Private Wife

[Chapter Two Male Version of Helen Keller]

Crossing is not the worst, but the worst is that after crossing, the people around you are not personal servants who have served you for many years, not dear parents and family, let alone a good man of the prince class who loves him deeply, but a triple The obstacle's male version of Helen Keller. ###Cardino mobile phone reading m.wuxiahere.com###

What a fate! When she arrived at the son of Helen, she had to rely on her own logic to infer and confirm her crossing. Suddenly she missed the kind of "Miss, Miss, what's wrong? I'm a maid!" The lady glanced around the surroundings hastily and said: "Where is this place? Who is it?" The nasty conversation.

She wanted to pretend to have amnesia. When she woke up, she wanted to have a bunch of handsome men screaming and asking for warmth, but why were they surrounded by bad houses, bad tables, bad beds, bad stoves, And bad men?

She felt like she was stuck in a maze, with high walls on both sides, and she didn't know when a big spider would jump out and chase her.

Xifan hugged her head tightly and tried to shrink herself into a ball. If possible, she wanted to go all the way back to the modern era, treating her crossing as a drunken fantasy.

Finally, annoyed, she jumped up suddenly and let out a long scream, "Why? What did I do wrong, God will punish me like this? I don't want to cross, I am very satisfied with my life, although there is no love, no man, But, Idon -tcare! I don’t want to cross, I want to go back, I want to continue to be a strong woman, I want to continue to oppress my subordinates' work day and night, I want to squeeze them out of the last drop of oil, I want to become famous, I want to become a famous person Great man..."

She went from yelling to whispering, and then sat back on the bed after exhausting her strength.

Fists hit the bed, she wondered why the protagonist in the novel would become a princess, a young lady, or a queen after crossing, but she would become a bean sprout dish?

It doesn't matter. There are no ugly women but lazy women. Their appearance and figure can be changed slowly with perseverance. But why is the man next to him not the emperor, the prince or the rich, but the male version of Helen?

Is this tragic text? Is it for readers who are frustrated, helpless, and confused? Let them realize that compared to her, there are many bright sides in their lives?

Refuse! She doesn't want this kind of crossing, she wants to be a good man!

An anger soared, not knowing where to go, Xifan glared at the male version of Helen, a subconscious anger, she instinctively stretched her foot and kicked the man hard.

When Xifan realized that he had done any wrongdoing, he had been kicked out of bed by her.

There was a loud "bang", and the impact sounded almost the same as killing someone with a brick.

Her heart twitched, Xifan closed her eyes, pressed her ears, thinking about it wrong, she quickly changed her mouth, her eyes closed, she couldn't bear to see her cruelty, she was afraid to shut her mouth He yelled too loudly, the murder was exposed, and he pressed his ears because he was worried that the other party's screams would break his eardrums.

But he did not yell as she expected. She suddenly remembered that he could not do it, not do it. No matter how bitter he was, he could only swallow it in his stomach. As a dumb, he did not have the right to find someone to express his grievances.

Thinking of this, she felt guilty and apologetic.

Forgive her, this, this, this... is purely dramatic effect, children should not learn, be kind, and don't bully people with disabilities!

Hearing the man groaning on the ground with pain, Xifan jumped out of bed quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't use a lot of strength, really, I swear by my personality, I don't know that you will fall, I, Han Xifan, swear to heaven, since ancient times, I have always been kind to the disabled. I donated money to the Creation Foundation and World Vision Council every month. I am not a bad person, I love it in my heart. I just couldn’t accept the fact of crossing for a while, so I accidentally kicked that foot...

"I have no malice, absolutely! I am purely to express my feelings to you, can you understand it, right? A person lives well in the age of technological civilization, eats well, wears well, and uses only fruit and computers. If you have a mobile phone, I give an order, all the employees must stand upright, you can imagine that kind of life, but suddenly they crossed to this broken place... alas..."

In order to express a sad mood, so kicking a person is not guilty, can the homicide argument also use this sentence? Yes, Xifan admits that his excuses are unbearable, so after a long sigh, he conscientiously adds, "I'm sorry, I admit that I am angry, I should not treat you like this, sorry, in the future No, the personality is guaranteed."

Breathing out another grievance, she tried to help him up, but at this moment, she made another major new discovery-sure enough, there is no worst in the world, only worse, more miserable, and terrible.

He is not just Helen Keller, his feet simply don't have enough strength to support him. In other words, he is a strengthened, paralyzed Helen Keller.

Oh my God, it would be a waste of this kind of man not to take public service advertisements to earn the tears of his arms.

Xifan didn't even have the desire to die, and asked helplessly, "May I ask you, how did you live until now? Have you ever thought about suicide? Honestly, I am not opposed to such things as euthanasia. , Instead of living so dignified and hard, it’s better to live anew, it should be easier and more comfortable."

Is she instigating others to commit suicide? Yes, yes, yes!

In modern times, this is a crime. Once proof is presented, it will probably be locked up for several years. However, in the ancient times when human rights were not emphasized, the law could not control this aspect. What she violated was nothing more than goodness and virtue, but does it matter? Should she feel guilty for this? Forget it, he couldn't hear it again, she just talked about venting the sad emotions of crossing the birds inexplicably.

The man who spread to the matter of crossing, and spread to the negative one hundred points, Xifan is desperate.

She didn't take care of it, she worked hard for a long time to put him on the bed out of breath. Fortunately, his legs were not completely disabled, and she felt that one leg had strength, but it was also very weak.

She has never seen a disabled person who is as heavy as his body. Doesn't his limbs shrink if he hasn't moved for a long time? How can he be so strong?

Fighting hard, Xifan straightened the man's body, pulled the quilt over him, and suddenly over-exercised, she was also tired, climbed onto the bed and lay back beside him, taking a rest like the original posture.

Turning her face to the side, she looked at the other party with the unlit sky light. Because of the lack of light, her vision was a little fuzzy, but it was vaguely visible that although he was chubby, his features were still three-dimensional, at least he had thick eyebrows. The nose is very stiff, if you wash off the dirt on your face, maybe it will be handsome guy B.

He is tall, side by side with the top of his head, her feet only reach his calf, of course, maybe the original owner is too short to appear tall, so the accuracy of the comment "he is very tall" is only 100%. Fifty.

At this time, the headache got worse. She rubbed her temples and murmured to him: "Sorry, I didn't mean to bully you. I was just scared by this broken house, by you, and by this inexplicable world.

"I don’t know if this is commonly known as traversal or possessing, and I don’t know who you are. This body is not mine. I came here inexplicably. Maybe after a sleep, I will walk out inexplicably, so I don’t need to introduce myself. Think of me as an elf who strayed into time and space, don't mind too much.

"Anyway, I'm sorry. I shouldn't kick you just now. It must be because my head hurts so that my temper cannot be controlled. I drank a lot last night. I can borrow this bed for a second time. Just take it... "She said more and more quietly, and finally fell asleep.

And the many sorry men who accepted her, raised the corners of their mouths slightly, raised eyebrows, and a touch of interest on their faces.

When I woke up again, the advanced version of Helen Keller was still lying beside her, and she was very clearly conveying the message to her-I was hungry.

She heard his belly growl like no one.

Xifan wants to ignore all this, she must have not slept long enough, otherwise, why hasn't the nightmare been finished yet?

With eyes full of helplessness, she pulled over the quilt and sighed in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I haven't gone back yet. Let me sleep again. Next time, she should succeed." Her tone was a little vague, showing that she didn't even believe her own nonsense.

The man felt a little tremor around him, so he stretched out his hand to her face, and when he was about to reach her, Xifan suddenly discovered that there was a thick layer of blood, mud, rice grains on his hand... Of dirt.

The cleanliness of her body instinctively reacted quickly and shrank back.

Without touching the physical object, his hands fell to nothing, and a slight disappointment appeared on his face.

Upon seeing this, her conscience was once again condemned, and it was already inhumane to kick the disabled person, and now he slapped his self-esteem again, Han Xifan, is a bad woman!

"I'm sorry, I don't dislike you, it's my problem. I have a serious habit of cleanliness, and you just have millennia of stubborn dirt and century germs on your hands." She laughed twice, the other party couldn't hear it at all, she was explaining to herself .

His hand was lost, he didn't give up, and moved closer to her. This time Xifan's courtesy, integrity and cleanliness were in the war. The latter lost, so she held back the goose bumps all over her body and barely stretched out her hand.

The next moment, he held her hand and smiled on his face.

She only saw half a smiling face. She didn't know when he tied the cloth back again, but the dirty and ugly half smile made her feel very brilliant. He is a man who can influence others.br />

Shaking her head lightly, Xifan wanted to be more sober. She asked: "Do you like me... No, I am wrong. I am asking if you like the owner of my body? Are you lovers or relatives? If it's the former, I'm sorry. This body has been replaced with a new soul, and it’s useless if you like it anymore, you know, feeling is very important in the realm of love."

Well, she was talking bullshit. The most powerful thing was that she was bullshitting an inaudible man. Ha, she can be written into the history, and the title is "The Stupidest Woman Ever".

He grabbed Xifan's hand and pressed it on his stomach, the meaning couldn't be clearer-my uncle is hungry.

Have you ever seen a blind man cook? No, so yes, if you don't want to starve the other person to death after hurting the body and mind of the disabled person, then she should get out of bed and feed him.

But she really wants to sleep again, try to see if she can go back to Xiaomi's side, she has a strong sense of rejection of getting out of bed, because when she leaves the bed, she is awake and she has to admit her fate, which means she is willing to settle down. Live in this time and space.

But how can she admit her fate? Her little Bao Yu has just paid off the loan, and the decoration of more than 2 million yuan has turned the small space into a large mansion. All the students are jealous and jealous to death. The restaurant can bring her hundreds of thousands of profits every month, and her salary It's almost ascending to the four-character head.

Guess what the salary of her first love is? Although abandoned, Xifan really can’t deny that Cai Yutang is a prophet. After he was discharged from the army, he worked diligent tutoring and studied hard, and finally he was admitted to the public office. After working for a few years, his salary also rose to four characters. Both of them are four characters. The difference is that Forty thousand and four hundred thousand.

That's why the ghost has to admit his fate!

Withdrawing his hands and turning around, Xifan tried to pretend that he didn't find his grievances.

Young Master Helen flattened her mouth gently, bit her lower lip cutely, and pulled at the corner of her clothes.

There was no movement for a while, and then two more pulls, so her resistance became weaker, and she turned around. She wanted to try to reason with him, and wanted to tell him "I really look forward to returning to my 21st century in the next dream." .

But he couldn't hear him, he looked like he was dying of grievances, alas... his pity hit her heart fiercely... It takes a lot of perseverance to reject the disabled, and obviously, her perseverance loses. A big chunk of the other party.

After sighing ten times, Xifan finally collected a bit of courage. She got out of bed unwillingly and walked to the stove. The more she looked at the stove, the more shocking she felt. Can this thing cook?

Kill her and see how big and heavy the pot is. It’s difficult to just move it out and clean it. She has never practiced weightlifting. It’s not the hardest thing. The hardest thing is how to make stars. Zhihuo ignited the stove, and the ugly words were at the forefront. She had never participated in the Boy Scouts.

Xifan knew that her complaints were boring and useless, but she still couldn't help complaining.

"Prince Helen, I have never burned firewood in my life. Do you have a Datong rice cooker or oven? If there is a microwave oven, I would like to say a hundred "Thank you" to you."

She talked **** again, but taught her how to live without bullshit? She will be suffocated to death!

So go ahead, talk as much as you can, anyway, what the deaf person said can't be used as testimony in the court, can't directly convict her of crossing, can't put her on the pyre as a witch barbecue!

Xifan took a closer look at the pot. Fortunately, it was very clean. She didn't need to lift it to wash. She bent down and picked a few thin wood piles into the stove. Then she found some small wood chips and stuffed it in. Then the main story came, how to make the fire. come out?

Drill wood to make fire? Xifan's gaze patrolled around the stove, looking at the few suspected flintstones beside the stove, who would teach her how to use the flint to make fire? She stretched out her hand and hit the stone hard, would it sparkle out of shame?

With a heavy grunt, Xifan cried and asked, "Where are you Yahoo? Where are you Google? Is there any kind person who can teach me how to use primitive tools?"

Will God send a snail girl to help her cook and wipe the floor because she is frustrated? She knew she was talking **** again.

Xifan beat the flintstone helplessly, and when she tried the forty-third time, she began to have the desire to cry. </p>