When Wen Ning was sixteen years old, he fell from the clouds into dust.
Before her brother's body is cold, she will be sold to the Bai family to marry a dead man in place of her cousin.
Not only did she become a widow at a young age, but she also had to endure all kinds of bullying and humiliation. She lived a trembling and pitiful life.
In the end, all the blood was drained from his body, and he died extremely tragically...
After waking up and looking forward to his miserable life, Wen Ning couldn't swallow the bad breath.
So on the night of her wedding, she set a fire and burned down the house, then tried to escape and return for revenge.
She prepared everything and was about to escape through the window, but she didn't expect that her ex-husband, who had been dead for a long time, actually came back.
Wen Ning stuck on the window frame:! ! ! ? ? ?
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Before meeting Bai Qishen, Wen Ning's only impression of him came from hearsay.
I heard that he is as gentle as jade and looks like an immortal...
I heard that he is a gentleman and kind to others...
On this day, the snow was falling heavily. He stood on the porch, smiled very tenderly, broke the other person's neck, and slowly approached: "I want to make a deal with you, stay here, I can give you..."
"Ha!" Wen Ning cursed in her heart. She has no such worldly desires at all!
Bai Qishen: "Tens of millions of silver."
Looking at the blood still stained on his hands, Wen Ning felt that the rumors were indeed correct.
Mainly because the other party gave too much
Wen Ning couldn't refuse, so he could only nod and stay, accompanying him through all the obstacles.
After everything was done, she packed her baggage, took the ticket, and extended her hand to him: "It's a pleasure to cooperate. I'll do it again next time if there's such a good thing."
Bai Qi wiped the tip of the sword with his hand for a moment, and then touched her face with cold fingers. His smile was as gentle as before.
"Okay, starting from today, I will give myself to you."
Intention: Facing difficulties actively, no one is worthy of your exile
