Qin Wuyan was afraid that if Zhuang Xiaoyu really presented evidence and mentioned the past, he didn't know how to explain it to him.

In the blink of an eye, something flashed through Qin Wuyan's mind, "Xiao Yu, is it because of the nonsense of those women and servants in the deacon's hall last time that you have a grudge?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't want to continue talking with him, so she pushed him hard: "You go!"

But Qin Wuyan refused to leave, he trapped Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, and kissed her lips, Zhuang Xiaoyu sensed his intention, and suddenly struggled like crazy, scratching violently with both hands, kicking and hitting with both feet: " Don't touch me, you go away, you get out!"

"Xiao Yu, why?" Qin Wuyan panted, "You were clearly not like this before, why are you so indifferent to me?"

"I think you're dirty!!" Zhuang Xiaoyu almost roared, and the nails in his hand scratched Qin Wuyan's face again.

On the right side of the man's handsome face, there were five bloody bloodstains.

Qin Wuyan's movements of forcing Zhuang Xiaoyu stopped abruptly, his arms supported Zhuang Xiaoyu's sides, his body was pressed on top of her, his thin lips were only a punch away from hers.

Qin Wuyan just looked at her so quietly, he only felt the burning pain on the right side of his face, which was more painful than someone stabbing his heart with a knife.

Qin Wuyan's voice was hoarse, and his anger was like a gossamer: "Xiao Yu, what did you just say?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu paused for a moment, and was about to speak when she opened her red lips, but they were immediately sealed by Qin Wuyan's thin lips, he was afraid that she would spit out more harsh words.

Without waiting for Zhuang Xiaoyu to get angry, Qin Wuyan quickly let go of her again, and brushed the corners of her lips with his fingertips, "I, before I came, I didn't clean up, my body is really dirty..."

He quickly stood up and walked out: "It's late, you should have a good rest, I'll go back to my room first."

The figure quickly disappeared into the bedroom.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at Qin Wuyan's back, the man almost fled in despair.

She sat up with her arms propped up, touched her lips, buried her head in the quilt, and burst into tears...

After Qin Wuyan left, the guards let Yu Sui and the wet nurse go, and the two quickly ran back to the bedroom, seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu huddled in the quilt, with uncontrollable sobs overflowing from the quilt.

The wet nurse looked at the wet underwear on the ground, she was in a hurry, she stomped her feet and asked: "Miss, what happened, why did you and my uncle get into such a fight, why?"

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaoyu was silent, he asked Yu Sui again: "What's the matter?"

Yu Sui faltered: "Miss asked me to bring the little lady of Lie's family into the bedroom of the acting priest."

Nurse: "..."

The nurse almost couldn't catch her breath when she heard this: "What are these things, can such things be messed up? Miss, you are crazy, why are you doing this?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes were red: "Nurse, you are getting old, go back to your room to rest first, and let Yu Sui stay with me."

The nurse refused, "Of course I will accompany you if this is the case."

Zhuang Xiaoyu wiped away her tears: "I know I was wrong, I'm fine, you go back to your room, you will serve me tomorrow."

The nurse told Yu Sui to take good care of Zhuang Xiaoyu, and then left under Zhuang Xiaoyu's urging.

The bedroom door was closed again, and Yu Sui also cried: "Miss, my revenge has already been avenged, so if Min Huizhu can't deal with it, then don't deal with it, why did you torture yourself to such a degree for such a person?" ?”