The people making trouble in the bridal chamber dispersed after all, and the room suddenly became quiet. Song Qingshu staggered to the side of the bed, and sat down next to the bride: "Rou'er, don't mind, these people are just used to being vulgar. Well, I just said that just to deal with them."
Smelling the smell of alcohol from the man next to her, Jiao Wan'er couldn't help but slander her. It's only strange if I believe you. It's fine if others don't know your nature. Am I still not clear
"Rou'er, why don't you speak, are you scared?" Song Qingshu asked softly.
Feeling his breath, Jiao Wan'er was so nervous that she was stiff all over, but when she heard him speak softly like never before, even though she knew it wasn't for her, she was slightly absent-minded. Is this still that violent and ruthless demon...
"Oh, I remembered, we're going to have a cup of wine." Song Qingshu slapped himself on the head, and suddenly realized that although he had many women in his life, she was the only one who got married, so naturally he was not familiar with the cumbersome weddings in this world details.
There was also Zhou Zhiruo, but when he got married to her, he hadn't come to this world yet.
From the lower edge of the red hijab, Song Qingshu could be seen staggering towards the table. Jiao Wan'er secretly clenched her fists, biting her lips and praying: "Fall! Fell! Fell you bastard to death."
It's a pity that God didn't seem to hear her prayer. Although Song Qingshu's footsteps were weak and crooked throughout the whole process, he still managed to walk back with two wine glasses.
Song Qingshu handed the wine glass to the bride's hand, but the bride didn't respond at all.
"Why, you're still angry with me." Song Qingshu hiccupped and said with a frown.
"Hmph, it's best if you slam the door out in anger, then I'll be safe." Jiao Wan'er thought bitterly.
"Oh, look at my memory, I should put on the hijab first." Song Qingshu suddenly laughed, "Don't be surprised, Rouer, Brother Song has no experience before."
"By your method, would you be inexperienced in this area? You're really talking nonsense with your eyes open, bah!" Jiao Wan'er thought of the method that the other party made her unheard of that night, and her body softened unconsciously.
But feeling that Song Qingshu was picking up her red hijab, Jiao Wan'er raised her heart in her throat.
It's over, wait until he sees the bride clearly
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) I have become me, and I don’t know what will happen to me...
"Huh? Rou'er, why do I think you've changed?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but rubbed his eyes as he looked at the beauty in front of him who seemed angry and angry.
The palm rubbed the bride's face a few times, and when Jiao Wan'er was feeling restless, Song Qingshu sighed quietly: "Rou'er, it seems that I was really drunk, and I actually recognized you as Mrs. Luo."
She never expected that the plot would develop like this. Jiao Wan'er looked at Song Qingshu's sleepy face, looking at herself like an idiot. Even though she was panicked in her heart, she couldn't help laughing secretly.
"Rou'er, you won't blame me." Song Qingshu gently put his arms around the bride's waist, and sighed softly, "Just because I did something very sorry to her recently, under the guilt in my heart, often I would dream of her at night, but I didn't expect to have hallucinations when I was drunk."
Originally, when Song Qingshu's hand supported her body again, Jiao Wan'er's whole body was about to go stiff, but she was stunned when she heard what he said next.
How is it possible, how could that devil feel guilty!
These days Song Qingshu would appear in Jiao Wan'er's dreams every day, causing her to wake up in the middle of the night every time. The fear and fear of him had already penetrated into her bone marrow. When she heard Song Qingshu's words, of course she didn't believe it.
However, Jiao Wan'er mustered up the courage to look into Song Qingshu's eyes, and found that his eyes were indeed full of confusion and guilt, and she couldn't help being stunned. Could it be that he really didn't recognize her
"Hey, Rou'er, have you been tapped on the acupuncture points?" Although Song Qingshu was drunk, his master instincts were still there, that's all it was before, now that he was holding Jiao Wan'er, how could he not notice the strangeness of her body.
"Ah, that girl Youyou must have done it. No wonder she was waiting at the door just now." Song Qingshu reacted quickly, and quickly relieved Jiao Wan'er's acupoints, "Don't blame her, Rou'er, she has always been a jealous jar. Maybe I felt a little uncomfortable seeing you marrying me, so I teased you like this."
As soon as Jiao Wan'er got out of trouble, she ruthlessly pushed Song Qingshu aside, jumped up from the bed and ran out in a hurry.
faint? Green? Hmph, no one else could do such a good thing if it wasn't her. Hearing Song Qingshu describe Xia Qingqing as a jealous jar, Jiao Wan'er nodded in sympathy.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Hey, Rouer, where are you going? "As soon as Jiao Wan'er fled to the door, Song Qingshu's voice came from behind him.
Seeing that Song Qingshu had no intention of chasing after her, Jiao Wan'er couldn't help looking back curiously, only to see Song Qingshu lying on the bed weakly, as if he had fallen asleep.
What a godsend!
Jiao Wan'er's heart skipped a beat, and after hesitating for a moment, she took out a dagger from her arms and walked towards the bed step by step.
This dagger was specially prepared by Jiao Wan'er for self-defense after that night. She waited for the next time Song Qingshu came to invade her again, and unexpectedly gave him a knife. Who knew that Song Qingshu seemed to have nothing happened during these days, and never came to look for it again. Overcoming her made her both happy and disappointed.
Xia Qingqing just did it on the spur of the moment, and didn't check Jiao Wan'er's underwear in a hurry. After all, in Xia Qingqing's opinion, with Song Qingshu's martial arts, Jiao Wan'er had no chance of hurting him, let alone she was acupunctured by herself.
All kinds of coincidences left Jiao Wan'er with a good opportunity for revenge. At this time, as long as she stabs lightly, she can send that demon to hell.
Jiao Wan'er gestured above Song Qingshu's chest with the dagger, and when she was about to stab it, she suddenly caught sight of Zeng Rou who was huddled in the innermost quilt from the corner of her eye, and she couldn't help but hesitate in her heart.
Zeng Rou has always been on good terms with her, so if she kills her, won't she make her a widow right after she gets married? And this bastard's status is very important now, if he dies in the bridal chamber, sister Rou will become the biggest suspect...
It's wrong to ruin her bridal chamber, how could she be put in such a desperate situation? Looking at the defenseless man on the bed, Jiao Wan'er's face turned red and then pale, obviously a fierce struggle was going on in her heart.
Forget it, let's save your life for now, and find a good opportunity to take revenge later.
Jiao Wan'er glared at Song Qingshu bitterly, but she was unwilling to take back the dagger. She understood very well in her heart that with Song Qingshu's martial arts, there was no hope of revenge for herself, and it would be easier said than done to find such a good opportunity in the future
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