The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

However, Nalan Zhengze's expression was too determined, making him realize that Nalan Zhengze's hand must still hold a bigger hole card.

And this hole card will be very amazing.

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At the same time, Nalan Feixue's room.

Nalan Feixue, who had been unconscious for a long time, finally woke up slowly.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her sister Nalan Yurong and her mother, Mrs. Nalan.

Nalan Yurong's face was pale, his expression haggard, and his eyes were astonishingly bright, with a blazing hatred in it.

And Mrs. Nalan pressed her forehead with a towel, sobbing low, and kept whispering in her mouth: "My poor daughter, my poor children..."

Nalan Feixue's memory slowly returned, and the fat, sly smiley face of Zhu Zhongba, the last one he saw before the coma, flashed in front of him.

She screamed "ah" and jumped out of the bed violently, shouting: "I don't want to marry that fat fat man, I never marry that fat fat man, mother, big sister, you must save me, must To save me, woo woo..."

Mrs. Nalan heard the cry of her daughter and could not bear it anymore. From low sobbing to crying, "My poor Feixue, is all hurt by that bitch, how can the master be so cruel, You are her daughter... how can you marry you to that kind of person..."

In the room, the crying of Nalan Feixue and Mrs. Nalan followed one after another, full of despair, sadness, resentment and unwillingness.

"Don't cry!" Suddenly, a cold and clear voice interrupted their crying.

Nalan Yurong, who had been sitting silently, suddenly looked at the two of them and said coldly: "What's the use of crying? Are you willing to be humiliated by the slut of Nalan Suxi? Feixue, don't you really Do you want to marry the dead fat man of the Zhu family?"

"No! No! No! I don't want to!" Nalan Feixue shook his head frantically and threw himself around Nalan Yurong, anxiously said, "Sister, you have a way, right? You have a way to deal with Nalan Suxi That bitch? Do you have a way to prevent me from marrying that fat fat man?"

Nalan Yurong looked down at her sister's face with tears, hoping to look at her, and slowly raised the corner of her mouth: "Okay, if you really don't want to marry that dead fat man, just do what I say. I promise, as long as You’ve done my job well. I can not only save you from marrying Zhu Zhongba, but also make you wish to be the concubine of the crown prince.”

After listening to overjoyed Nalan Feixue, he grabbed Nalan Yurong's hand and yelled: "I do! I do! Sister, as long as it allows me not to marry the fat fat man, I will do whatever I want! "

Nalan Yurong smiled with satisfaction, slowly lowered his head, and said a long list of whispers in his sister's ear.

Nalan Feixue's expression gradually changed from the original shock and panic to being overjoyed, and finally laughed: "Sister, it really is your best! You can rest assured that I will get things done!"

After that, he quickly changed into his clothes and rushed out of the room.

Nalan Yurong sat on the spot, looking at the back of his sister's departure, a vicious expression appeared on her face, "Nalan Puxi, want to compete with me for His Royal Highness, I want to see if you have this life !Will His Highness know that you have become a remnant, will you still like you and marry you? Hahaha..."