C108 Dead men so they can go out

Li Xiaobao took the champagne and gulped it down as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, she knew that she had completed her mission. She could leave.

Her appearance was to fulfill a man's reputation as a saint in love.

Thousands of years later, there would definitely be a historical record of a certain famous financial and economic tycoon being infatuated with another person. They gave birth to three children and five women, who had loved each other all their lives and had never been separated from each other …

However, no one would remember a little wife named Li Xiaobao.

She had always been a disgrace.

Her only value was to let the male lead rule out all difficulties to hide his true feelings and to make sure who his true love was — to stimulate the female lead, to make her afraid of losing the best, to make the right choice — thus, to fulfill a pair of god's descent!

That's all.

It was a beautiful new house, the century-old ancestral house.

Red candles were burning in the Dumplings Pavilion.

It had become a traditional ritual.

The room quieted down, leaving only the bride and groom, pairs and pairs, sitting and looking at each other.

The makeup of each other was too thick to see clearly at the moment.

The person in the paper was ordinary. A closer look revealed a sinister aura of death.

He lay down on the bed. Somehow, there was no hole at all. The anticipation of the night before.

He had obviously yearned for it before, but why did his dream come true and become dull instead?

He was lying on the bed. Above, weak, completely immobile, really, all the previous attacks. He disappeared, and the strong secretion of hormones disappeared...

He didn't think it was right.

After all, he loved Yue Ming so much.

After all, wedding night, Cave. The wedding night was originally the greatest joy of the three men.

At this time, if he became weak, wouldn't that be a great shame?

He sat up. Yue Ming sat at the dressing table, taking off her makeup and taking his time.

The candlelight reddened her face. Her coquettish face was even more obvious.

She was more beautiful than ever.

Skin like creamy oil, a clear head and eyebrows, eyes full of emotion, enchanting and enchanting … Her beauty was like the clouds in the sky, constantly changing.

Every time you look over, you see a new surprise.

His heart pounded again.

It was like a person who had finally obtained something.

It was just like how everyone had finally gotten their hands on the Deer Slaying Blade and the Dragon Slaying Sword.

It was as if a king of war had finally ascended to the dragon throne of the Nine Five Supremes.

He did not waste his efforts. He had won the world.

From then on, this beauty … The extremely beautiful woman then rightfully belonged to him, Qu Cunzi.

When they walked out and introduced her, people would say, "This is Qu Cunzi's wife …" Mrs. Qu, how nice!

He had to be happy, but perhaps the cost of fighting and killing was too great for him to smile at.

She gave him a coquettish smile.

His weak hormone suddenly rebounded.

He hugged her. She obeyed him.

The new clothes shattered piece by piece.

He was suddenly very thick. Violent. unusually thick Violent.

She was a little stunned, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. He didn't even give her the chance to resist or stop him. In three moves, he tore her clothes to shreds and threw them away … It was the first time he had treated her so harshly. Violent, he didn't know the reason.

Because of the pain, she didn't become warm. She was still cold.

On the night of their wedding, both of them were exhausted.

Soon, he went limp. He was very, very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep.

The woman beside him spoke up faintly, "Existence …"

They did not embrace, nor did they clasp their fingers.

Each time … After the secret, she would never lean into his arms.

As for him, he didn't think about hugging her and then, sweetly, slept through the night.

The wedding night was not like this either.