Qin Wuyan thought that he had already made it clear to Min Huizhu what he needed to say, and he never lied to her from the beginning, and from the beginning to the end, it was just a deal with her.
And because of Min Rui, he has never felt sorry for Min Huizhu, but if this woman touches his bottom line...
If he hadn't promised Min Rui, at the moment Min Huizhu rushed over to hug him just now, he might have lost control and strangled her to death.
The feud between him and the Zhuang family is irreconcilable, it is all his business with other people in the Zhuang family, and has nothing to do with Xiao Yu at all.
Since Xiao Yu has married him, she is a member of the Qin family!
Yes, Xiao Yu is from the Qin family and has nothing to do with the Zhuang family.
Holding the whip in his hand, Qin Wuyan rushed towards the Zhuangzi where Zhuang Xiaoyu lived...
Maybe it was because of her pregnancy, her heart was much softer than before, or maybe it was because she was too sad, watching Qin Wuyan disappear at the door, Min Huizhu couldn't help crying...
She pressed her stomach and moved to the bed step by step. The pain like convulsions in her stomach eased a little. She covered her quilt with her palms on her stomach, crying uncontrollably: "Son, your father doesn't want to see you so much. You must be more aggressive..."
Now that Zhuang Xiaoyu doesn't have a child, Qin Wuyan spoils him like something. If Zhuang Xiaoyu becomes pregnant with a child in the future, will Qin Wuyan only have his and Zhuang Xiaoyu's child in his eyes?
Thinking of these, Min Huizhu felt chills in her heart.
She, Min Huizhu, is the eldest lady of the Min family and the saint of Yuecheng. She has never been easy to bully. In this world, she is the only one who bullies others, and no one can bully her...
She reached into the pillow with her hand, and accidentally touched something cold and hard. She lifted the pillow and saw that there were three golden and gemstone walking rockers lying underneath.
This luxurious atmosphere is exactly what she likes the most, but she accidentally landed here, probably the last time she came here, when she spent a good night with "Qin Wuyan"... .
She held it in her hand and rubbed it for a moment, then slipped her hand into her bun...
When Qin Wuyan rushed back to Zhuangzi, the sky was already dark, Zhuang Xiaoyu was fast asleep, and there was no sign of waking up.
The courtyard has been tidied up, and the corpses of those dead men have also been disposed of. Qin Wuyan didn't want to stay here any longer, so he ordered a carriage to be prepared, entered the lobby, carried Zhuang Xiaoyu up with the bedding, boarded the carriage, and set off Go back to the priest's mansion.
When Zhuang Xiaoyu woke up, he was already in the carriage, and Qin Wuyan was sitting in the carriage, flipping through the text in his hand, concentrating on marking it with a pen.
Zhuang Xiaoyu saw that his brows were slightly frowned, and his eye sockets had a faint blue color, so he closed his eyes again without disturbing him.
After reading the text, Qin Wuyan's eyes fell on her trembling eyelashes, and he knew she was awake. He leaned over, picked her up, and sat on his lap: "Did you freak out last night?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu shook her head and asked, "Are those people coming after me?"
"I don't know, it's because of the dead soldiers who were trained, or it might be because of me..." Qin Wuyan looked melancholy: "Recently, I have moved the interests of the major families. He also dealt with so many people from the family in front of the common people..."
These aristocratic families dare not do anything to him, but as long as they kill Zhuang Xiaoyu, they can kill two birds with one stone. "
Thinking of this, Qin Wuyan's back burst into cold sweat, full of fear...
The carriage stopped at the gate of the Priest's Mansion, Qin Wuyan was about to get off the carriage with Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, when the guards came over: "Priest priest, madam, the saint is here!"
Qin Wuyan frowned, and before he could speak, Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped out of the carriage with a flick of the curtain...