The sky has been smeared, and Yan's mansion is on the night light. Most of the rooms fell silent. Most of the family members who were chaotic during the day ate and went to bed early, or gathered in the small room to gamble and chat.

In Yan Hong's small courtyard, Hu Wanniang and Shen'er's master and servant sat opposite each other, chatting without a word.

Suddenly, the boy Yan An rushed over: "Young grandmother, Sister Shen'er, the eldest young master has come back from checking the accounts." ”

Hu Wanniang let out an "ah", and the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground. The already desolate face was covered with another layer of clouds. A pair of big eyes, alternately flashing worry and indifference.

In a moment, I heard a loud sound, and the door of the small courtyard was pushed open. Then, in the sound of stumbling footsteps, Yan Hong's upside-down recitation came:

“…… I'll beat you with a steel whip, and I'll beat you ......."

Hu Wanniang's face became even more gloomy. Shen'er was also a little panicked: "Miss, it seems that Uncle is drunk again, and he has to hold a steel whip...... You, you better avoid it. ”

Hu Wanniang laughed miserably: "Avoid? Where to avoid? Let him beat me to death. ”

As he spoke, the door opened, Yan Hong was full of alcohol, with a plaster wrapped around his right wrist, and a frivolous and eager smile on his face, and he staggered in: "Aha, madam, the fool is so reasonable!" ”

This prodigal stagger, Hu Wanniang didn't know how many times she had seen it in the past. Every time it is accompanied by pain and shame that people can't bear to remember. Thinking of this, although her heart had already sunk into the ice pool, her body was hot again.

Seeing that she couldn't hide now, Hu Wanniang gritted her teeth and puffed up her chest: "Xianggong is back...... Shen'er, you should avoid it first. ”

Shen'er's face was full of anxiety, fear, sadness, and a hint of confusion. She flashed to the side, looking at Yan Hong, whose face was distorted, she wanted to say something, wanted to stretch out, but she didn't dare.

Yan Hong's face was flushed, and his eyes flashed with beastly desire. He grinned, stretched out two white hands, grabbed Hu Wanniang's shoulders fiercely, and pushed hard.

Yan Hong is tall and strong, and he relies on the strength of wine, how can the delicate Hu Wanniang withstand him? With a scream, he collapsed on his back on the bed.

Yan Hong was unceremoniously waved his hands. With a stabbing sound, the placket on the late mother's chest had been torn open, revealing a touch of snow-like skin.

Shen'er gently covered her mouth with one hand and did not call out. Looking at the beast-like Yan Hong and the young lady who was pressed under him, this maid didn't know whether she was afraid, worried, or a trace of sadness and disappointment in her eyes.

And Hu Wanniang has recovered a resigned demeanor. That's right, that's it, that's what normal life is every night. Her eyes swept over Yan Hong's distorted face and lustful eyes, but she seemed to turn a blind eye, and turned to the ceiling indifferently, not even bothering to move her hands, quietly waiting for the coming wrath.

At this moment, there was a tense and oppressive dead silence in the bedroom.

Suddenly, Yan Hong stopped again, rounded his left hand, and slapped himself in the face.

That's right, at this moment, Yan Hong, an impostor who was formerly a salesman in the 21st century, found that his behavior was abnormal. It's like an uncontrollable desire that drives me to do rude things. He seemed to involuntarily pounce on Hu Wanniang, and involuntarily began to prepare the prelude to the ravage.

Originally, for his wife who was marrying Ming Media, he did the usual entertainment activities before crossing the possession, which was nothing at all. Hu Wanniang's slender figure has indeed made Yan Hong salivate in the past two days. However, regardless of Hu Wanniang's own wishes, if all these tyrannical actions were not done under her own will, but involuntarily played, then this would be much worse.

Could it be that he was drunk and robbed of his consciousness by the genuine goods? So, if I let that dead ghost be so happy, will my soul be squeezed out by him?

Thinking of this danger, Yan Hong felt a trace of his heel penetrating through the top door. **Don't say anything, it's not enough to enjoy the three generations of this official, where are you willing to return this body to the soul of a genuine dead ghost!

So he quickly slapped him in the face. It's a little painful, but it's also a lot more refreshing. It is as if it is one self that is beaten, and it is another self that is beaten.

So, Hu Wanniang and Shen'er, who hadn't left the house yet, looked at the five finger prints on Yan Hong's face inexplicably.

Yan Hong woke himself up with a slap, and his physical pleasure was brutally interrupted, but he won the "victory" mentally. He stood up straight, coughed, and waved to Hu Wanniang again:

"I'm sorry, madam, I was caught by my second brother tonight and drank a few cups. The alcohol is up, and I don't know what kind of illness I have, so I can't control my hands. Just now, I was rude and abrupt Madame, I shouldn't have been, and I ask for forgiveness. ”

Hu Wanniang sat up, covered her chest with the torn placket, and smiled faintly, but this smile was full of helplessness.

It seemed to her that her husband had been surprisingly polite last night and this morning. But wasn't this kind of politeness the same before she got married?

Even after getting married, this handsome and dashing Yan Dazi really respects his wife in front of people, and there are people who don't know whether they are alive or dead, saying that they are like serving the queen.

However, closing the door of the bedroom, Yan Hong became such a violent demon in the blink of an eye, trampling and ravaging her body and soul. And the so-called queen mother has become a female slave who is bullied by him.

He not only used those strange-shaped torture instruments to leave faint scars on her beautiful body, but also drew deep pain and shame on her heart.

It seems that Yan Hong likes this kind of perverted abuse very much, and she herself, in this era of "husband for wife" and "three obedience and four virtues", has no right to refuse her husband's perverted request.

What's more, her family has long been in the middle of the road, and Yan Song, Yan Shifan's father and son are hot, so why should she resist?

So she could only tolerate it silently, waiting for the day when she would be tortured to death, and it would be a hundred.

As the only resistance, she just strictly ordered Yan Hong not to take a concubine. If you want to take a concubine, divorce me first!

She didn't fully know her real intention in proposing this condition, whether she was using the authority of a housewife to seek a pitiful psychological balance, or whether she wanted to use this condition to provoke Yan Hong and finally let him divorce herself so that he could get out of the sea of suffering?

Whatever the end, this means has so far failed to achieve the desired effect. Yan Hong's perverted possessive desire for her, or it can also be called a devilish love, will not give up because of the restriction of not allowing concubines.

On the contrary, Yan Hong was not allowed to take a concubine, and the result only made Yan Hong redouble his desire and cruelty to pour out his desire and cruelty on the helpless body of the late mother.

Therefore, at this time, Hu Wanniang no longer has any hope for Yan Hong's "change from evil to good". The politeness of yesterday and this morning was only a pretense, perhaps to make her let her let her guard down, and when she thought she was safe, she would suddenly come to a new insult and abuse.

It's like a cat grabbing a mouse, letting go of it for a while, and then grabbing it with its paws, so that there is double the mental torture. Yes, it must be that.

Yan Hong, who was drunk tonight, the appearance of a hungry tiger pounceing on a sheep just now seemed to her to be a complete expression of her true feelings, and it was also the normal state of her life.

It's a slap in the face, and an apology or something, probably this wicked man wants to come out and tease her with a new thing.

Thinking of this, the late mother didn't dare to accept her husband's gift again. She gave up next to her and said, "Why did the minister say this?" The prime minister had already taught that the horse bought by the married lady was allowed to be ridden and beaten by you. The slave family did not serve well and suffered some fragments, and it was also to blame, how dare they blame the minister. ”

Looking at his wife's indifferent appearance, Yan Hong was really angry. After drinking a few glasses, his tongue was a little big, and he stammered: "Lady, you say this, let me ...... Let me ......"

Hu Wanniang sighed softly: "It's not early, Xianggong should say it quickly." What do you want tonight? ”

The coldness between the words remained unchanged, and there was no relief in the slightest.

"What the hell is going to be? I want you to serve me willingly, and I will touch you. Looking at his wife's half-dead appearance, Yan Hong was also angry, and blurted out through alcohol:

"It's not like I, Yan Hong, can't find a woman, so don't look like this. Rest assured, from this day forward, I will not force you. Unless you change your mind, I won't provoke you. Today, I went to sleep in my study. ”

After speaking, Yan Honghu stood up, and then grabbed the teapot on the table. Hu Wanniang was shocked, thinking that he was angry and wanted to commit murder. But Yan Hong grabbed the teapot, drank mouth-to-mouth for a while, drank it until there was no trickle left, and then put the teapot on the table and walked straight to the door.

walked to the door, turned around and shouted: "Shen'er, let Yan An prepare two thicker quilts for me!" Last night, it was so cold that Master Ben's legs hurt! ”

Seeing Yan Hong's high morale and falling to the ground and going out, Wan Niang couldn't help but be surprised again. Could it be that this evil husband has really changed since yesterday?

However, freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and the late mother, who has already suffered too much pain, expects this action to make her change her mind, it is impossible. After all, Wanniang couldn't help but snort and said:

"Xianggong is ambitious, I hope you are true to your word. In addition, I want to remind you that our previous rules remain the same, and you can't accept a concubine without my nod. ”

Nima, Yan Hong almost bit his tongue off, you really kicked your nose in the face. He turned around angrily and shouted: "Don't work for the lady to remind, I naturally know." He strode to the study.

In the study, a good incense has already been lit. After a while, the child servant Yan An brought two brocade quilts, which were fragrant and soft and warm to the touch. Yan Hong sighed, took off his shoes, socks, and coat, wrapped them in a quilt, and lay on the bed.

This sleeping condition is a world of difference compared to the cold, sunken bed boards, and eternally damp mattresses and quilts in the basement of the 21st century.

However, thinking of Hu Wanniang's stinky face always made Yan Hong angry. Aren't you just a beauty, even if the genuine goods are sorry for you, I plead so lowly, you can give a good face. With such a stinky temper, no wonder it is going to be genuinely skilled, it is really a poor person who must have something to hate.

That's it, what do you like, it's a big deal that the well water doesn't interfere with the river water, Lao Tzu still spends more energy on meeting that tall man today......

With these boundless thoughts, the traverser Yan Hong fell asleep again.

At this time, in the bedroom, Hu Wanniang's master and servant faced the two bags of things sent by the family Ding Yanluo with some surprise:

"Young grandmother, Sister Shen'er, this is what the eldest young master bought when he inspected the store today. He said that this jujube is extraordinarily sweet, and the fried sugar chestnuts are facing the heat, although it is cold, it is also delicious, so he specially instructed the small ones to bring two packets, and said that the young grandmother would taste it fresh. ”

The late lady picked up a chestnut and looked at the fried chestnut shell, revealing the burnt chestnut meat inside, and couldn't help but be stunned. The mouth on the shell, how can it be reminiscent of Yan Hong's smiling face?