After Jiaojiao got pregnant, her husband who died in the war came back

Meng Nianrui wanted to call for help, but her mouth was blocked and she couldn't shout.

Fang Yirou originally wanted to just teach her a lesson, but the more she beat her, the more she became addicted.

Since she had no strength left in her hands, she used her feet, kicking Meng Nianrui again and again, and even called two maids for help.

Soon, Meng Nianrui lost her strength and curled up on the ground, allowing several people to punch and kick her.

A maidservant was sharp-eyed and noticed that Meng Nianrui looked a little abnormal, so she quickly pulled Fang Yirou aside and said, "Miss, it's almost done, it doesn't look good anymore."

At this time, Fang Yirou stopped. She had already had enough fun. She raised her hand and waved to the two of them, "Let's go."

Before leaving, he did not forget to kick Meng Nianrui in the stomach a few more times.

The door was locked again. Meng Nianrui's face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, her hair was sticky, and there was no blood on her lips.

She held her stomach in pain, feeling as if something was slipping away bit by bit.

After taking a breath, Meng Nianrui struggled to crawl towards the door, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

She shouted, "Xie Xun."

But her voice was too soft, and it disappeared into the air as soon as it came out.

As more and more blood flowed between her legs, her consciousness gradually became blurred.

In a trance, she seemed to be back on her wedding day, she and Xie Xun were in this room, drinking the wedding wine together, and she called him "husband" for the first time.

"My husband, it hurts so much."

Meng Nianrui murmured unconsciously, and as her skirt was soaked with blood, she completely lost consciousness.

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At the same time, Fang Yirou returned to Xie Xun's yard, looked at him who was half drunk, and closed the door.

She stepped forward to comfort him caringly: "Brother Chongwen, don't be sad, I'm just a little narrow-minded, I'm not a bad person, I don't care."

After hearing this, Xie Xun felt even more anxious. He raised his head and drank another glass, then wanted to pour himself another glass.

Fang Yirou saw him staggering, so she stood up and held onto the wine jug, and said with a worried look on her face, "Cousin, I'll help you."

After saying that, she took the wine jug and poured wine for Xie Xun.

No one noticed that she shook some white powder from her palm and dripped it into Xie Xun's wine glass.

Xie Xun took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

It was well known that he had a low alcohol tolerance. Every time he was forced to go to a social event, Meng Nianrui would cook him a bowl of sobering soup. He would then have a deep sleep and soon feel better.

But I don’t know why, I feel particularly uncomfortable today when I’m drunk.

Xie Xun's face quickly turned red and his body became hot.

He pulled at his collar randomly, trying to breathe some fresh air, but felt more and more uncomfortable.

Especially when looking at the woman in front of him, his heart felt like it was on fire.

He stood up shakily, walked towards Fang Yirou, put his big hand on her shoulder, and said incoherently:

"I really can't understand. You used to be very sensible, how could you become like this? Xiao Rui, do you know you are wrong?"

When entering the room, Fang Yirou deliberately blew out a few lights, trying to create a dim atmosphere.

But because of this, Xie Xun, who was under the influence of the medicine, mistook her for Meng Nianrui.

Fang Yirou's face turned red and white, but she still said with a stiff upper lip: "Husband, I know I was wrong. It's getting late. Let's go to bed."

When Xie Xun heard her admit her mistake, his expression eased a little.

Fang Yirou took the opportunity to hold his arm and walked him towards the bed. When he was about to reach the bed, she pretended to fall and landed on the bed.

It didn't matter that she fell down. The main thing was that Xie Xun was completely exhausted, and after she did that, he was pressed straight down on top of him.

The next second, their skins were pressed against each other, with the man on top and the woman on the bottom.

Xie Xun's throat rolled as he felt the softness in his arms, his eyes darkening.

Fang Yirou hooked her legs around his waist at the right time, and at the same time, hooked her arms around his neck and moved her red lips closer.

When passion reaches its limit, one forgets everything else.

Xie Xun could no longer see the person in front of him and just wanted to be released.

He kissed her back fiercely, and as their lips and teeth intertwined, it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the world.