C1 You're so Cheap

Bang!

The door that was stuck close to the Big Red Duo was knocked open.

She, who was sitting by the bedside with her head lowered, raised her head in horror.

She stumbled and stumbled as she pulled on the Burberry tie with one hand. Her red eyes slanted as she spat out a mouthful of alcohol.

"Who are you, you, you. . . What are you doing here? . . . What are you doing? Get out, get out!"

The man in front of him was his husband from today onwards. He looked so handsome that people couldn't close their eyes; his family background made the girls jealous; his social status made them drool. It was a pity that he didn't love him at all.

He had only seen him three times since he got married. No matter how fast his relationship developed, it couldn't reach the stage of marriage, could it?

But they were married.

She slowly stood up and pulled on the handmade qipao on her body. The silver thread peony on the brocade emitted a threatening cold color. She looked at her petite and curvy figure. She smiled indifferently. "From now on, I have to stay in this house. To the outside world. We will be husband and wife who will show off their love, privately. . . I hope that we can become mutually beneficial allies. "

What mutual benefit? . . . Allies?

He rolled his eyes, and his tall body fell flat on the big red wedding bed with a bang.

The Italian beech wood bed beneath him started swaying like the waves of the ocean.

Very soon, breathing sounds of varying degrees of intensity could be heard.

She stood at the edge of the bed in a daze, looking down at him who was soaked in alcohol until he was completely unaware.

He spread out his hands and feet to form a large word lying horizontally in the middle of the bed. It was a custom-made Mi color suit with dark stripes. The front of the shirt was already stained with alcohol. The shiny brown handmade shoes were called Athena. It was said that it had to go through more than 200 processes before it could be combined. On top of it, there was a mixture of red paper and Xiangbin.

This was a man with high taste and standards. He could be considered the best of the best among men, right?

He had short black hair that flashed with blue light. It was thick and shiny. He had a wide and tight forehead. His skin was smooth and had a healthy glow. His cheeks were plump and smooth. The two pieces of his face were flushed red, silently describing the liveliness and noise on the table just now. Following that was. . . His eyebrows that reached his temples and the tip of his eyes were slightly raised. His nose was high and straight, slightly upward. His sexy thin lips were tightly pursed, even though he was deep asleep. However, a cold and cold aura continued to assail his face. . .

What kind of man was this?

Why was he willing to become his husband in such a short period of time?

Could it be that he also has the same words that are difficult to hide?

Or was he also forced to step onto the red carpet with him because of his parents' orders?

He thought of the look in his eyes when he looked at him at the wedding, and how he despised him. That kind of coldness, that kind of disdain. . . She did not understand. Since he hated her so much. . . As she stroked her smooth, eggshell like face, she could not help but feel somewhat angry. When had she ever received such treatment? Ever since she was young, Since when had she not lived under the envious gazes and flattery of men?

She walked to the dressing table and gently sat down.

The mirror from Italy clearly reflected her stunning appearance.

Her long hair below her shoulders had been pulled up high. It was combed into an elegant bun behind her petite head. It was a string of expensive Deep Sea Pearls. The standard face of Luo Li, the exquisite facial features that were impeccable. Mu Ye's eyebrows were lined with a pair of deep red phoenix eyes, which were much different from the eyes of ordinary beauties. Her eyes were big and spirited, as if they were rippling with water. She seemed to be talking about something in silence all the time. Her slightly thin and soft cherry lips showed a kind of almost transparent ruby red. It was so thin and smooth that it seemed like one could be drunk with just a glance. His lips were slightly raised, and he spoke with a faint smile in a low voice. Two dimples the size of osmanthus would be smashed on her cheeks. . .

A pink scarf was tied around the white swan's jade neck, forming a loose knot at a slanted angle. The pink knot and the red cheongsam that was embroidered with flowers didn't seem to match well.

It was not that she did not know how to dress up. Instead, under the silk scarf, there was something she did not like.

It was an exquisite diamond necklace. It was said that this necklace was a limited edition, and there wouldn't be more than ten of them in the world.

Of course, she wouldn't dislike such a precious accessory. However, she hated the person who gave it to her.

Hate, it started at the wedding. At that moment, it completely overturned the little bit of good impression she had towards him.

Of course, she did not forget the expression on his face when he put the necklace on her during the wedding. There was a deep ridicule in his eyes, and his laughter rang in her ears:

Muh Nuannuan, you are so cheap. You gave up your life with just one necklace.

She curved her lips and smiled generously, as if she did not hear what Murong Yunze said. Her heart, however, became cold and slowly sank to the bottom of the valley.

The him at the wedding was completely different from the one he had seen the other three times.

Muh Nuannuan felt as if she had been played by someone.

She gently took off the scarf, folded it, and carefully placed it on the bedside table. Then, she pulled off the diamond necklace. She took off the yellow and white objects on her ten pointed fingers and put these burdens into the jewelry box. Wearing her long black hair, she began to worry about where she slept tonight.

In the huge wedding bed, she had no intention of sleeping together with Murong Yunze. Furthermore, there was no place for her to sleep at the moment.

She went to the bathroom to change into pajamas and came out. She hugged the big red pillow and thought for a long time. She decided to go to the suite to rest.

The suite wasn't big, looking at its layout and furnishings, It was obviously used as a living room. When the sky was still bright, she had once sketched the inside of the suite. The suite was decorated with a row of ancient Nanmu shelves, with a neat arrangement of grids. There were several sculptures of different styles, a set of simple wooden sofas, and so on and so forth. It filled up the small room to the point that it was a little tight.

It was not yet June, and it was already summer. A thin blanket would be enough to cover the sofa for a night.

He gently pushed open the door and searched the wall for a long time, but still couldn't find the switch.

She could only feel around in the darkness like a blind person.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded behind her: "What do you want to do?"

Her petite body suddenly trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Before she could turn around, a large hand had already heavily placed on her shoulder.

The other party pulled with force, and her entire body was like a leaf, flying out in a leisurely manner.

With a thud, she had already fallen onto the large bed with her four legs facing the sky!

Under the bright light, her face was as terrifying as a devil's.

Her black hair was messy, her round eyes were wide open, and her eyebrows were raised high. There were two flames hidden under her eyes that were several times bigger than usual. The two red patches on her cheeks had turned into a dark purple color, and her lips looked as if they were stained with blood. They were bright red. . .

You. . .

"What are you talking about?" He roared, "Who allowed you to enter the room next door?"

He had just been deeply drunk, so why was he so clear-headed in the blink of an eye? She woke up from her dizziness and sat up with her hands on her waist. Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if they were distant Mayuzumi's. "I am now the mistress of this house. At least, I am one of the mistress. I don't think you need to apply for a report to enter a certain room in this house, do you? "

His red eyes shone with contempt. The corners of his lips curled up, revealing a strong sense of disdain. "Mistress, you dare to call yourself the mistress of this house? How shameless! In this house, without my permission, you will never be the mistress, even if you are one of them! "

I do not care about being the mistress of this house. However, the position of the mistress is given by marriage. Not someone who grants favors.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that you, who was known for being an ice beauty, would be so eloquent. " He violently threw away his leather shoes. As he unbutton his buttons, he leaned towards her and said, "Come here!"