Seeing that Su Chiyue was so oily and salty, Qi Yan was not a good-natured person, so he threw down a sentence and left, "Miss Su is so stubborn, she insists on being this nominal Mrs. Qi, and Qi has nothing to say." ”

"You, do it yourself."

On the wedding day, the bride was left behind.

It's a pity that the original owner is young and can't suppress the scene, the young marshal, she is laughed at by the people below all over the place, and she no longer has authority.

But this is nothing, no matter how mistreated, it is also the wife of the main house, and the food, clothing, housing and transportation are not bad, but from then on, the days are no different from house arrest, and the good years are buried in the old house.

The original owner's wish is to live a chic life and no longer be so depressed for a lifetime.

……

As for Miss Mu in the mouth of the maid outside the door, the top brand of Paramount is just a dancing girl, and there was a peachy scandal with Qi Ember some time ago.

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

A little dancing girl, now she actually came into the house, still with such an arrogant attitude, which made Fu Yue feel ridiculous.

She was not in a hurry to go out, but slowly got up, walked to the dresser, and sat down.

The slender figure of the woman, thin and elegant.

Fu Yue saw the person in the mirror.

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

This face, without a doubt, is extremely beautiful.

Hibiscus noodles, distant mountain daisies.

The beauty of the point to the end, the beauty of the incomprehensible.

In his last life, he was born in this deep mansion compound, and he struggled to death.

The sound of porcelain smashing was heard outside, accompanied by the delicate voice of a woman.

"What about that woman Su Chiyue, why didn't she come out to see me, did she look down on me Mu Anya? Is she worthy of an abandoned woman? ”

Fu Yue was stunned.

Just picked up an eyebrow pencil, slowly traced the eyebrows, and put on a very light layer of makeup on this slightly pale and haggard face.

Su Chiyue's face is already gorgeous, even if she just paints a little lipstick, and the tail of her eyes is slightly drawn with two strokes, it is enough to catch people's attention.

Changed into a beautifully cut moon-white cheongsam, outlining the figure of the woman Miaoman, the cheongsam is slit, revealing a snow-white calf, and a pair of small black heels on her feet.

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

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

The narrow phoenix eyes were half-raised.

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

"Miss Mu is so majestic, you are a mere Paramount dancer, and you dare to be so presumptuous in my Qi Mansion, who gave you such courage?"

"It's really something that can't be put on the table, and I don't have any education."

Word by word, knife into the heart.

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

She hates it most when others look down on her origins.

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

"Su Chiyue, you slut, you dare to say that about me?"

Fu Yue naturally couldn't be hit by her, she leaned to the side, and then raised her hand to clasp Mu Anya's wrist, pulled her hard, and knocked her to the ground, and then raised her foot and stepped on Mu Anya's hand.

Small black high-heeled leather shoes on a woman's feet.

stepped on Mu Anya's fingertips, slowly and methodically, and closed her red lips one by one, "Mu Anya, are you looking for death?" ”