Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine

That night, Little Fairy washed and dressed in the room, and said that she would wear the pearl hairpin he gave her to sing to him and watch the moon with him.

Tell him to wait for her in the study, don't rush.

Bian Tong said yes.

After waiting for an hour, Bian Tong in the study fell asleep from exhaustion.

He was already exhausted physically and mentally under his still bright appearance, and the pain Xiao Lingxian felt would always be multiplied a hundred times when reflected on him.

I even wondered if my original decision was wrong.

He hoped that this gift would make all the good things come back to normal.

He had done his best and was really tired.

In the short dream that night, Little Fairy changed back to her appearance when they first met, wearing the beaded hairpin he gave her and his favorite green cardamom-colored dress.

He sat on the mat in the gazebo and drank, and she danced beside him, singing beautifully and smiling brightly.

The sight was so beautiful that he didn't want to wake up.

But in his sleep, he didn't know that Xiao Lingxian put on the old dress, but found that the feeling was completely different from before.

She then changed a few more sets, but none of them worked.

She went crazy and burned all the clothes. The silk was burnt and the flocks were so light that they were blown up by the wind and stuck to her hair.

The thick hair she takes care of every day...

When the maids heard the sound and rushed over, they saw her most embarrassing scene.

The burnt hair was scattered all over the floor, and the room was filled with an unpleasant smell. She was only wearing a close-fitting shirt, and scorched hair stuck to the loose skin on her waist.

She didn't feel any pain when her skin was burned red, and she sat on the ground like crazy, holding the pearl hairpin that she could no longer wear in her hand.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the servant girl turned around and called Bian Tong.

Only then did Xiao Lingxian wake up suddenly, shouting at the top of her voice, not letting them call for someone.

She absolutely can't let Bian Tong see what she looks like now!

But the maids would not listen to her, they only knew that if something happened to this crazy woman, the master would definitely blame them.

He exited the door with a look of astonishment, turned around and ran to Bian Tong's study.

No matter how Xiao Lingxian yelled from behind, no one came back.

She frantically chased after him, waving the pearl hairpin in her hand.

As a result, she tripped over something on the ground, and she fell to the ground, and the pearl hairpin pierced her heart accurately.

There is a barb at the top of the pointed cone of the pearl hairpin...

She has a lot of hair, and ordinary pearl hairpins are not strong enough to wear. This is an improvement specially made by Bian Tong for her.

Fresh thick blood flowed out from the barb, and by the time Bian Tong arrived with the maids, the little fairy was already gone.

...

Later, for a long time, Bian Tong could not look at women's hair.

If his hair was accidentally burned by a candle, he would vomit violently if he smelled that smell.

From encoffining to burial, he didn't look at Little Fairy, and didn't take part in any steps.

'It was he who killed her with his own hands. '

This sentence became a demon in his heart that could never be dispelled.

It takes years, decades for mortals to heal their wounds.

And he may need hundreds of years.

Later, times changed, and it was no longer popular for women in the world to wear pearl hairpins.

He seemed to finally be able to let himself go.

Then, in the center of the stage of the Haishi Song and Dance Hall, he saw a woman standing in front of Limai and opening her arms towards the audience. She was wearing a green cardamom color close-fitting cheongsam, with wave curls ready for styling, and a white glossy face. Her gloves are as long as her forearms, her singing voice is like a cat scratching her heart, and the audience is fascinated by her.

They met again that night, in her best twenty years.

Her smile is so bright, as if the pain in the past was just a nightmare...

...

By the time Bian Tong recalled everything as if he was self-harming himself, a long time had passed.

Pei Huai slept a little tonight, but he still didn't make any sound when he got up.

Seeing the contract that Brother Huai had casually placed on the coffee table, a signature pen was neatly placed on it.

I don't know if the contract is important or not, but Bian Tong only found this pen and paper in the living room.

He picked it up, the contract turned upside down, and the back of the last page happened to be blank.

The signature pen twirled around his fingertips a few times, and when he turned around, Miss Su's painting was so big that she was smiling at him.

The exquisiteness of this painting is inspired by the world famous painting "Mona Lisa Smile".

That is, no matter from which angle you look at it, the woman in the painting always seems to be smiling at you.

But being stared at by Ms. Su and laughing... I'm afraid only he, Brother Huai, would think it was flirtatious.

Bian Tong smiled and wrote on the paper.

A person who writes well looks good with any pen.

The signature pen can also write with iron bones.

Bian Tong wrote down half a page eloquently.

After finishing writing, I picked it up and looked at it. After a few seconds, I flicked it with my fingers, as if I was quite satisfied with my typesetting.

Brother Huai has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the distance between up, down, left, and right must be even.

The wind suddenly picked up outside the window, and Aunt Gong, who had already slept for a while, came out of the nanny's room with her coat on.

Seeing that Bian Tong was about to leave, she helped the coat on her shoulders, caring in a low voice, "I'll clean up a guest room for Master Bian, it seems to be raining outside, so Master Bian don't leave tonight."

Bian Tong calmly turned over a few pages of the contract in his hand from the front to the back, covered the small half of what he wrote, and threw it back on the coffee table.

He smiled and said, "Don't be too busy, I've heard that the guest room in Brother Huai's apartment doesn't even have a bed."

Aunt Gong was embarrassed for a moment.

Isn't there a room with a bay window...

The bay window is quite big...

Bian Tong walked away from her, and his eyes fell on the cyan coat she was wearing for a few seconds.

"This dress...is pretty."

Aunt Gong paused, looked down at herself, and smiled sheepishly, "I'm already old, and I wear the same clothes, so there's no such thing as good or bad."

"No," Bian Tong opened the door, and before leaving, said the last sentence, "It's very suitable for Aunt Gong."

It seemed to have a lot of meaning, but it was confusing to Aunt Gong.

It seems to be praising her, and it seems... It's not her...

There was a strong wind outside. When Bian Tong was going out from the apartment building, there was a loud thunder that struck right under his feet, illuminating his eyes for a second, and then it rained heavily.

Heavy rain not mentioned in the weather forecast.

Overwhelming.

Turn this night in City A into silent mode.

Bian Tong remained silent for a few seconds, "..."

This world report... came too soon...

Give him some time to prepare...

In the apartment on the next top floor upstairs, Aunt Gong closed the living room window, and the last gust of wind squeezed in, blowing a few pages of the contract on the coffee table.

It happened to be the few pages that Bian Tong turned to the back casually to cover up.

Aunt Gong added a thick blanket to Pei Huai, quietly turned off the lights, and returned to her nanny's room.

On the page of the contract, what Bian Tong wrote was exposed.

The first line: 〖Brother, I found out the necessary conditions to help Miss Su come back. 〗