Pei Xiaoqing was stunned when she heard this. What kind of bastard is this? Could it be that Pei Xiaoqing is a popular lover? She will like it when she sees it is a man?

The fire that had disappeared was arched up again, and finally shook his sleeves and said, "It turns out that this is what I am in my cousin's eyes. Well, I will take Zisang away tomorrow and go to Dachu. I think Ye Qianjin will not dislike me as a widow."

After saying that, he turned around and left with a cold face.

His hand was caught and pulled back vigorously. In front of him was Yuan Rong's angry eyes, "What are you talking about?"

The sound was also extremely cold, as if it was rising from hell. Pei Xiaoqing had never seen Yuan Rong like this before. The gentle young man was as gentle as jade the next second, and the terrifying second was like hell.

She wanted to break away angrily, but Yuan Rong hooked her long arms, hugged her in her arms, and put her lips on her.

"Bang!" A loud slap sounded in the study, and five slender red marks immediately appeared on Yuan Rong's white porcelain-like face.

Pei Xiaoqing looked at him coldly and said, "Don't think that if I call you cousin, you can do whatever you want. Yuan Rong didn't realize that you are still a disciple."

"Aren't you a widow? Ye Qianjin can, why can't I?" Yuan Rong's hand clamped Pei Xiaoqing's hand like steel pliers, pulled her, dragged her into his arms, his eyes were biting, and he possessed him again.

The word widow pierced into Pei Xiaoqing's heart like a steel needle. The dull pain made her breathlessly unable to breathe. When she said it herself, she didn't feel that now, through Yuan Rong's mouth, the pain was pressed down like a sea of ​​pain, and her eyes were no longer controlled. She didn't move, looking straight ahead, tears fell silently, wetting Yuan Rong's lips, and a sour and bitter smell came from the tip of her tongue. He was stunned, and his whole body seemed to have taken time, looking at her with a steady, heartache and helplessness. The anxiety in her eyes, pity was like a ball of fire wrapped in ice. The ice shell outside could not bear the burning of the heart fire, and it quickly melted and evaporated, and the water vapor extinguished the burning fire, leaving only the tenderness and love that was so strong that it could not be melted.

The hand slowly released and rubbed it gently for her through the internal force.

"You...don't cry, okay?" The voice was soft, with helplessness and heartache.

Pei Xiaoqing became sadder the more she cried. Widow, Yunxi, when she married you, you said that she would give me a lifetime of happiness. Is your happiness a way to make me a young widow?

"I was wrong, it was me. I shouldn't treat you. Don't cry, okay?" Yuan Rong was at a loss and kept helping her with a veil to wipe her tears. He wanted to embrace her like her arms, but her eyes were extremely cold and there was a hint of hatred. His hand was stretched out and froze in the air. The wind and clouds were so clear that everything was accomplished. When facing her tears, she was like a child who had done something wrong, not knowing what to do.

"Xiaoqing, be good, don't cry, okay? It's me, I shouldn't mention Ye Qianjin. I know you are not that kind of person. Xiaoqing, don't cry, okay? Will I ask you to beat me? Can you vent your anger?" Yuan Rong held Pei Xiaoqing's hand and hit his chest again and again.

Pei Xiaoqing pushed him away and said coldly: "Don't touch me, I hate you."

After saying that, he turned around and rushed out.
Chapter completed!