Song Wanning pouted, put down the cake, and squatted in front of He Yuzhang.
"Brother-in-law, don't be so heartless."
"How about the proposal I told you yesterday?"
Seeing the man closing his eyes and saying nothing, Song Wanning continued to analyze.
"Everyone in the Hou Mansion hopes that you will fall into the world of mortals. If you drive me out today, tomorrow my eldest sister will be able to bring in a concubine from the Song family."
"Brother-in-law, just leave me in the room for a while every day. Not only will you be relieved of your troubles, I will also have an explanation for my sister-in-law."
Hearing this, the man's cold eyes opened and stared at the woman's pretty face.
He looked sternly and said, "This is just looking at flowers in the mirror."
After finishing his words, he closed his eyes again, blocking out the troubles of the world.
Picking flowers in the mirror.
Song Wanning curled her lips, didn't it mean that her efforts would be in vain and her efforts would be in vain.
If she couldn't find a way to stay in his room longer, Song Qingyi would definitely treat her as an abandoned child.
What should I do with my little brother’s illness at that time?
“Don’t be afraid, where there is a will, there is a way.”
Song Wan Ning showed a sweet smile, stood up, returned to the table, sat down, picked up a piece of pastry, and looked at the meditating person.
"Brother-in-law, do you want to have one? It's so sweet."
After a while, the man didn't respond, and Song Wan Ning didn't say anything more and just tasted the cakes.
As long as she can stay here.
"Ahem."
This pastry was a bit choking. Song Wanning covered her mouth and coughed twice. She looked at the man and frowned in dissatisfaction.
It obviously disturbed him.
Song Wanning could only quietly pick up the teapot next to her and drink it.
It eased a little later.
only……
Why is this tea a bit spicy?
Why are there some ghost images of the things in front of me, and my head feels dizzy.
Song Wan Ning pinched her eyebrows and shook her head. She felt more and more uncomfortable. She staggered up and stumbled forward. Suddenly, her feet felt weak and she fell into a warm embrace.
"stand up!"
He Yuzhang looked at the woman lying in his arms, his face darkened, and he said in a deep voice with dissatisfaction.
"Haha, there are so many people, who are you?"
The woman's eyes were blurred, and there was a naive smile on the corner of her mouth. There was a hint of wine in the strange fragrance.
drunk?
He Yuzhang frowned and looked up at the teapot on the table, his heart as cold as frost.
Afraid that he wouldn't crack it, these people even replaced his tea with wine!
"Who are you?" Song Wanning stood up, slipped her hand, and pushed the man to the ground.
She sat down on the man.
Due to some tossing, the woman's clothes in front came loose, revealing the plump white flesh underneath.
The woman lowered her body, and the white flesh was right against the man's face.
The alluring fragrance filled the man.
He Yuzhang quickly closed his eyes and clenched the beads in his hand.
Amitabha!
Color is emptiness, emptiness is color!
The woman's eyes were blurry and she said with a smile, "You are so good-looking."
Song Wanning's head was so dizzy that she had no idea what she was doing. She just felt that the person in front of her was very handsome, so she couldn't help but reach out and pinch his cheek.
It's soft and easy to pinch.
He Yuzhang:......
"Song Wanning, get out of here!"
He Yuzhang suddenly felt angry, stretched out his hand to push the woman away, and pinched the prayer beads in his hand with a sullen face.
He shouldn't trust this woman to stay honest.
I was meditating and chanting sutras to clear away the distracting thoughts in my mind, when suddenly a cub-like whimpering came from my ears.
He Yuzhang stared at the woman curled up on the ground, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Could it be that he just used too much force and hurt her?
"Song Wan Ning?"
He Yuzhang reached out to pull her, and when he saw her tears, his heart trembled.
Could it be that he was really hurt?
Suddenly, his big hand was held by a pair of small white hands.
The woman closed her eyes and sobbed, "Mother, I miss you, mother."
"Mom, Ning'er hurts so much, it hurts so much..."
He Yuzhang stared deeply and wanted to take his hand away, but the other party pulled him tighter.
She held his hand and put it on his chest.
"Mom, please rub Ning'er, Ning'er really hurts."
He Yuzhang felt his body stiffen. The skin under his big hands was white, tender and smooth. It felt as soft as cotton, making people want to sink into it.
The woman held her big hand firmly, and the calluses on her fingertips left by years of stirring the beads seemed to scratch the white and tender skin.
He never knew that a woman's body could be so soft.
"Bang!"
The wooden fish at his feet was kicked away by the woman. The sound made He Yuzhang suddenly come back to his senses and pull out his big hand.
Standing aside with a red face, his chest heaved hard twice.
Hold the prayer beads in your hand and move them quickly.
Sin! Sin!
Amitabha……
After a while, he opened his eyes again, his eyes were cold, he turned to look at the woman, and shouted coldly, "Here comes someone!"
