Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

"We will always have the opportunity to serve our husband in the future, so we are not in a hurry."

"Now that my husband has someone around to take care of me, I feel relieved."

Others also echoed, and his eyes swept over the bride one by one, as if to confirm that they were telling the truth, and then sighed, "After all, I have wronged you."

Then he invited them to eat food.

Song Mushi's performance became more and more obvious. The plate in front of her was almost covered with breakfast. The bowl was filled with light white porridge. She also put some delicious side dishes in her spoon. Her warm eyes were smiling, and she looked at her with a look that seemed uninterested. cover up.

The players all ate in small bites, and she did the same. Qi Wanyu's eyes fell on her without any trace, her facial muscles relaxed, and there was no sign of difficulty in swallowing.

The mouth is full of fishy and rotten food, and the food becomes rotten as soon as you take a sip. The fishy and rotten smell is even stronger. The taste and texture are disgusting, and you can even eat living things.She would vomit every time after eating and returning to her room. It was impossible for her not to be as repelled by seeing those things as she was now.

She felt the cold and dangerous gaze on her body, but it just passed by without any emotion. She did not turn her head to look back, and still maintained her current posture.Another line of sight stopped on her. Song Mushi raised her head slightly and looked over. Their eyes collided. He had a warm smile on his face, but his eyes were deep.

Looking back, she knew where the purse he carried around his waist came from.

There is a calculation in mind.

After eating, Ruan Ruan returned to the yard and waited for the old grandma to ask someone to call her over. However, news came that she would be closed today.

She planned to go to Song Mushi first, and then Song Shiyu. When she was about to go out, Song Mushi sent someone to invite her.

There was no need to prepare anything else and he followed the maid to his yard.

He was playing the piano in the courtyard, and his expression became gentler when he lowered his eyes. Ruan Ruan sat down opposite him, and the tune was familiar, "Feng Qiu Huang."

When the sound of the piano stopped, he pressed the strings with both hands, raised his eyes to look at her slightly tilted face, smiled, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, "Do you know its name?"

Ruan Ruan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, even though she had planned to come over, "What do you want from me?"

"I have something I want to give you."

He took something out of the purse at his waist, and only a piece of red rope was exposed in his hand. Ruan Ruan's eyes were almost glued to it, "This is not..."

"It's different." Song Muchi interrupted her, "My sister-in-law gave me a handmade purse as a gift, and I should return the gift."

There was only a piece of red rope in the open palm, which looked no different from the one tied around the wrist of the chosen bride yesterday. The fingertips trembled, and they died that night.

She controlled her slightly rapid breathing, "It looks just like what grandma gave me."

Her nails pinched her palm hard, and she stretched out her hand, her movements a little slow.

I can't see my own expression.

He stood up suddenly, walked around the stone table and squatted down in front of her. He grabbed her ankles under the hem of her skirt with his warm hands, lifted them up with a little force, and placed them on his curved thighs. She didn't take off her shoes. Dust rubs against the hem of his blue robe, his pale finger bones are as warm as jade, and the red rope is pinched on his fingertips, the contrast between the colors is strong.

Ruan Ruan looked surprised, and his calf subconsciously retracted, and was trapped by his clearly articulated palm.Just now he showed some strength.

Carefully tie the red rope between your ankles. The bright red is like a chain between the white ankles, trapping you. You are extremely possessive, but the smile on your lips is still gentle, "Don't take it off."

"You...do you like me?" (End of Chapter)