Good Wife of Rebirth

She flipped through the pages, rubbed her eyes, and felt sleepy. Then she pulled the book aside and lay on the bed to sleep for a while.

Drowsily, she heard a strange voice outside, which seemed to be a man.

Tang Yunmu... She immediately sat up in shock, but found that she was covered in cold sweat, and even panting slightly. The sound was getting closer and closer, and her face turned pale and then red as she got closer, and she quickly pulled away.

He got into the quilt and got into it.

When I look at the window, I don’t know when it has gotten dark.

When he comes back, he won't stay here at night? He won't ask her to fulfill her marital obligations and do that kind of thing with him. Although the body belongs to his wife, the soul belongs to Xu Xiaoxia. What should I do? What should I do?

It's not like she's stopping him, let alone running to tell others.

You can't do anything to me. I'm not your wife. I'm possessed. It would be strange if she wasn't sent to a mental hospital.

The footsteps came again, getting closer and closer, and there was some sweat on her forehead. She was holding the quilt tightly with both hands, and her face was red from suppressing it. One minute passed, two minutes passed, and she just thought

When she was about to cover herself to death, there was finally a knock on the door, but it was not from this door. She pulled open the quilt forcefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the door was fine and no one came in.

She thought that in his eyes, she was still a patient, so he should have some thoughts about patients.

Patting her chest, she realized this surprise, and her clothes were wet again.

She quickly got up from the bed and picked up a glass of water placed on the table. It was a little cold, but it happened to be enough to suppress her anger.

"Madam, it's time to eat," Mrs. Zhang's voice came from outside the door again.

"Come on, come on..." It took her a long time to find her voice, and even ran to the bathroom to tidy herself up. But when she was combing her hair with a comb, she was stunned for an inexplicable second.

What is she nervous about and what is she trying to express?

That was Tian Qingning's husband, not her husband, but she pursed her lips, and finally accepted her fate, picked up the comb, and combed her long flaxen curly hair smoothly, but when she put her hand down, it still looked like it was fried.

Persian cat

Opening the door a crack, she first looked outside. When she found no one, she walked out quietly, and then ran downstairs like flying. She thought she had done everything perfectly, and unknowingly,

In fact, I didn't know that behind a door, there was a man in black home clothes standing. At this time, he was leaning against the door with his hands folded across his chest. His beautiful thick eyebrows were tightly knitted, and then he raised his eyebrows in a mocking manner.

Lip corners raised

Tian Qingning ran down the hall as if running for his life. He was at Yang Ru's place. There was rice on the table. It was just a dinner, but the ingredients were well matched.

She sat down, only to find that there were only one set of bowls, chopsticks and one meal. She blinked and stared at Mrs. Zhang who was still busy in confusion.

"That..." As soon as she opened her mouth, Mrs. Zhang put down the rag in her hand.

"What's wrong, madam, does the food not suit your taste? Do you want me to prepare another one?"

"No, no," she shook her head like a wavy drum. She lowered her head and ate her food. The question that had been stuck in her throat still remained unasked.

She finished her dinner at an unbearable speed. As soon as she put down the bowl, Sister-in-law Zhang had already rushed over to clean up the dishes. As if she was afraid that she would snatch them, she could only go upstairs and stay in the room.

Here, continue to go to jail