified to say that." The countess knelt on the ground, her knees stained with mud.He smiled and said, "A few years ago, I would never have believed that I would become the person I am now, the ghost and the ghost."

The story begins when the Countess has not yet married Nada Sidi.

Bartoli was a child who grew up in a honeypot since he was a child.She was born aristocrat, never troubled by anything.What she wants is always easy to get.

Among them, the heart of a man is included.

Like most women, Bartoli likes the adoring eyes of men looking at her, and she always spares no effort to spend time on her face, dressing herself as a butterfly.

It wasn't until later that she realized that she had played too hard.

After a drinking party, she woke up groggy, but found that she was not at home.She was in a strange room with a strange person next to her.

Not unfamiliar either.

She recognized this man.His name is Nada Sidi, and his family is also very good. Sooner or later, he will inherit the title of the family, but he is on par with her.

But why is she here?
Bartoli put on his clothes, did not rush out, and sat by the bed, carefully recalling what happened yesterday.

She didn't drink much.

In fact, no matter which drinking party she attends, she will never let herself get drunk.

It is very rude for a lady to get drunk in public, and she has always been able to restrain herself.

If she wasn't drunk, there was something wrong with the wine she drank yesterday.

Bartoli looked at Nada Sidi, thinking that this usually gentle and refined man should not be able to do such a thing.

But there are exceptions.

After thinking about it, she raised her hand and slapped Nada Sidi twice to wake him up.

"Wake up."

Bartoli dragged him up.

Nada Sidi was in a deep sleep. He tried to open his eyes, looked at Bartoli, and smiled foolishly.There is light and joy in his eyes, but he has no plot to succeed.

He is innocent.

So who exactly did it to her?

Bartoli thought about it, but couldn't think of a reason.

There are too many people who can touch her wine glass. If she wants to know who it is, even if she finds out, she will have to spend a lot of effort.And during this period of time, it was enough to destroy her reputation.

She has to eat this dumb loss.

Now that he wanted to understand this point, Bartoli was calm, smiled at Nada Sidi, turned around and planned to go out.

She can't stay here forever, who is behind the scenes, I don't know yet, if she stays here for a long time, maybe something will happen.

However, the moment she opened the door, she heard someone arguing outside:
"I clearly saw her coming here! You let me in!"

It was the voice of her friend Andorth.

Bartoli was very happy to hear the voice of an acquaintance in a strange place.She opened her mouth, just about to call her, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

How did Andos know she was here?

Or is it that she is not looking for herself, but Nada Sidi?

Bartoli didn't push the door open.

She chose to escape.

The less people know about this, the better, not even your best friend.

Over there, Nada Sidi has woken up.He got dressed and stood behind Bartoli.

"Why don't you go out?" he asked.

Bartoli turned around and had an idea.

She pretended to be shy, and said to Nada Sidi: "I was drunk yesterday. And going out now, isn't it good?"

Nada Sidi slapped his head and realized: "Yes, what you said is right. After all, you are still a girl. I made a mistake."

He recalled last night, lowered his head and smiled, a little more shy than Bartoli.

Seeing how cooperative he was, Bartoli felt his face soften a lot.

"This thing, me"

"I'll be responsible." Nada Sidi interrupted her, "Don't worry, I will leave the rest to me."

In fact, Nada Sidi did not disappoint Bartoli.

He handled things well, and even the servants didn't know what happened that night.

Bartoli didn't know how he did it, nor was he curious to know.All she needs is for her to handle everything properly and be a bride with peace of mind.

Bartoli, who plans to start a family, plans to truly learn to love someone.

Now that she has planned to marry Nada Sidi, she has to learn the responsibilities a wife should take and learn to be loyal.

Nada Sidi restrained his temper, flattened his temper, and married Nada Sidi.

At first, their life was relaxed and comfortable, and they were happy every day, but soon after, they had a child.

Children are the most crucial link in a family.

Bartoli thinks so, and even more regards children as treasures in the palm of his hand.

She spends a lot of time educating their children, hoping that their children will become the best among their peers.

However, when she ran into the affair between Nada Sidi and Andos, all her dreams were shattered.

They lay together, in their former mansion.

Bartoli left here in a daze and returned home.Her eldest son is only seven years old, and her youngest daughter is only two years old.

Everything has changed, Nada Sidi no longer loves her, the family is not complete anymore.

Bartoli thought she loved Nada Sidi.However, that is also in the past.

Later, when he heard Nada Sidi complaining in bed with the beautiful new maid in the house, Bartoli got used to his flirtatiousness.

However, I heard him say to the maid again: "Bartoli is too old, she doesn't have the beauty she used to have, and she doesn't have the admirable figure, far inferior to your young bodies."

Bartoli was still jealous.

A woman's jealousy has always been the most terrifying thing.

Her burning jealousy made her lose her mind.When she woke up, she had already killed the maid on the ground with a fruit knife.

Looking at the thick blood, Bartoli actually felt happy.

She loves it, loves it.

Only in this way can she burn a little bit of fun in her extremely indifferent life.

(End of this chapter)