Chapter 1110: Meet Wang Jingwei

She was taken back by Chu and sent home to rest.
Zhou Ma saw her face, scared and panicked, and quickly waited for her to sit down and rest, and simmered hot soup.
Xia Wei didn't have an appetite, couldn't drink anything, looked at the bowl of soup and screamed, then cried again. Zhou Ma was very distressed and hugged her and said, "Miss, my good lady, this is the life of a woman. Don't cry, don't be awkward with Mr., wait for Miss Wang to enter the door, and ask Mr. to protect you. Only then."
Xia Wei’s body shook slightly:
What am I? Mistress?

It turns out that as early as ten years ago, the proverb became a slang, and she was a mistress.
It’s ridiculous that she was full of confidence at that time, thinking that she could do everything in her favor. In fact, she still knows her family best, and they are all cruel and cruel.
Zhou Ma married her for a long time, but it had little effect.
She sat in the sofa in the living room and spent the whole day staying, tears dry, and tea without thinking.
Zhai Ziheng came home very late, late at night, the stars are all over the sky. He stepped into the door and saw the inanimate girl in the living room like a broken doll. He frowned and went over and said, "Why don't you sleep."
She turned her back to him and ignored him.
Zhou Ma came across the battle and was afraid that they would quarrel and comfort: "Sir, the soup is stewed in the kitchen. Would you like to stay up late with the lady? The lady didn't eat anything all day, so people can't stand it."
Zhai Ziheng said: "Okay."
I took off my coat and handed it to Zhou Ma. I walked over to Xia Yu: "Is still angry?"
He pulled her body and she earned her hard and didn't make it. Xia Yan looked up at him, his eyes swollen like a walnut, but he had already dried up in tears and couldn’t cry out. "I hate you."
"Cry into this," Yan Ziheng gently rubbed the mottled tears on her cheeks with her fingers. "The makeup is spent. I don't like to see you crying, laugh one."
She opened his hand in anger.
Zhai Ziheng pulled her into her arms and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him: "Xia Hao, whether you like it or not, I will marry Wang Jingyu. It seems that I have been petty to you in recent years. You don't even listen to me? You wash your face, raise your body, and take away your bad temper. My marriage is scheduled for two months, then I will ask you to sing on stage. Bring out your best songs to bless us."
She trembled fiercely and looked at him incredulously: "Going on stage to sing?"
"Wang Jingwei's wealthy giants can accept you, give you face, but also give me face. So we have to give her face." Yan Ziheng said, "You are the best singer of the emperor, you don't sing, who sings?"
"I don't," her heart broke into pieces and said weakly, "Why are you so cruel?"
"I am cruel?" Yan Ziheng's voice is cold. "With a song for her to be kind to you in the next few decades, is it cruel? She is a rich man, from the primary school is how to be the master of the house, to exclude the enemy. If she wants to move What you have is the way, the intrigue of these women's homes, I may not be able to protect you. I don't want to give yourself a goodwill. If you get along with her, there is no harm to you."
He is a man, and he has a lot of things to do.
Even if you can protect Xiaoyan from life-threatening, the status and money of the songs are innocent, but the trivial things in the daily necessities, the masters of the family can have hundreds of means to make people hard to say. His little sister is so simple, what if he is bullied? He wants to make her happy and happy, as carefree as before.
However, Xia Wei said: "I don't, I don't want you to let me go to the stage to sing! You don't want to marry her, don't you marry her?" 裴子衡,裴子衡..."
Her voice gradually turned to begging.
Zhou Ma took the soup and said: "Mr., advise the lady to eat a little."
Zhaizi took over the small soup in her hand, and the golden chicken soup in it exudes a strong aroma. He lowered his eyebrows and gave a small spoon to Xia Yu’s mouth. Wen Sheng said: "Eat something, hehe."
She pushed away at once, and the white porcelain soup smashed on the ground, and the chicken soup was sprinkled and covered.
The look of Zhai Ziheng went down.
"You think about it." Then he turned and walked away.
Leave her, look at the blisters that are hot on the hands, and do not want to live.
Originally, the next day, Zizi Heng was going to take her out to distract her, but her actions last night angered him, and when the business was busy, he went to the emperor as usual.
Xia Wei was alone at home, and Chu Yu called her. She didn't pick up. After a while, I heard Zhou Ma downstairs and said, "Mr. Chu, Miss, at home, I don't feel good. I didn't have much yesterday. Eat something, if you have time, come with her and persuade her?... Ok, ok, I am waiting for you."
She didn't want to see Chu, and locked the door.
I stayed at home for a day, and the water did not enter.
When she arrived at night, she returned to her, and ordered her to say coldly: "Xia Yan, you don't eat anything again, believe it or not, I will pour you down?"
She wants to cry again: "You promise me not to marry, I will eat."
She had thought that she could call the wind and rain, and she could do everything under his favor. However, it was only now that she was only able to call for the rain, only him, and if he did not allow it, she would struggle if she wanted to achieve anything. . The only thing that can be done is to ask for him.
"Zi Ziheng," she looked at him sadly. "Don't get married, okay?"
"Xia Wei, when are you going to make trouble?" He ignored it, and asked Zhou Ma to pick up Xiaomi porridge and force her to hold her chin, forcing her to open her mouth and fill the whole bowl of porridge.
She was coughed, her thin back was shaking, and she was dying.
He looked at her coldly, dragging her to bed and asking for her body rudely.
She is his. From the body to the heart, you must obey and obey.
Xia Wei felt that she was like a dead one. When the morning smashed her eyes, she looked at the dead body for a long time. The autumn colors outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are so beautiful, and she has already felt the chill of the winter.
She does not want her love to die.
Struggling to get up, she tried to find Wang Jingwei's phone call, and the famous singer who had never met before met in a high-end cafe in the city.
Wang Jingyu arrived as scheduled.
It was an elegant and noble woman, wearing a tailored tailored suit, carrying a Hermès platinum bag, and the engagement diamond ring on the finger was shining. She looked at Xia Wei quietly, and she smiled awkwardly and took the lead: "Zi Heng and I said you, I want to marry you in the future to take care of you."
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