She clearly knew that the other party was pretentious, but her soft and delicate words kept lingering in her ears, and a small smile kept appearing in front of her eyes. Shen Lang's cold eyes fell on her beautiful, fake face. Still couldn't help but suffocate slightly.
The rough throat rolled up and down.
I just feel an inexplicable itchiness.
Shen Lang couldn't help it in the face of the other party's false and true words. He let her go and followed her will. He finally slowly let go of the jade foot in his palm and went to hold the jade foot. Jade hands.
Unexpectedly, the moment he let go of his hand, he suddenly saw the smiling face beneath him suddenly change, and then, the white and tender feet that had just been freed suddenly moved towards Shen Lang's hand. The tray in the middle was kicked away.
Shen Lang has always been keen on such sudden attacks. However, whether he was confused by the enchanted face of the elf under him or something else, he was in a trance and his reaction was half a beat slower. However, despite this, Relying on a subconscious reaction, he raised his long arm and evaded the attack, still dodging the attack.
However, after getting up and standing firmly, although the serving plate was intact, most of the soup in the tray spilled and splashed.
One of the teacups even overturned, causing tea to overflow.
Shen Lang lowered his eyes and glanced at the messy tray in his hand, then slowly raised his eyes to look at the bed.
Then I saw that the weak and charming person had already rolled back from the edge of the bed to the innermost side of the bed, and was leaning on the innermost side of the bed, looking at him with a proud and resentful look, as if to say: starve to death. I won’t eat your food either!
The look on his face that wanted him to be cut into pieces by a thousand knives was nowhere to be seen as fragile as before.
Looking at the other party's gnashing eyes, and at the mess in his hands, Shen Lang was silent for a moment, and then suddenly raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, and a faint trace of emotion rarely appeared on that handsome and majestic face. Nothing can be done.
However, after only a moment of silence, Shen Lang quickly put the tray in his hand directly on the small table next to the bed, put away all the patience on his face, and pursed the corners of his mouth for a while. As soon as the curtain on the side was brushed, he bent down and propped his arms on the bed. He directly lifted the brocade quilt on Liu Yingying's body and wanted to dig out the person inside.
When Liu Yingying saw this, she screamed and immediately grabbed a soft pillow and threw it at Shen Lang's face. However, despite her efforts to resist, Liu Yingying was weak and was about to be dug out from under the quilt by him. He came out and watched the two people confront each other fiercely. When the fight was in full swing, at this time, an urgent report suddenly came from outside:
"Young Master, Young Master, my cousin... my cousin is here."
It was Wu Yong's voice.
There was a slight hint of anxiety and panic.
As soon as Wu Yong finished speaking, not long after, he heard a voice from outside again, gentle, clear, and full of joy, saying: "I heard that my eldest cousin is sick. Grandma... Grandma specially ordered Ya'er to give birth to my eldest cousin. Brother, bring some soup."
The voice came through the door clearly and unmistakably.
It's Mi Ya'er.
At this time, Shen Lang had dug out Liu Yingying and was about to pick her up and throw her into the bathtub. After this sound, the two people entangled on the bed suddenly stopped.
They all seemed a little startled.
For a long time, Xu Shijiu could not get a response from the room. After a while, he saw Mi Ya'er outside and asked carefully: "Eldest cousin... Is eldest cousin feeling better?"
On the bed, after hearing the gentle voice, Shen Lang was the first to regain his composure. He subconsciously looked at the person in his arms and saw Liu Yingying's look stunned. Then he immediately pulled the brocade quilt and sat up. , wrapped tightly around the body.
Chapter 111
The two of them didn't speak for a long time on the bed, as if they were in a stalemate for a while.
The atmosphere was inexplicably weird.
At this time, there seemed to be a subtle voice coming from outside the main room. Mi Yaer's suspicious and soft voice sounded outside again, but it was not directed at the room. It seemed that she was talking to Wu Yong spoke and said: "Guard Wu, is it true that my cousin is not in the house? Or is he too ill? Didn't he hear it?"
Mi Ya'er asked with a look of suspicion and concern.
Then, there was a faint cough from Wu Yong, his tone was a little weird, and he immediately followed her words: "Well, the young master's whereabouts have always been elusive. At this time, he is usually doing morning exercises or training wolves in the West Courtyard. Maybe he went later. West Courtyard, how about my cousin give these soups, foods and medicines to my subordinates, who will serve them to the young master when he comes back."
Wu Yong said carefully.
Mi Ya'er thought for a moment, then said, "I'd better wait in the house."
After a pause, he added: "Grandma heard that my cousin was sick and was very concerned. Only after I saw her in person could I feel at ease."
With that said, he slowly pushed the door open and entered.
At this time——
"It's no big deal."
In the room, Shen Lang pursed his lips and glanced at Liu Yingying, and finally spoke calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang stood up from the bed. He picked up the belt from the side of the bed and tied it slowly around his waist. He responded lightly and walked slowly towards the outside. Stepped on it.
When he reached the screen, he paused slightly, glanced behind him from one side of his face, and finally walked around the screen with his hands behind his back.
As soon as Shen Lang left, Liu Yingying on the bed bit her lips slightly.
After a long, long time, he finally bit his lip and looked outside the bed.
I don’t know how the man named Shen would deal with this situation.
Should he open the door?
He is the future husband of his cousin Mi Yaer, and their marriage is about to be put on the agenda. Liu Yingying bets that he will not dare to be so unscrupulous, hanging out with other women on the bed in front of his future wife, during the day Pronunciation of prostitution, even if he, Shen Lang, acted recklessly, he would not dare to go so far.
But this idea only flashed in Liu Yingying's mind for a moment, and then quickly dissipated without a trace.
If it were anyone else, he would naturally not be so careless, but if this person were Shen Lang——
Liu Yingying was unsure for a moment.
Although she has not been in the Shen family for a long time, it has been more than two months, and she has a good understanding of the general situation of the Shen family. Shen Lang is not an ordinary son of the Shen family, even the elders, such as Mrs. Shen. Everyone from the eldest master to the younger brothers and sisters of the Shen family respected and feared him. No matter what he wanted to do, Liu Yingying had an inexplicable premonition that no one in the entire huge mansion could do anything to defeat him.
However, this world has never been fair to men and women. Although men have lost their etiquette by sleeping around before getting married, as long as they don't produce children, it is just a romantic affair at most. This world has never been fair to men. Too harsh, and many powerful families will deliberately add two maids to the men's house before getting married to practice adapting in advance.
But for a woman, that is fatal innocence.
If Shen Lang openly opens this door today and she is "caught in bed" by her cousin, there is no doubt that she will be able to break into the house just like Bai Ying'er. Although she behaves badly, she is a concubine. You will definitely not be able to escape your status.
However, being a concubine for Shen Lang——
In terms of status, it is not actually an insult to her.
If a daughter of a mere seventh-grade county magistrate were to be given as a concubine to Mr. Shen Liu like Bai Ying'er, many people would be unwilling to accept it. But if this person were replaced by Shen Lang, there would probably be many people who would succeed her.
The concubine of the eldest grandson of a century-old family and the future successor of the Shen family. If the concubine of such a person is lucky enough to have a son and a half of a daughter in the future, and then tightly captures the concubine, this will happen. Such a huge mountain of gold and silver will definitely get a share of the pie.
However, being a concubine for Shen Lang——
Why are you so unwilling?
What's more, the upright lady in front of her who is loved by thousands of people is standing outside the door at the moment. She was caught and raped in bed by the future mistress. Will she still have a good life in the future?
Liu Yingying quickly ran through her current situation in her mind.
And when he raised his eyes, everything he looked at was completely unfamiliar. Only then did he realize that this was not the secret room from the last two times. He had actually come to Yuqingyuan. His thief nest.
When Liu Yingying raised her eyes and looked around, she saw everything she could see was elegant and quiet. Although the entire bedroom was blocked by a screen, at a glance, it was so spacious. And behind the screen, Shen Lang was already there. He walked to the door and suddenly stopped a step away from the door——
Whether to open it or not, once decided her entire fate.
However, at the moment when her eyes swept across, Liu Yingying's cold eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of cold pride and sharpness.
Why should her fate be in his hands?
Humph, there was a fiancée washing her hands and making soup in front of her, and a beauty warming her bed and serving her in the back. Why should he, a stinky man, take all the benefits?
If this door is opened today, the damage to Mi Ya'er will be obvious, and it will also be a devastating blow to her reputation. Not only will this stinky man take all his beautiful wives and concubines into his pocket, but afterward, perhaps the wives and concubines will still have to pay for it. Fight for him alone, and continue to be jealous.
The two women fought so hard that they were bruised and bruised, but he was the one who got the advantage.
Why?
Thinking like this, almost at the moment when the other party in the distance slightly raised his hand behind his back, Liu Yingying on the bed suddenly lifted the brocade quilt, and then casually took off the snow-white clothes next to the bed. The robe was pulled hard.
The snow-white ice silk fabric flew up in the air, drew a graceful arc, and was draped directly on Liu Yingying's shoulders.
The moment Shen Lang raised his hand and was about to slowly open the main door, a pair of soft, boneless arms suddenly wrapped around his waist without any warning.
He hugged his entire waist with force.
Immediately afterwards, a plump, slightly elastic and soft body instantly pressed against his back.
Shen Lang's tall and mighty body suddenly stopped.
That delicate body was so soft and fragrant, clinging to him tightly, without any gaps. Through a thin layer of fabric, he could even clearly feel every inch of her voluptuous curves.
Not covered inside.
Not even a trace.
Just like that, she pressed tightly against him without reservation.
The corners of Shen Lang's mouth suddenly pursed, and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks suddenly tightened.
After a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and saw two lotus arms wrapped around his waist that were more delicate and white than white lotus roots.
Shen Lang stared at the snow-white patch on his waist, and his strong and strong chest rose and fell violently.
At this moment, separated by a door, there was a huge crowd of people outside the house.
But inside the house, it was so lingering.
After a moment, Shen Lang pursed his lips and calmed down. Finally, he raised his hand slightly and grabbed one of the arms, and was about to pull it out. However, at this moment, the two arms around his waist suddenly loosened. She suddenly let go of his waist, but in the next moment, she touched his bulging chest all the way.
At this moment, although Shen Lang had neatly tidied up his messy clothes, the outer robe was still untied and tightly fixed with a belt.
Those hands, like soft, boneless water snakes, slid in towards his collar without restraint.
In an instant, the neat and tidy clothes were messy again and became loose again.
"Cousin...cousin?"
At this time, outside the house across the door, Mi Ya'er seemed to notice a tall figure stepping toward the door.
The window paper on the carved windows of Yuqing Courtyard is thicker than that of the neighboring courtyards, with silver lines embedded in the middle, which has a light-blocking effect. Therefore, under the early morning light, I can only detect a dark shadow inside the door, but It's not really clear.
Upon closer inspection, it was clear that it had not moved at all, more like an illusion in the naked eye.
Therefore, Mi Ya'er called carefully and tentatively, with a hint of uncertainty in her tone.
But inside the room, the hands seemed to be on fire at this moment. Wherever the fingertips touched, little sparks instantly overflowed, so full that they were about to burn the entire chest in an instant.
The muscles in Shen Lang's cheeks gradually turned from tight to bulging, and the teeth in his cheeks were chewed out at one point.
He pursed his lips and slowly closed his eyes for a time.
After a while, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of the tall and hard nose.
Seeing that the hands were getting more and more excessive and hot, and they were actually sliding down the bulging muscle texture. Just when she was about to succeed, Shen Lang's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his The pair of large iron pliers once again locked her rebellious wrist tightly.
