First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 4

Song Zixun raised his eyebrows and glanced at Du Rongzhi. Seeing that the girl was still looking like she was about to cry, he just took it and wiped the blood on her shoulder as if she was afraid that people would see her and say something nasty. I don't know where she came up with such a white line--

Handkerchief?

Song Zixun's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he subconsciously glanced at the bed.Sure enough, the yuan handkerchief that had been spread on the mattress before had disappeared.Then I looked down and saw that the Fang Jinpa in my hand was already covered with blood, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like...

Song Zixun's face changed a few times, and when he was about to have an attack, he felt his face was on fire, finally he gritted his teeth, put on his clothes and went to the clean room without saying a word.

There was a very slight sound of water, and Du Rongzhi sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt.

The scented quilt exudes a faint fragrance, and I vaguely recall that it should be the breath of him in my memory.

The girl's eyes slowly swept across the room, the black lacquer inlaid with soft mother-of-pearl and gold-painted Four Seasons Ruyi screen, the five-screen dressing table with carved flowers and birds, and the small table with Ruyi flowers and lotus flowers... But when she saw the pineapple wood square corner cabinet, she trembled involuntarily .

The word "囍" under the red silk was dazzlingly red, she stared at it intently, and suddenly remembered the last dispute between the two in her previous life.It was that dispute that finally ruined all her last affection and thoughts for him.

At that time, Song Zixun rarely came to her room.

In fact, it wasn’t just that time... when the freshness of the newlyweds slowly cooled down; when it was discovered that his tenderness and consideration were just a habit, not just for her; , grievances, jealousy, and resentment finally turned into endless quarrels and cold wars.

Later, his mother and father passed away one after another, and the Du family was destroyed overnight, and he disliked her even more, even on the 15th day of every month, it was hard to see him anymore.Perhaps it wasn't until that moment that she had to admit that she was just a useful stepping stone to Song Zixun's career path. What kind of childhood sweetheart, what kind of affection between husband and wife, once it was no longer worth using, it would be too much to even look at it. Dirty eyes.

Gradually, she became discouraged. As a woman who lost the support of her natal family and was not favored by her husband, her life in the inner house was difficult.Later, she finally got seriously ill, but after recovering from her illness, she no longer had the vigor of the past. Since then, she has never left home, and she just quietly read and wrote in the room every day, sometimes even not knowing what she is living for.

Until the Lantern Festival of that year...

Song Ziche suddenly rushed into her room reeking of alcohol. He grabbed her and said a lot of things—a lot of things that he should never and could not say in his entire life.

He even thought about...

She was terrified.She never knew when this playmate who was mischievous and mischievous since she was a child had actually thought about her that way. She avoided, persuaded, struggled... His hair was loose and his clothes were messed up, but he seemed to be possessed by a demon. Grabbing her and refusing to let go.

But more terrible things are always behind.

I don't know who leaked the news, a group of masters, young masters, wives and ladies who were supposed to be drinking at the banquet in front of them all rushed over...

She no longer remembers how much contempt she saw and how many curses she heard that night; she also doesn't remember how clever Shen was, turning black and white, and pushing everything on her: unwilling to be lonely, shameless, seducing uncle, corrupting The door lintel; I don't remember when the people in the room dispersed... I only remember his livid face under the dim light and the bruised corners of his mouth after fighting Song Ziche.

That was also the first time he hit her.

When his slap fell heavily and her head hit the corner of the cabinet, she only felt that her mind was blank.

She collapsed on the ground, her ears were buzzing, and the sudden pain blurred her eyes with tears, leaving only a dark figure in front of her eyes...

There was a rustling sound in the clean room, Du Rongzhi turned around and lay down holding the quilt.

In the previous life, she was full of joy when she was in the bridal chamber, and all she wanted was to be harmonious with Song Zixun in the future, and the husband would sing and the wife would follow suit. Now...she doesn't know what else she can miss about this man.

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Alright, the past and present lives are almost clear here, and I can finally have a good chat with the little angels, quack quack quack.

First, let me tell you about the inspiration for writing this story.

I saw a post earlier, "If you meet your current husband in the next life, will you marry him?" ", I found it very interesting, especially the first reply in it impressed me deeply:
"In my next life, I hope to meet my husband in a scene where we don't know each other, and then hit him with a brick so that he can't take care of himself, turn around and leave. I hope it's his uncle's blind spot."

At that time, I thought, since ordinary couples will have this kind of feeling of "I really have had enough with this person", then if it is a resentful couple, they have seen and hated each other in this life, and they have not had time to be happy after rebirth, and suddenly found that, "Oh, let me go, why is this bitch again?!"... What kind of feeling would it be?

Then there is the present story.

So you read that right, the hero of this article is clearly the bitch from his previous life.If some little angels don't like it, they can abandon the pit now, and those who like it continue to read down.

Next, I want to talk about two very important things. Everyone decides whether to come to my bowl or not according to their own preferences.

1 In view of the fact that the heroine of this article died stupidly in her previous life, and she was still very young when she died, so although she lived a new life, she will not make great progress in intelligence.It can only be said that because she has experienced some things and has the ability to predict the future, she will handle them more appropriately.But for those that she didn't experience, or those that deviated from the original track because of her appearance, then... look at the intelligence of the heroine and the author that day.

I can't say well for a while.

Anyway, the rebirth of the heroine is her biggest golden finger. Except for the extra memories of her previous life, everything else is the same as ordinary people. hostess. . .This, really not.

2 This article is an old saying, and most of the place names, backgrounds, objects, crops, etc. appearing in the article cannot be tested... Cover your face.My mother always said that I am an idiot in life. I have neither knowledge nor common sense. I just want to try my best to write an era that I can understand. Hahahaha, so please don’t use common sense, geography knowledge, etc. The question comes to me. After all, a man like wind, you can't get stuck.

In fact, there was still a 3, but because good friends said that if you have a 3, you may not love me anymore, so I changed the original idea... Well, we are actually a genuine , an innocent love story, there will not be a lot of house fighting, conspiracy and conspiracy in it, and it will mainly focus on long-term feelings and ordinary daily life.If everyone can accept the above [-] points...then what are you waiting for?Get in the car now!

(End of this chapter)