Transmigrating and becoming the second male lead's cannon fodder wife

01

In early spring in April, the morning light was slightly dewy and the sky was slightly cool.

Yu Xiaoyu sat in front of the computer, pressed one last key on her keyboard, and then collapsed directly in the soft chair.

What is now published in the social network account is the welfare chapter of her recently completed work. Since it is welfare, the content is naturally only considerable and unspeakable.

As an online writer, her ultimate goal is for readers to be satisfied with her works, so after the end of the chapter, she immediately stayed up late to write a welfare chapter of nearly 10,000 words at the request of the reader.

Simply, her efforts were echoed. A few minutes after the account was published, those eager fans immediately became excited.

[Ah, ah, ah, ah, it makes me boil!!! Wake up your husband immediately and shoot immediately!!!]

[Oh, oh... What should I do if I don't have a husband to watch this in the morning? Online waiting for rescue, urgent!!!]

[The face is flushed!!! #Shy#】

[Great, great, beg the hero to continue to turn over... Why don't you consider fighting in the field?]

[Upstairs 10086, great for strength!!!]

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Looking at the content and number of comments increasing, Yu Xiaoyu smiled like an old mother.

Finally, it's over!

After staying up for two consecutive days, Yu Xiaoyu's whole body was fluttering. She shook herself up and then fell into the quilt.

At present, it is about to pass early spring, and the air conditioner in the room is also turned off, but in the middle of her sleep, Yu Xiaoyu feels cold and trembles all over.

She pulled the quilt and moved to the centre of the bed, and then touched a piece of warmth.

Yu Xiaoyu rubbed, and the warm breath sank into his heart through his chest, and a warmth rose all over his body.

In a daze, she reached out and groped for the heat source, trying to be more greedy.

Then, a few men's deep gasps came from his ears, as if they were having sex. Satisfaction obtained from love.

Yu Xiaoyu's swollen and painful head subconsciously woke up a little. When she was confused, she always felt that she had a dream.

In the dream, the man's perfect body is close to her. His delicate upper body, the lines are deep and smooth, and every inch of skin is sexy and seductive.

Yu Xiaoyu's hand unconsciously touched it and went down from his neck collarbone.

The tight and tense muscles guided her down. Just as she was about to touch something, a burst of pain came from her hand.

She screamed and immediately stopped.

"Yu Qiuyu!"

Yu Xiaoyu only felt a tingling pain in her eardrums, and there was a sound like a thunder in the flat ground, angry and shocked.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a face that blushed because of anger when she was hazy.

"What are you doing?" The man's eyes were red, like a fire.

"Yes... it's a little cold." Yu Xiaoyu answered without thinking, then rolled up the quilt and turned around and put the man behind her back.

The next moment, she suddenly rolled out of bed and looked directly at the man in horror.

The man sat up naked. The strong upper body melts under the warm light, which is particularly seductive.

Yu Xiaoyu glanced at the inner room.

Four white walls, simple and dignified furniture, with complicated chandeliers on top, soft velvet blankets underfoot, and a tall green plant in the corner.

One corner of the floor-to-ceiling curtain was lifted, the east leaked white, and the window was sprinkled brightly.

Yu Xiaoyu was stunned for a long time and finally came to her senses, and then there was a sharp scream in her throat.

She ran away.

The servant heard a shout upstairs and hurried upstairs.

In front of the master bedroom door, the woman sat barefoot and fell on the smooth floor. Her silky pyjamas were opened because of panic, revealing a little red on the collarbone.

Zhao's mother has been married for 20 years, and she can see it at a glance. She feels that the young master who has always been linger in a place really doesn't like her woman.

After all, the two have been married for half a year, and the fact of the bed is too much. Every day before going to bed, they can hear the young madam screaming a little hysterically.

The young lady even had a fever yesterday.

It is said that the morning is the time when men have the strongest physiological desires, but they can't toss around like this, and even patients don't let go.

"Young madam, the ground is cold." Zhao's mother sighed and reached for her arm. "Get up first."

Coolness rose from the spine. Yu Xiaoyu's brain trembled, and the memory like a horse lantern flashed in her mind. She looked up at the woman in front of her and said weakly, "I'm so hungry."

Zhao's mother helped her get up and said, "Breakfast is ready. I'll bring you the medicine after eating."

"Young madam, is the young master up?" The housekeeper Gu, who followed Zhao's mother, called, and then looked at the door behind Yu Xiaoyu.

The words fell, and there was a crackling behind him, and the door was opened.

The man walked out of the room with a gloomy face, and his awe-inspiring eyes fell on the hand that Yu Xiaoyu had just touched.

Touching the line of sight, Yu Xiaoyu subconsciously put her hand on her back and felt that the man would chop it at any time.

The housekeeper bypassed Yu Xiaoyu and walked to the door, "Young master, I asked you to go to the old house today."

"I know." The man spoke faintly, and his voice was thick and deep.

Butler Gu answered, followed the man around the two and walked to the elevator at the entrance of the corridor.

Zhao's mother looked at the woman's lips slightly open, her eyes full of horror and shock, and she couldn't help but feel distressed.

After all, it's just a girl. How can it be worth the destruction of a strong man? Fear is taken for granted.

Zhao's mother turned into the room and took out her shoes and said to her, "Young madam, you'd better put your shoes on."

The chill from her feet went up the spine and rubbed to the top. Yu Xiaoyu was enlightened like a rejum and woke up instantly.

After wearing her shoes, she looked at the strange face in the mirror. She suppressed her doubts and went downstairs with the servant.

In the spacious hall, ink paintings are hung on the wall of blue and white textured marble, and the gorgeous and complicated chandelier on the top circulates with clear light.

Under the light, the man was dressed in a dark blue suit and sat on the edge of the milky white dining table, which was full of Chinese breakfast.

Yu Xiaoyu suppressed her heart's trembling, came forward with a free expression and sat opposite the man.

Zhao's mother was slightly surprised by her movements.

After half a year of marriage, the couple did not have many meals at the same table. Every time the young madam carefully avoided the young master perfectly. Why did she sit opposite him today?

A slight noise disturbed the man who was eating. He raised his eyes slightly and stared at the woman sharply.