Xie Fu took the red sign off his face and asked, "What is this?"
Du Zhiwei lowered his head in shame and whispered: "My benefactor, please give it back to me."
His heart was pounding, and he was always worried that he was going to put it on the tip of his nose and take a sip. Before Xie Fu could react, he reached out and snatched the thing away, and quickly ran away with a blushing face.
In a short time, all the little ladies in the yard ran away, taking the spring away with them, and the depression of late winter returned to the yard.
Xie Fu laughed at himself: "I really shouldn't have appeared."
His eyes suddenly focused, and there was one piece left on the clothes drying pole in the yard. It was Bai whom he fell in love with at first glance.
The clothes are like a touch of clear soft water, and the trousers are like a small white flower. The clothes and trousers are intertwined gracefully, and in the halo of this moment, the white silk is shining and the silk is hazy.
Xie Fu stretched out his hand and pinched the hem of his trousers with his two fingers, as if admiring flowers. The warm and jade-like silk and satin were like real petals, and the rough Suzhou embroidery had a somewhat three-dimensional texture, as if the clothes were already on the body and the person was already in front of him. …
Gu Xianting and Xiu'er came back from praying and offering incense. They worshiped Guanyin, hoping that the Bodhisattva would send her a fat and white boy. They also prayed for the safety of their husbands.
Gu Xianting is a very religious person. Even Xiuer joked that if the Bodhisattva knew that he had such a devout disciple, all his wishes would be fulfilled.
As soon as the two of them stood in the yard, they saw Xie Fu standing in front of the clothes rack, playing with the woman's clothes hanging on the pole.
Xiu'er screamed and was about to cry out. Gu Xianting hurriedly reached out and covered Xiu'er's mouth.
Xiu'er immediately realized that this man was the lady's legitimate husband. Let alone playing with clothes, he was just playing with the lady...
Seeing that the shy young lady's silk clothes were being admired and her face was already blushing, Xiu'er softened her embarrassment and smiled: "I thought he was some reckless thief who dared to care about your underwear, young lady. I won't let him go." Di Zhengfa turns out to be my uncle, so it doesn’t matter."
Gu Xianting smiled lightly. She and Xie Fu were already very close, but this kind of closeness was limited to the couple's privacy. She was still embarrassed in front of Xiu'er, a personal maid.
Seeing that the lady was silent, Xiuer said, "Miss, what should we do now?"
What else can be done? Isn't it possible to encounter such an embarrassing and embarrassing scene? Let's wait.
When he gets tired of playing, has had enough...
He glanced at it and saw Fu Xie holding the edge of the embroidery with two fingers, lowering his head and taking a sip.
This sniff made Gu Xianting's heart tremble, her face felt hot, and her heart beat violently. She felt that what Xie Fu was sniffing was not her clothes, but her person.
I can't see anything clearly from this angle, but I can just see the laces of the little white flowers rippling shamelessly in the evening breeze...
Mr. Xie is a person with artistic taste. He is very delicate about flowers, trees, landscapes, calligraphy and paintings. At this moment, it is like smelling the fragrance of flowers, a sweet and dense fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose. It is even more intoxicating to taste the flowers.
Xiu'er also saw it, and such behavior seemed a bit obscene in any situation, and she let out a look of disgust.
After his true feelings were revealed, he quickly came to his senses and laughed in a low voice: "How much do you miss me, young lady? I am so attached to your clothes, young lady, and I miss you even more."
These words made Gu Xianting feel sweet in her heart. Last night, her husband came straight into her room right after he came back in the middle of the night. You can imagine how much she misses her.
Silly husband, the people of Xianting are here. If you want to smell Xianting, you can smell Xianting. Why bother to take clothes away from others.
Looking at this from a distance, my heart suddenly felt strange. I could only feel my husband's breath blowing on my cheeks and temples, and the hot breath was sultry.
Xiu'er whispered: "Miss, look."
Only then did Gu Xianting realize that the maids in the inner house were hiding in corners, behind doors, or lying under window lattice, watching furtively.
This made her feel that all the couple's good deeds were being appreciated by outsiders, and a ball of fire burned her beautiful cheeks red.
My husband, everyone is peeping at you. If you do something outrageous, you will be embarrassed, and the fairy court will be embarrassed as well.
The more Gu Xianting wanted to stop Xie Fu, but Xie Fu looked intoxicated, as if he was savoring some delicious food, or sniffing the fairy tea.
Xiu'er couldn't spit out the ivory again: "I'm almost dirty by him."
sweat! Gu Xianting's eyebrows were covered with large beads of sweat. He didn't care whether he bumped into him or not, and quickly approached him.
When Fu Xie heard the footsteps behind him, he turned around and said happily: "Immortal Court."
"Hey, why are you blushing and sweating profusely?"
As Fu Xie spoke, he gently wiped Gu Xianting's sweat. His fingertips brushed against his temples, which made Gu Xianting tremble like an electric shock. He secretly exclaimed: "Ms. sir, it was you, you did it. It makes Xianting so embarrassed." My head is sweating profusely.”
"Son."
Seeing that Xie Fu ignored him, Xiu'er called out respectfully. Although she was quite critical of Xie Fu in her heart, she had to do a good job on the surface.
Of course, my heart is also towards this uncle. The more you care about someone, the more you can't help but say a few words.
But Xie Fu lectured: "Xiu'er, how can you let your lady do heavy work?"
Xiu'er was stunned for a moment, then she was happy instead of angry, and said with a smile: "How dare I let the young lady do heavy work?"
"Why are you sweating profusely and your face is red in the middle of winter?"
These words made Gu Xianting look embarrassed. Is it so obvious? Seeing that Xiu'er was about to answer, she quickly said, "Ms. sir, it's nothing. It's just that I was in a hurry when I came back and walked a little faster."
"Oh, where did you go?"
Xiu'er rushed to answer: "I went to pray for blessings and burn incense."
Only then did Xie Fu notice that Xiu'er was holding a basket in her hand. There were incense, candles, offerings and other items in the basket.
Xiu'er asked again: "Master, don't you want to know what blessings the young lady prays for and what wishes she makes?"
Xie Fu glanced at Gu Xianting, and a wisp of winter vanilla gentleness hit his face, and his tired heart was instantly filled with happiness.
He is cheating on each other and working hard outside, but when he comes home, there is always someone who comes with the spring breeze, and there is always someone who wraps you up with warmth, so that you don't have to worry about trivial matters and can sit back and relax. This is probably the feeling of home.
This is his home. He looked at his good Xianting and his wife with gentle eyes, and said: "I think Xianting will pray that I will be safe and smooth, and that there will be no disasters."
Gu Xianting smiled gently, shouldn't the wife protect her husband?
Xiuer also looked like you guessed it.
Xie Fu continued: "But Xianting must have forgotten to pray for herself. My Xianting always only thinks about others." As he spoke, Xie Fu felt a little sorry for her.
Xiu'er said, "Sir, you said it wrong this time. The lady also prayed for herself."
"Yeah!"
Xie Fu always smiled and remained calm no matter how big or small he was. Now that he heard Xianting praying for him, his excitement was obvious.
"Ah, my silly wife has finally figured it out. My husband, you don't need to worry. I just hope that Xianting will be well and will be well forever."
"Yes, the young lady prays to the Bodhisattva to give birth to a big fat boy next year."
Xie Fu was stunned for a moment, but Gu Xianting blushed and said angrily: "Xiu'er, why do you say everything?"
"Miss, you are no longer a young girl. We ask the Bodhisattva for a son. There is nothing shameful about it. If there is no movement in the stomach, then..."
Xiu'er said, holding back, for fear of hurting the young lady's heart, she turned to Fu Xie, and said with a strange voice: "You can sell wheat like this, and grow rice to grow rice. If this kind of seeds shrivel, no matter how good the soil is, it will be useless." It’s also desolate.”
Ten people could hear the implication of these words, saying that Xie Fu is useless.
Often this kind of thing is attributed to a woman's weak stomach, but Xiu'er is really good at favoring her own young lady too much.
Xianting said in a deep voice: "Xiu'er! You are talking nonsense again."
Xie Fu didn't care at all what Xiu'er said. If this person had a sense of inferiority between master and servant, he would be very different. Everything he said was polite and lies. Xiu'er at this moment is the real Xiu'er.
Moreover, he just hopes that Xiu'er can favor Gu Xianting unconditionally and without reason. From this point of view, Xiu'er, a personal maid, is too qualified.
This time Xie Fu wants to stand by Xiu'er's side, lest Xianting train her every day and destroy Xiu'er's protective spirit.
"Xiu'er is right, it's because my husband is bad and he is too useless."
Xiu'er saw that Xie Fu not only did not blame him, but instead stood on her side and spoke, she sighed in her heart, where can I find such an uncle? Xiu'er, I can be regarded as a maid who abides by my duty. In front of you, I have become unruly and willful. typical.
Brother-in-law, uncle, can you be a bit bad? Xiu'er is so embarrassed that you are so reasonable.
Gu Xianting said angrily: "Ms. sir, what are you talking nonsense about?"
Xie Fu chuckled: "Xianting, can you call me a waste to relieve your anger?"
"My husband is not a waste."
As he spoke, Gu Xianting remembered what Fu Xie had said about the meaning of the word "trash" in the relationship between husband and wife, and punched Fu Xie on the chest coquettishly.
This punch made Xie Fu's heart beat so hard that he couldn't help but hug her waist.
Gu Xianting didn't know what was going on, but her pretty body had already crashed into his chest.
"Xianting, sir, please work harder, okay?"
The man's breath filled her pretty face, Gu Xianting leaned against his shoulder, curled her lips and revealed a sly smile, and whispered in her ear: "Trash."
These two words are both provocative and encouraging.
Especially when spoken from the dignified Xianting's mouth, it sounded as beautiful as the sound of a fairy.
Xie Fu felt that he had instantly transformed into a god and demon, powerful enough to destroy the world.
Seeing the two of them showing off their affection in public, Xiuer kindly reminded them, "Miss, you are in the courtyard, not in the room."
Gu Xianting suddenly woke up, shyly walked away, and suddenly turned back: "Xiu'er, put the things away."
"oh."
Xie Fu saw Xiu'er put away the little white flowers and said in surprise: "This is from Xianting."
Xiu'er asked back, "Don't you know, Master?"
"I'm asking you because I don't know."
"Then you were acting recklessly just now!"
Xie Fu chuckled: "It doesn't matter if it's yours."
Xiu'er was as anxious as a monkey and jumped up from the ground: "Who told you it doesn't matter!"
Gu Xianting hid back in the house, and Xie Fu followed him in.
The halo of dusk shines into the house through the window lattice, like a warm red light.
The wife's back is graceful with a slender waist and pretty back.
What Xie Fu saw for a moment seemed to be a graceful lady.
Let me explain to book friends who don’t know the inside story the reason for the interruption in the past few days. My father, mother, and two children were involved in a car accident. They have been in the hospital since they arrived at the scene and have not returned home.
The book friends in the group know the situation, so let’s tell the book friends who are not in the group.
(End of chapter)
