02
Jiang Yue's face looked ugly with anger, and he couldn't break free of the shackles on his wrists even with all his strength. This unruly man is so courageous, and looks so gentle and graceful, but he actually has a lot of strength.
The noisy and unpleasant voice in my mind started to trouble me again, some kind of male protagonist, some kind of husband.
Jiang Yue vaguely understood who the person in front of him was.
The husband of the owner of this body.
What a shabby vision to marry such a cunning man.
[You need to change the male protagonist’s prejudice against you. 】
【You need to be a gentle and virtuous wife. 】
[You can’t be as arrogant and domineering as before. 】
【Otherwise you will die miserably. 】
The system just finished saying these words.
Jiang Yue pursed her lips, "I'm warning you, let go of me quickly, or I will make your life worse than death in the future."
The system crashed on the spot.
Zhou Ji controlled her wrist, clasped her behind with his backhand, and pushed her into the pillow.
He casually pulled the tie and tied her wrists easily. His slender thumb pinched her chin. The girl's skin was delicate and silky, and her fingerprints were obvious.
He stared into her eyes, "Jiang Yue, are you addicted?"
Jiang Yue was quiet for a while, gradually understanding that her threats had no effect on this man.
Zhou Ji felt that her sullen look, so angry that she couldn't speak, was actually a bit cute.
Maybe he was really too busy during this period and even looked at Jiang Yue with pleasure.
He didn't expect this vase wife to keep her peace.
But I also don’t like how she acts like a monster from time to time.
Zhou Ji pinched her thumb a little harder and said, "Jiang Yue, I kindly advise you to just be your vase."
He doesn't love her at all.
Enough use.
Can be discarded at any time.
A smarter person wouldn't annoy him at a time like this.
Jiang Yue's heart stung a few times inexplicably.
The dull pain made her chest feel suffocating.
It must be that the owner of this body has a deep love for the indifferent man in front of him, which makes him feel so uncomfortable.
She hated the feeling of being swayed by other people's feelings.
She is the noble princess!
Jiang Yue looked at him expressionlessly, adapting well to his new identity, "I also advise you, don't be too self-righteous."
Zhou Ji was stunned for a few seconds and soon returned to normal. He raised his brows and said, "Okay."
Jiang Yue was not used to being so close to a man. Their breaths blended together, creating an ambiguous lingering feeling.
She turned her face away and said, "Get out."
Zhou Ji clicked his tongue and let go of his hand.
In the past two months, Jiang Yue has been working hard to play the role of a good wife and mother in front of him, gentle, considerate, and sensible, and often beats and scolds others behind his back.
I once asked someone to hit Zhao Shuyan with a car.
Zhou Ji didn't believe that she would suddenly change her personality. Maybe this was another performance of hers.
Zhou Ji's clothes were still neat.
Jiang Yue's skirt was already a little wrinkled, and the skirt was pushed up to her thighs. Her legs were long, straight, and extremely white.
Zhou Ji looked at her quietly, his eyes darkening.
As soon as Jiang Yue got up from the bed, her eyes were spinning, and she was pushed back into the quilt again.
The scent of a man is full of aggression.
Strong oppression swept towards her,
Jiang Yue is going crazy. This unruly man is so cowardly that he doesn't know whether to live or die! Now she is being bullied by a dog!
"What do you want to do?" she said angrily.
The tip of the man's nose gently rubbed the girl's snow-white neck, and the warm breath ambiguously swept across her skin when he spoke. His fingertips quietly opened the belt of her nightgown, and his voice was hoarse, "You don't know very well. ?”
Jiang Yue has been inexperienced in her two lives, but she doesn't understand anything. She was so angry that she wanted to stab the man on her body with a sword, but she couldn't resist his strength: "I kindly remind you that it is best to leave a chance of survival in everything you do. , if things are done to perfection, it will lead to a dead end.”
He laughed muffledly, "What does Your Highness want to do with me?"
She gritted her teeth: "If you dare to bully me, I won't make it easy for you."
The man said casually: "Well, I'll wait."
Jiang Yue used her foot to kick him, but he grabbed his ankle and pulled it forward: "Don't move."
Jiang Yue calmed down and looked aloof, as if she were a really noble little princess: "You like me?"
As expected, Zhou Ji's only interest disappeared and he touched her face, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Don't make such unfunny jokes."
"Then don't touch me and get out."
This kind of man is definitely not a consort she likes.
Jiang Yue muttered in a low voice: Diaomin.
Such a person is not even qualified to wash her feet in the palace. Zhou Ji stared at her deeply for a moment, never expecting her to get better.
There are gold and jade outside, but inside there is decay.
Nothing but this pretty face.
Zhou Ji let go of her wrist, stood up and casually straightened her slightly wrinkled shirt, "You can take care of yourself."
He didn't know what Jiang Yue was up to, and he didn't have time to play such boring games with her.
If it weren't for the child, Zhou Ji wouldn't have been able to marry her in the first place.
Zhou Ji had no expectations for the stupid, arrogant, and arrogant woman in front of him. Before today, he had decided to send the child back to his old house to raise him.
It is better to follow anyone than to grow up with a vain and stupid mother.
After saying that, the man turned and left.
The bedroom returned to silence, and Jiang Yue was a little angry. Who was he who dared to talk to her in such a tone?
She is now being bullied by dogs.
Any unscrupulous person can tell her what to do.
The original memory of this body slowly returned, and Jiang Yue gradually understood the current situation. Now she was not only inferior to others, but also depended on her husband's face to live her life.
She actually has a nearly five-year-old son with such a ruthless husband! ?
What a bolt from the blue.
[Yes, congratulations on remembering that you also have a five-year-old son. 】
[In the past five years, you have played with him like a cat and a dog when you were in a good mood, and abused him when you were in a bad mood. You have no kindness as a mother. 】
[It left a deep shadow on the heart of the five-year-old child. 】
[Your child will be the biggest villain in the world in the future. His hatred towards you is already full, so you still need to treat your child well to prevent him from becoming a great villain in the future. 】
The strange voice in Jiang Yue's head started to cause chaos again.
She was used to it this time.
No fuss.
Of course.
Jiang Yue would never be able to belittle others and treat them like eyeballs in the palm of her hand to coax them, not even her own son.
Only for her to be a princess.
No one else is destined to be the prince.
This family can only have one rich man.
Children, what's the matter with some hardship?
As an ancient princess, Jiang Yue quickly accepted today's strange world and adapted well.
The next day, she returned to her former role as the wealthy CEO's wife, not looking at anyone at all.
The servant carefully served the ill-tempered lady as she drank afternoon tea.
The husband went out early in the morning, and the young master was about to finish school at this time.
But no one dared to ask the lady to pick up the young master.
Jiang Yue took a sip of coffee, the taste was barely palatable.
Not long after, there were footsteps from the living room door.
Jiang Yue put down the delicate cup in her hand and looked towards the door lightly. A very beautiful little boy caught her sight.
The little boy's face was pale, his dark eyes looked a bit gloomy, and bruises and scars were visible on his calves.
Jiang Yue was silent, oh, this should be her son.
The system caused chaos in her mind at the right time: [Your Highness, behave well and go and take care of our future villain! Influence him with love! 】
Zhou Zhengchu raised his eyelids and looked at his mother expressionlessly.
Other people's mothers are warm.
His mother is a snake.
The stick that fell on him hurt him.
Every time she felt frustrated with her father, she would take it out on him.
The little boy walked up to her obediently and said, "Mother."
He knew that his father had left home early this morning, and she would definitely use him as a punching bag again.
