Chapter 281： The wealthy wife's Shura Field (2)

Seeing that Su Chiyue didn't get in, Qi Jin wasn't a good-tempered person. He threw a word and left, "Miss Su is so stubborn that she insists on becoming this nameless Mrs. Qi, and Qi has nothing to say. "

"You do it for yourself."

On the day of the wedding, the bride was put down.

The poor original owner was so young that she couldn't hold back the scene. The marshal's frustration, she was laughed at by the people inside and out, and she had no authority.

But this is nothing. No matter how harsh it is, she is also the wife of the main house. Everything is good for food, clothing, housing and transportation. It's just that the days after that are indistinguishable from house arrest, and the good years are ruined in the old house.

The original owner's wish is to live a life of chic, not to be so depressed for a lifetime.

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As for Miss Mu from the maid outside the door, Paramount’s top card is just a dancer. Some time ago, there was a peachy scandal with Qi Jin.

As for whether it is true or not, it is not known.

A little dancer, now coming into the room, still with such an arrogant posture, this made Fu Yue feel absurd.

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

The slender figure of a woman is thin and elegant.

Fu Yue saw the person in the mirror.

Snow-white fingertips slowly lifted, gently touching this strange and beautiful face, soft red lips pulled a dangerous arc.

This face, without a doubt, is extremely beautiful.

Furong noodles, Yuanshan Dai.

The beauty of the dots so far is the beauty of indispensability.

In the last life, he was born abruptly in this deep house compound, and he grind to death.

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

"Why is that woman Su Chiyue, why didn't she come out to see me, does she look down on me Mu Anya? She is also worthy of an abandoned wife?"

Fu Yue seemed unheard of.

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

Su Chiyue's face was already gorgeous, even if it was just a little bit of mouth fat and two strokes at the end of her eyes, it was enough to catch the eye.

Changed to a beautifully tailored moon-white cheongsam to outline the figure of a woman Miaoman. The cheongsam is split, revealing a section of snow-white calves, and a pair of black high heels are stepped on the feet.

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

She held a delicate ball fan in her hand, and slapped it twice occasionally.

The narrow phoenix eyes half lifted up.

Fu Yue glanced coldly at the woman sitting in the living room, her red lips pressed together.

"Miss Mu is so majestic. You are a paramount dancer who dares to be so presumptuous in my Qi Mansion. Who gives you such courage?"

"I really can't get things on the table, and I don't have half education."

Word by word, knife into the heart.

Mu Anya was stunned when she heard Fu Yue say such words, and then she trembled with anger.

She hates that people look down on her origin.

Su Chiyue, a cowardly and pedantic woman, actually dared to humiliate her so much, Mu Anya was furious at once, she stood up and raised her hand to fight.

"Su Chiyue, you bitch, dare to say that to me?"

Naturally, Fu Yue couldn't be hit by her. She raised her hand to clasp Mu Anya's wrist. With a strong pull, she overturned her to the ground, and then raised her foot and stepped on Mu Anya's hand.

Black high-heeled leather shoes on woman feet.

Stepping on Mu Anya's fingertips, she slowly grinds her lips together, "Mu Anya, are you looking for death?"