"Hey...why are you doing? It's not easy to make fun of me at all. Hiss...it hurts so much..."

After pushing it away, Mingye felt a little regretful. He naturally knew how strong his hand was, but when he thought of her provoking him one after another, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"I deserve it. I have warned you a long time ago not to be too greedy."

"You... go out, go out, and you are not allowed to enter my room again in the future."

Who always enters her room in the middle of the night, who always sways in front of her without any trouble? She just wants to take revenge, can't she do it?

Mingye looked down at the woman who had not yet risen, and turned around and left.

The moment he closed the door, he heard a low whisper in it: "After all, I am your stepmother, and I have no trouble. Whoever wants to be your wife in the future will be bullied to death by you."

Mingye stopped for a moment, and then pulled the doorknob.

After he left, Lanshan gritted her teeth and got up from the ground, changed into a pajama.

A bottle of safflower oil was taken out from the drawer, poured it onto your hand, and wiped it twice with the pain.

With a slight pain on her body, Lanshan churned for a long time before she fell asleep with a frown in the middle of the night.

The injury on the leg was not a big deal, but Mingye pushed it again and happened to hit the same place. After the second impact, it obviously worsened. The large area of ​​blue and purple was so swollen.

The next day, I woke up so much that I felt limping when I walked, and my hatred for Mingye became even deeper.

The maid came up and asked her if she would go downstairs or serve her breakfast. Lanshan felt that Mingye must be no longer at home.

So she decided to go downstairs and limped halfway through, and saw the man sitting upright reading a newspaper on the dining table. She was so angry that she bit her silver teeth and snorted coldly to the maid: "Come on breakfast for me."

"Madam, didn't you mean to have a meal downstairs?"

"I'm afraid of indigestion!"

He turned around and climbed upstairs with difficulty, thinking in his heart that this bastard doesn't usually stay at home, but this time he hasn't left at noon. He must have deliberately disgusted him. The bastard is the bastard.

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Chapter completed!