Oops, the male villain looked at me with affection in his eyes

Zong Guohui turned sideways to avoid Weng Quan's hand and said suspiciously: "Father, are you letting me out so soon?"

This Wengquan doesn't look like a good cake; could this be some kind of trick on his part? !

Weng Quan stared at Zong Guo's towering chest, the sinister look in his eyes flashing away.

Don't think that he doesn't know that she has sex with those two gangsters every day. When she comes in, he will have plenty of time to polish off his temper with her.

Can those two people still guard her every day? !

Thinking of this, he stepped forward again, held Zong Guohui's arm and said, "Miss, you are injured, please let me help you back."

Zong Guohui threw away Weng Quan's hand with disgust on her face and said coldly: "I can walk, I don't need your support."

Weng Quan was irritated, and in a corner where Zong Guohui could not see, his face darkened in an instant.

This ungrateful bitch, what are you doing in front of me?

When a woman gets married and follows her husband, when they get married, it is not up to him to decide what she wants to do!

Weng Quan came forward with a sinister look, grabbed Zong Guohui's plump waist and said:

"Miss Hui'er, please don't look down on me. If I hadn't gone to the master to beg you, you would have stayed here to suffer from the cold and wind until it was a month old."

Zong Guohui struggled twice but failed. She said angrily: "Weng Quan, what are you doing? How can I, the second young lady of my noble clan, allow you to do anything!"

Weng Quan rubbed her undulating curves fiercely, sniffed her neck maliciously and said:

"You don't have to thank me for saving you this time. After all, we will be a family from now on, so we don't need to be so separate."

Zong Guohui was shocked when she heard this, her pupils trembled, and she said bluffingly: "You Wengquan, you dare to covet the young lady in the house, I think you are going to die?!"

Weng Quan smiled on his face, but gradually used strength in his hands: "Hui'er, don't be angry, the master has already agreed to our marriage, and also allocated me ten taels of silver. After a few days, I will welcome you in when everything is ready."

Zong Guohui was in pain. She turned her head and looked at Weng Quan's twisted and dark pockmarked face, and shuddered involuntarily.

"You...are you afraid that you won't be able to get out of bed if you get beaten again?!"

Weng Quan's pockmarked face was full of smiles, but Zong Guohui felt inexplicably frightened: "If I can marry you, it means that everyone wants to marry you. Everyone is eager to beg me to marry you."

After saying that, he looked at Zong Guohui and laughed.

Zong Guohui's eyes were filled with shock and fear. She pressed Weng Quan's finger and said with a trembling voice:

"Weng Quan, I advise you not to touch me, otherwise I will tell Brother Hu and the others and you will be left with nothing to eat."

Hearing this, Weng Quan's face suddenly turned cold. He gritted his teeth and said, "If Hui'er really wants to say that, I, Weng Quan, will let you see how I touch you!"

In such a situation, Weng Quan couldn't let go of the two gangsters, and Weng Quan was furious. He let go of Zong Guohui, letting her fall to the ground, and turned around to bolt the door of the ancestral hall.

Zong Guohui clutched her waist that was pinched by him and screamed: "Weng Quan, this is the ancestral hall of the clan, how dare you!"

There was an evil smile on Weng Quan's sinister face, and his triangular eyes were full of paranoid viciousness: "Hui'er will tell if I dare or not after a try."

Seeing him coming forward, Zong Guohui hurriedly stepped back: "Weng Quan, don't come over. If you come over again, I'll call someone!"

Weng Quan unbuttoned his chest and said slowly:

"You can shout if you are not afraid of embarrassment. You and I are an unmarried couple now. If people find out, they will laugh at you for not abiding by women's morals. To me, it is just a good thing."

He dragged Zong Guohui's ankles and tore his underwear to shreds in a few strokes.

In the small and dark west wing of the ancestral hall, a shameless and melancholy sound gradually came out.

Seeing the usually aloof second young lady in the mansion surrendering to him, the tyrannical factors lurking in Weng Quan's body were automatically unlocked without the anesthesia of alcohol.

He kept moving his hands, specifically greeting Zong Guohui's wound, and the wound that was about to scab began to ooze blood again.

Weng Quan's eyes were red, and he instinctively followed the feeling of his body and tortured the person beneath him to pieces.

An hour later, Zong Guohui couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.

Weng Quan put on his clothes, gathered up Zong Guohui's skirt, and carried her out.

The servants in the mansion had long heard that something good was going to happen between Weng Quan and the second lady, so they were envious of Weng Quan holding the unconscious Zong Guohui.

"Hey, congratulations to Butler Weng, you finally got this beauty back in your arms."

Weng Quan smiled with an awe-inspiring look on his face.

"Yes, I have agreed to marry Hui'er, and I will treat you to a drink in two days. Hui'er is sincere and just fainted on her knees in the ancestral hall. I will send her back to her room first."

No one saw that under Zong Guohui's coarse linen skirt, her fair skin was already covered with bruises and bruises, and tiny drops of blood oozed out from the places where she had been beaten.

At the same time, in Chen Yushi's mansion.

Chen Wenjin sat upright behind the desk and looked down at the dragon guard summoned by Prince Rong.

The five black-clad and masked guards stood upright, their eyes slightly lowered, quietly waiting for instructions from above.

Entering the palace yesterday, Zhao Caibao cried hoarsely while holding Chen Wenjin.

Chen Wenjin couldn't help but feel excited when he thought that the son he had finally raised had left before he could fully enjoy the wealth and honor in this world.

For Zhao Caibao, and for the son he had never dared to recognize, Chen Wenjin decided to take risks on Yunfeng Mountain.

He rubbed the edge of the tea cup with his fingertips, and after a long silence he said:

"The day after tomorrow, Prince Yunyan Pavilion will host a banquet for the sons and daughters of the Prairie King. Chu Ye and Ning Yu will both attend. You guys will go up the mountain first and look for opportunities to take advantage of Chu Ye's absence and kill Ning Yu without anyone noticing."

When several guards heard this, their stern eyes narrowed slightly, then they lowered their eyes and bowed in response.

But Ning Yu said goodbye to everyone at this time and got on the carriage with Chu Ye.

Without Princess Gu Lun's trouble, Ning Yu naturally sat opposite Chu Ye. She rested her head on one hand and looked at the street scene outside the window in trance.

The setting sun shone in through the gauze curtains, making the young man's face flicker and blur.

Chu Ye looked at Ning Yu's side face and moved his fingers slightly.

He subconsciously wanted to spin the string of white jade beads, but then he remembered that last time in the car, he was so jealous that he accidentally broke the string of beads.

He opened the hidden compartment on the wall of the car, took out the scattered beads, and found a thin red string.

Seeing this, Ning Yu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, are you going to string up these beads?"

Chu Ye pursed his lips and nodded.

Ning Yu said diligently: "I'm the best at stringing beads. Master doesn't have to do it. Just Yu'er can do it alone."

After saying this, she took the thin red rope into her hand, picked up a bead in Chu Ye's open palm, and slowly slipped the crystal clear white jade bead into it.