Chapter 281 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (2)

Seeing that Su Chiyue is so reticent, Qi Jin is not a good-tempered person either, so he left without saying a word, "Miss Su is so stubborn that she insists on being the nameless Mrs. Qi, and Qi has nothing to say. "

"You, do it yourself."

On the wedding day, the bride was left alone.

The poor original owner was young and couldn't control the situation. After the young marshal threw her down, she was ridiculed all over the place, and she lost her authority.

But this is nothing, no matter how harsh the treatment, she is still the wife of the main house, and everything is not bad in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, but the days from now on are no different from house arrest, and the good years are buried in the old house.

The wish of the original owner is to live a life of chicness, and not to be so aggrieved and depressed all his life.

...

As for the Miss Mu mentioned by the maid outside the door, Paramount's number one, to put it bluntly, is just a dancer, and there was a romantic scandal with Qi Jin some time ago.

Whether it is true or not is unknown.

Fu Yue felt absurd that a little dancing girl had come into the room with such an arrogant attitude.

She was not in a hurry to go out, but stood up slowly, walked to the edge of the dressing table, and sat down gracefully.

The slender figure of a woman is thin and elegant.

Fu Yue saw the person in the mirror.

The snow-white fingertips slowly lifted up, gently touching this strange and beautiful face, and the soft red lips pulled out a dangerous arc.

The face was, without a doubt, extremely beautiful.

Furong noodles, Yuan Shan Dai.

The point is so gorgeous, the beauty of things cannot be squared.

In the previous life, he was forced to live in this deep house and compound, and was tortured to death.

He heard the sound of porcelain smashing from outside, accompanied by a woman's delicate voice.

"Where is that woman Su Chiyue? Why doesn't she come out to see me? Does she look down on me, Mu Anya? Is she worthy of an abandoned wife?"

Fu Yue seemed to have never heard of it.

He just picked up an eyebrow pencil and slowly traced his eyebrows, putting a very light layer of makeup on this slightly pale and haggard face.

Su Chiyue's face was already pretty, even if she just applied a little lip balm and a few strokes at the end of her eyes, it was enough to attract people's attention.

She changed into a beautifully tailored moon-white cheongsam, outlining a woman's Miaoman figure. The cheongsam was split, revealing a section of snow-white calf, and a pair of black high heels were on her feet.

Fu Yue got up and opened the door, then walked down the stairs slowly.

She held a delicate round fan in her hand, and occasionally fanned it twice.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes were half raised.

Fu Yue glanced coldly at the woman sitting in the living room, her red lips opened and closed.

"Miss Mu is so majestic. You are a mere dancer from Paramount, and you dare to be so presumptuous in my Qi residence. Who gave you such courage?"

"It's really not something on the table, and it's not even half educated."

Every word and every sentence, the knife hits the heart.

Hearing Fu Yue's words, Mu Anya was stunned at first, and then trembled with anger.

What she hates most is that others look down on her origin.

Su Chiyue, a cowardly and pedantic woman, dared to humiliate her like this. Mu Anya was furious immediately. She stood up and raised her hand to hit her.

"Su Chiyue, you bitch, how dare you say that about me?"

Naturally, it was impossible for Fu Yue to be hit by her. He leaned to one side, then raised his hand to grab Mu Anya's wrist, pulled her hard, and knocked her to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on Mu Anya's hand.

Black high-heeled leather shoes on women's feet.

Stepping on Mu Anya's fingertips, and rolling them slowly, the red lips opened and closed, "Mu Anya, are you fucking looking for death?"