The beautiful woman, who was dissolute, shameless, mean, obscene, and a bad guy, kept swearing in private and showed signs of being a fierce woman, wanted to curse him out loud on the spot.

Yu'er is not a girl who stays in the boudoir. She has been married and experienced a lot.

An unmarried young woman would be so embarrassed if a man held her hand tightly, but she was different.

The beautiful lady's skin was too white and too translucent, and her cheeks couldn't help but turn a deep red.

She looks charming, seductive, and affectionate, as if she is shy, but that is not the case at all. The beautiful lady is simply angry.

She turned around in a rage and struggled to free herself.

It took a lot of effort, and the palm was as warm as an iron clamp, tightly holding her slender wrist.

His thin lips were slightly parted, but the words that came out of his mouth were pitiful wooing.

This formed a stark contrast to his dictatorial behavior in holding on to her.

Yu'er's eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were rolling around in his eye sockets. I don't know what method he was thinking of to punish the person.

Zheng Peizhi was caught off guard and whispered a humble request.

She turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and kicked her foot between the man's legs.

The soles of the exquisitely embroidered satin shoes swung towards him, breaking through the air and carrying the wind with them.

Zheng Peizhi is a man who has been on the battlefield and is definitely not a useless person. If he faced the enemy as he did in the past, he would definitely fight with real swords and guns.

The problem is that the beautiful lady is so delicate and weak, her wrists and ankles are so slender and weak that they cannot be grasped.

In addition, as he was attacking his descendants, Zheng Peizhi's handsome face, which seemed to know everything, showed a ferocious look for the first time.

There was fear in the ferocity, and grievance in the fear.

“???!!!”

Overall, the man was very scary, with his mouth slightly open and concave into a round shape.

His strong abdomen subconsciously arched backwards, and he watched the embroidered shoes brush past him. Zheng Peizhi, feeling relieved, took a few steps back in panic.

A look of fear and indescribable fear fell on Yu'er, who was two steps away.

He slowly retracted his foot, and the hand that was being held tightly was also withdrawn as he wished.

Yu'er patted her skirt contentedly, straightened her clothes, and when everything was ready, she glanced over.

What I saw was the furious face of a man who had failed in his love affair and lost face.

Just like Leng Siqian, he always acts like a good boy when he gets an advantage, and gets angry and embarrassed when he doesn't get one.

Yu'er was accustomed to that annoying character and naturally thought that all men in the world were of the same character.

Unexpectedly, when she looked over, the man was not only not angry, but also did not look ferocious, and even looked pitiful.

It was as if his previous courage had been kicked away by himself. He pouted timidly and looked at Yu'er with shyness and resentment in his eyes.

His expression was gloomy, as if he was sad, resentful, and frightened.

Then Yu'er saw with her own eyes that he lowered his head and looked at the space between his legs, lost in thought.

In the huge garden, the two of them suddenly fell into an inexplicable silence.

"Madam, you are so cruel. Don't you care about your future happiness?"

The corners of her mouth twitched, and Yu'er inexplicably understood the meaning of his words.

Recalling my ferocity just now, I felt inexplicably regretful.

The guilty woman lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes just covered the other person's resentful eyes.

The gaze fell on Yu'er's face relentlessly, making the beautiful lady feel uncomfortable all over, and was far from being as calm as she appeared.

Unable to bear his gaze, she looked up again, and her hands hidden under her wide sleeves clenched and unclenched, and then clenched again.

The man followed with an unyielding gaze, a pitiful look between his brows.

It looked like it had been badly injured, like a dog kicked by its owner, or a big cat that fell into the water, looking miserable and pitiful.

Yu'er's pupils moved slightly, and she felt even more uneasy. If a man acted like Leng Siqian, Yu'er would definitely not feel guilty at all.

You can argue when you need to, and make a fuss when you need to, without suffering any loss.

The problem is, the man acted pitifully, and the victim didn't say anything to refute him, so it seemed that he had indeed overreacted.

The beautiful lady blamed most of the mistakes on herself, but she forgot that it was the man who made the first move and was so wantonly and frivolous.

Oh, it can't be considered wanton and frivolous, at best it can only be considered a stammering courtship.

In a moment of excitement, he couldn't control himself and grabbed Madam Mei's hand, which almost caused him to have no children or grandchildren.

Zheng Peizhi, who was so proud for just two seconds, suddenly became a head shorter and looked timid. Who could have seen any trace of the charm of the Duke who was so famous in his early years?

The more he did this, the softer Yu'er became.

Seeing that the lady's face became softer and softer, the man's face became darker and darker. Zheng Peizhi was waiting for the lady to surrender and give her some opportunity to exploit.

"This servant pays homage to Madam Helan."

The young maid came to look for Lady Helan on the orders of the princess.

He came with graceful steps and looked into the distance. He was far away just now, but now he had a goal in mind.

Therefore, his eyes only held the beautiful lady with her back facing him, whose back was picturesque and graceful.

The little maid bowed slowly, looked up with a red face, and glanced at the beautiful lady secretly.

As soon as I took a look, I was about to be intoxicated by the beautiful lady's snow-white skin and beautiful appearance.

Helplessly, he glanced at it and saw it falling two steps away from Madam Yu.

A man emitting black energy, shaped like a Rakshasa, with a dark face and cold and deep eyes.

The little maidservant, who had shivered in the springtime in broad daylight, looked straight ahead.

Only then did he realize that the man who looked like a demon was none other than the princess's uncle, the current powerful Duke.

His mouth was trembling, his body was shaking, although he didn't understand why the Duke looked so ferocious as if his good thing had been interrupted.

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