On the wedding day, Li Zhao escaped from the wedding of the current commander of the Jinyi Guards. As a result, he was wanted everywhere and was desperate.
She met her ex-husband's nemesis on the street. He was cold and upright, like the jade-faced Shura's torture envoy Zhao Qinghuai.
In the crowded crowd, she held the corner of his clothes, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and said timidly:
"I have nowhere to go, please forgive me."
The moment she thought she would be pushed away, she bumped into his deep, smiling eyes.
Zhao Qinghuai had been self-restrained for twenty years, but he just exceeded the rules on that one occasion.
He took her home and bought her Qiluo. He even knew that she had a fiancé and poured three buckets of cold water on him late at night, but he still didn't dare to look at her face.
Just when he was struggling more and more, and was about to disregard all etiquette, he accidentally overheard Li Zhao holding his chin in his hand and speaking softly:
"I've never liked him, I just think it's fun to tease him."
At that moment, he knew that he was a plaything and a trophy to Li Zhao.
But they are not mutually supportive lovers.
Later, Zhao Qinghuai climbed to the highest position, hoping that she could look at him one more time.
But she just knelt in front of her ex-husband, with whom she had a feud, and cried and begged him not to do anything.
The string in Zhao Qinghuai's mind was completely broken, and jealousy almost burned him to death.
He just wanted to crush her into pieces and eat her up so that she could never look at anyone else again.
Under the golden lock cage, his eyes were red, he wiped the blood from his hands, and listened to the crisp collision of Li Zhao's anklet.
He chuckled softly, caressing her wet face, his voice was too gentle to say:
"Xiao Zhao, he has ten fingers that can be used to chop."
"How many times do you have to accompany me tonight to keep him safe?"
The dank male ghost inspector vs the retired boss, the sick beauty who looks down on the world.
The full text of Shura Field, women are not men c.
Purpose: Cherish life and make progress every day
