Recently, she has gotten sowhat familiar with Huo Yi’s identity.
He is the youngest general in the army, thirty-two years old, and already has an illustrious military career.
At the sa ti, with handso looks, he attracts the covert admiration of all the females in the army, yet he dismisses them all, keeping each one outside his door.
It’s rumored that there is soone in his heart, as for who that person is, she heard a bit about it last ti.
But she got married, didn’t she, so why does he need to bother?
The woman couldn’t figure it out and just fell asleep like that. When she was deeply asleep, she felt soone choking her, opened her eyes, and t a pair of stormy black eyes.
Suddenly, all her drowsiness disappeared, and she woke up imdiately.
"What do you want to do?" She kept retreating further into the bed.
"What do I want to do? Naturally, I want to strangle you." Fan Er’s face was cold, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The woman was trembling with fear.
Fan Er continued as if he hadn’t seen her reaction: "Do you know? I regret not finishing you off back then."
If he had killed her, none of the troubles afterward would have happened. It was his rcifulness that caused his own downfall.
Thinking of Huo Yi’s words, the woman forced herself to calm down and boldly spoke: "To be blunt, you’re just afraid of losing your rank. I have a way to restore your position."
Interest flickered in Fan Er’s eyes: "Oh? Why not speak it out?"
"You marry , and I’ll retract what I said before, how’s that?"
A fierce light flashed in Fan Er’s eyes, he grabbed the woman’s collar: "Repeat what you just said if you dare."
"I said, you marry , and I’ll retract what I said before. As long as it’s consensual, it shows this was a misunderstanding, thus they can’t do anything to you, right?" The woman spoke each word with difficulty.
Fan Er looked at her with mocking disdain: "Marry you? Why don’t you take a good look at yourself, you’re not fit for anything. Touching you, I feel I’ve soiled myself. You absurdly imagine I would marry you, I suggest you take a mirror and examine yourself."
The woman’s face turned deathly pale instantly. She knew Fan Er always looked down on her, but she hadn’t realized that in his eyes, she was so worthless.
She raised her head, her eyes filled with tears: "Then there’s nothing left to say between you and , I hope you won’t have a day where you beg ."
"Rest assured, soon you’ll be begging . Do you really think Huo Yi can save you? Even if he can, why would he bother saving you?"
"He simply sees you as a pawn, a pawn that can be used to strike against ."
Fan Er’s words grew more and more hurtful.
Ye Ranran and Fan Rou were snacking while enjoying this current spectacle.
Indeed, the two perversely had Huo Yi install a surveillance cara above the woman.
Right on the light bulb, it was modified, a weak cara, very discreet but capturing images clearly.
Ye Ranran popped a cherry tomato into her mouth: "This whole scene looks just like a movie, I think if one day I can’t draw anymore, I’ll just beco a screenwriter, write this down, it’ll be a hit."
Fan Rou took a bite of an apple, crossed her legs, sat on the sofa, and said indistinctly: "I think your idea is great, write and shoot it yourself, you earn all the money, how fantastic."
"The way you say it gives an illusion that I’m omnipotent." Don’t praise her like this, she might beco conceited.
In the video, Fan Er and the woman’s argunt continued, or rather, it was a one-sided war from Fan Er.
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