Shadow Bride

She opened the bathroom door and walked out, along the corridor, to the small living room on the second floor.

The maid who had just delivered her clothes was waiting there, serving her diligently to sit down, and brought up another bowl of **** soup. "I think the young master and your clothes are wet. It should have been raining and prepared **** soup. Young lady, please see if it suits your taste. If there is something wrong, I will cook it again."

Su Xingyu was somewhat flattered, since her mother died, the servants in the family never gave her a good face.

In fact, what other flavors does **** soup have? It's nothing more than a difference in heat intensity, but even this slight difference, the maid in front of her tried to take care of her. She lowered her head and took a sip, a stream of heat spread from the tip of her tongue and into her stomach, warm and comfortable. She raised her eyes and smiled: "Very well, it's a hard work."

The maid also laughed: "It's good if the young lady likes it. Please tell me if you have anything in the future."

Su Xingyu nodded and asked her, "Where is your young master?" Her throat was a little bitter, and that man always made her nervous.

The maid was stunned by her words, "Your family" master? This young lady is really out of touch. However, she was not familiar with the young lady, so she could not talk too much, and only replied: "The young master has gone out. He is very busy every day."

Su Xingyu relaxed a little now, it was great that he was not there.

After she drank the **** soup, the housekeeper brought the family doctor in to diagnose and treat her injuries. Her calf was fine, and seeing the blood flow scary but not hurting her muscles and bones, the family doctor took her gauze and bandaged her again, and it was all done. However, her body temperature was a little high. It was caused by the storm, inflammation, and successive irritation that had not been fully developed. The doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs for her, carefully warned her of the contraindications, and said, "Madam, you have to take a good rest. Don't go anywhere these days, please stay at home until the fever subsides."

Su Xingyu felt soft and weak, and knew that he really couldn't act rashly, so he obediently obediently.

The doctor was sent away, and the maid opened the bed openly for her and asked her: "Young lady, the young master is used to sleeping on the right side of the bed. Can you sleep on the left side?"

She was agitated, and remembered that she was married. It turned out that these two words are really more than just a sentence or the concept of a certificate. They permeate every aspect of life, reminding her all the time that she is already married. How normal it is to have a skin-to-skin blind date with another man. Although, it was almost a strange man, and she was terrified of him.

"Mrs. Young?" the maid asked when she saw her silently.

She returned to her senses: "Are there rooms? I want to sleep in a room."

The maid was stunned: "You... aren't you and the young master already married?"

Su Xingyu shook her head: "Your young master...he...we got married for a reason," she didn't know how to explain to the maid, "We have made an agreement, he won't...no..."

Her face was hot and she couldn't say those shy words, but the maid already understood what she meant. "Well, young lady," the maid still had a kind smile on her face, suppressing her curiosity, "Is the guest room next to the young master's bedroom okay? It faces south, with a large terrace, this season is sunny And moonlight are beautiful."

"Is there anyone farther away from him?"

"The young master likes to be quiet. There are not many guests in the house throughout the year, so there are fewer guest rooms. Except for this one, it is the one on the other side of the corridor, but that one is for the wife-the young master's mother, she occasionally Will come and live."

Su Xingyu sighed, "Well then."

She was already very nervous when she lived in this villa, and she couldn't rob her mother's site anymore.

She threw herself into the room that the maid had cleaned up. The mattress was soft, and there was a soft moonlight outside the slightly open window.

Soon, she fell asleep.

I also dreamed that on the frantic night two years ago, a man in a suit and leather shoes pressed her under her body and roughly raised her chin: "Su Xingyu, this is retribution. Marry me, you can't escape."

She woke up with a scream and found that a new nightmare had been mixed into her previous nightmare-this marriage. Curled up on the bed, she shrank herself into a small ball, thinking, when will this day be the head? Maybe, there will never be an end.

The man was right, she must adapt as soon as possible.

"A month..." she murmured.

One month later, she must surrender her body. She tried not to think about it, but she couldn't think about it.

"Then, let's start with a tenant first." She said to herself, "Su Xingyu, you chose the road yourself. You can sleep in such a spacious and luxurious room because you are married to him, so that you can be quietly cared for. Although he is a demon, but..."

She bit her lip deeply, almost biting her lower lip to bleed, but...what?

She couldn't find any words to comfort herself.

In the next few days, she did not meet Lu Shifeng. The maid said that he was very busy, and it was common for him to stay away from home for ten and a half months. This actually made Su Xingyu relieved. She really didn't want to face that terrible and bossy man.

The injury is getting better every day.

The maid came to ask her for instructions: "Madam, the little dress you wore back that day was broken several times, and I have cleaned it. Are you going to sew it or throw it away?" Properly, even if it is broken into such clothes, as long as the owner does not say to throw it away, they will not dare to move. But in fact, this kind of request is just a formality. For the rich, if the dress is broken, it must be thrown away.

Unexpectedly, Su Xingyu said, "Take me a look."

The maid took the dress and it was washed thoroughly. The hem of the skirt was badly torn, and the knee-length skirt had been torn to the middle of the thigh. Seeing is incredible. Su Xingyu frowned. This skirt was lent to her by her stepmother Liu Meizhi, and she agreed to pay it back. How can it be returned now?

"How far can it be sewn?" she asked.

The maid didn’t expect that she would really want to sew, but she dutifully said, “The bottom of the skirt is not going to be done. The best way is to have the tailor cut the hem to make it into a short dress.”

Short paragraph?

Liu Meizhi still had to kill her.

The maid frowned when she saw her, and suggested: "Or, buy a new one?"

This is a good idea, but she has no money. She couldn't use Lu Shifeng's money, and now she relied on him for food and housing. If she took the money again, she would really feel like selling herself.

She sighed: "Sew it."

No matter how much she could sew, she tried her best. Liu Meizhi's daughter robbed her fiancé. She just broke one of their skirts.