On the day Lu Jiao got married, a gust of evil wind blew away the bride's bright red hijab, and the congratulations of the guests in the hall suddenly stopped.
Under the hijab, it's not the face of the Prime Minister's daughter at all!
Ming Yu Shiran raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "General, after three years of separation, do you still recognize your first wife?"
Lu Jiao took three steps back, filled with shock and anger: "Witch! You've obviously died long ago..."
"At the sword of my own husband." Ming Yu thoughtfully completed this sentence for him. The next second, a pair of cyan vertical pupils appeared in her eyes. She gently waved her sleeves, and the guards who stepped forward to try to subdue her were knocked down.
Food Guide: Pure and refreshing writing, no abuse, the heroine has never been in love.
There are many completed short stories on the homepage, welcome to eat~
Intention: Be positive and never give up
