Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

The tip of my nose lingers with a faint scent of camellia. When I opened my eyes, I was far away from the yard full of right and wrong.

Hu Laogui was hanging upside down on the grape trellis not far away, and he was still snoring, thinking that he was extremely exhausted.

Seeing me wake up, Su Han put down the scroll in his hand, and walked towards me slowly, the afternoon sun made his figure stretched out, for some reason, every time I see him, I always have the feeling of seeing a fairy .

That kind of clean and dust-free, is obviously peerless, but it doesn't give birth to any sense of blasphemy.

"Xiao Anzhi, why are you looking at me like that? Is there a flower on my face?" Su Han smiled, sat on the edge of the bed, and suddenly reached out to touch my head.

"You are prettier than flowers!" I admired sincerely, saying that many beauties cannot be seen carefully, but the man in front of me is different. The closer you are, the more you will find that Su Han is perfect. In other words, it is 360 degrees without dead ends.

"Oh? It seems that I am so beautiful in Xiao Anzhi's heart. How about you and me?" He was talking, and his hands had already brushed my hair, which was messy like dry grass due to sleeping. Under the gentle caress, I became obedient and scattered behind me naturally.

This kind of action was too ambiguous, my face was burning red, and I wanted to hide subconsciously, but he half-threateningly whispered in my ear: "Don't move, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will do anything else!"

I froze, straightened my head and let him fiddle with it, greedily wanting to hear something about Qin Luo from him.

It's just that he didn't say a word from combing his hair to finishing his meal. He just told me that the old man in the mysterious yard was a relative from a distant place.

"Is this your hospital?" I looked at the surrounding environment, landscape paintings, bamboo chairs, grape trellises.

There is also a guqin under the shelf, and an incense burner is lit next to it.

Curly blue smoke rises, like a clear stream in the heart.

"No, this is also one of my residences, not far from yours!"

Su Han smiled, pulled me to sit in front of Guqin, and brought me a pot of chrysanthemum water and a hot towel.

"Would you like to play it? This is one of the top ten guqins?" He said a temptation that I couldn't refuse for the time being.

I wiped my hands, lighted the incense, and passed the strings carefully.

With a light pluck, the strings trembled, causing ripples.

I closed my eyes, emptied my heart, and started my own performance.

I don’t know if it is the piano that drives me, or the music can infect people. At this moment, my heart is more silent than ever. It seems that I am not in a certain corner of Yanjing, but quiet in the empty valley of Orchid.

I play the qin, and the qin accompanies me.

A song "Drunk Fisherman Sings Evening" flows from the fingertips, which is especially suitable for this evening.

The picture seems to be frozen for me, the man in the afterglow, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, somehow he took out a jade flute and put it next to his mouth.

"The bright moon is too empty to take the same picture, the family is full of taboos, the morning is indifferent, and the morning market is busy with drunken eyes, and the mist is old, who can cause leisure troubles."

Su Han's deep voice was sexy, and Zhang Zhongzong's words spit out from his mouth.

At the end of the song, I stopped, and he turned and sat beside me, his eyes were speechless.

One thing I have to admit is that I participated in a lot of performances when I was young, but it was Su Han who could really cooperate with me so tacitly.

My heart is a little complicated. It is said that the sound of the piano can convey a person's state of mind.

Why is his heart so stagnant, it seems that no matter how many waves there are, there will be no waves.

"Hey, if you like it, I'll give you this piano."

As Su Han said, a piece of red silk floated out from his cuff, wrapped the piano on the couch in it, took out another jade box, and put it in carefully.

It would be a lie to say that you are not tempted. No one who learns a musical instrument does not hope that he can have a good musical instrument.

But if I accept it, how can I deal with myself in front of Qin Luo?

"An Zhi, the future is so far away, why do you always think so much?" Su Han sighed, picked up Qin for me, and handed it to Hu Youcai who was still dozing off.

"I, Qin Luo, does he like me?"

I looked around in a daze, as if I was asking Su Han, or myself.

If he liked it, why didn't he say anything, but if he didn't like it, why did he act so indifferent, even when I was in crisis, it was Su Han who appeared?
Is my heart too simple, or is the man in front of me too scheming?
Feeling helpless all over my body, I tugged at the corner of Su Han's clothes, and stopped thinking about who is right and who is wrong.

"I want to go back, where is the door."

"I'll send you off, just because I have something to look for Qin Luo." Su Han casually took a cloak and put it on my shoulders.

Facing the air for a few steps, I only felt the wind rise on my cheeks, and when I came back to my senses, I was already standing on the side of the busy street.

Diagonally opposite is Grandpa's tailor shop, and a group of people are coming out of it carrying the coffin.

Grandpa stood by the door with his hands behind his back, looking at them expressionlessly. To him, those were just passers-by.

"You really have houses everywhere." We walked side by side on the street, and he kept the Guqin and the piano stand in Jiezi Space.

Su Han turned around: "What? Is Xiao Anzhi so excited? Are you ready to follow me? Marry me, and all the houses under my name can be signed!"

I couldn't help laughing, when did I become so valuable.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, he saw Qin Luo coming out of the Rolls-Royce Phantom with a black briefcase in his hand.

"How can you be with him every time?" Qin Luo looked at me with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

My heart panicked all of a sudden, and I was about to explain, but Su Han put his hand on my shoulder, sent me forward, and fell directly into Qin Luo's arms.

His body was still ice-cold, and I felt like I was going to be out of breath because of the strangled hands.

"This is fate! Go upstairs. Do you want me to report to you here?" Seeing Qin Luo's darkening face, Su Han smiled brightly, turned and walked upstairs by himself.

Qin Luo snorted coldly, lowered his head and stared at me, tapped his toes lightly, and in the next second I had already returned to my room.

Recently, I just flashed in when I entered the house. I didn’t even need to get the keys. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad. Fortunately, there are few people in the community and there is no surveillance. Otherwise, I might have been arrested and taken to the laboratory.

I was thrown on the bed like a bundle, and the man took off his coat in front of me and put on his red robe.

"Stay in the house, we'll settle the score later!"

After he left a word, he turned around and went out. He seemed to have made a formation on the door, but I couldn't hear a sound.

Only Hu Laogui was left holding the piano box and giggling in the air.

"Don't hold it, just put it on the table."

I couldn't get out at all, I put the piano in front of the window sill, and it was completely dark at this moment.

The smog in Yanjing is severe, and there are basically no stars to be seen. I thought about it for a while, and suddenly came to inspiration.

I dug out the drawing board that had been in the corner for many years, and I started to graffiti on the window.

At some point, Qin Luo stood behind me, and when I turned around, I met that frosty expression.

"Gu Anzhi, are you free?"

"Ah?" I hurriedly put down the paintbrush, not knowing what to say, Qin Luo's face was enlarged in my eyes, and the examining eyes were like sharp swords, bit by bit tearing away my strong disguise.

"If you're not free, why do you always get so close to Yan Jun? Have you forgotten that you are the queen of Hades, not Mrs. Yan Jun!"

His voice was cold, so cold that I wondered if he really cared.

"We're not married yet." I defended in a low voice, not knowing where I got the courage from.

"So? Are you planning to cuckold this king? You can do whatever you want without getting married?"

Qin Luo's voice was getting higher and higher, but the temperature in the room was getting lower and lower.

The old Hu ghosts in the air were all frozen, and they froze into a strange expression. It looked like they were trying to slip away, but they didn't succeed. Their legs had already stepped out of the window, but their heads were still inside.

"I do not have!"

"Didn't he stay with you for two consecutive nights? You said you met in the mall yesterday, so what about today? Are you off the night shift? You just came back now?"

"I"

"Lord Pluto!" The old ghost by the window couldn't stand it any longer, and wanted to explain it to me, but unexpectedly, it happened to be on the muzzle of a gun.

Qin Luo slapped me and sent me downstairs. When he got up from the ground, he only dared to show his head on the edge of the window, and gestured to me with a helpless expression.

"I'm here today because of going"

"What are you going to do? I don't want to hear an explanation. All I know is that this king is very angry and hungry now."

Qin Luo pinched my waist domineeringly, and gnawed viciously on my shoulder.

"I'm going to cook for you when I'm hungry." His shoulder was bitten fiercely by him, and he felt that his bones were about to break, but there was no trace of a trace on his body.

"Don't worry, this king likes to eat people first, then food!"

His figure is like a ghost, accompanied by his hand, sweeping all my mind.

I don't know if it was for punishment, or he was really "hungry" too much.

I just felt that my whole body began to lose control, and the tears wet the pillow along the corners of my eyes.

It's a pity that my grievances and tears did not make the man's movements on my body show such a trace of tenderness.

On the contrary, his brows were frowned, and his tone became more and more indifferent: "Gu Anzhi, do you feel wronged to be with me?"

"I"

I wanted to argue, but his hand tapped my dumb point first, I opened my mouth, but I could only whimper.

That expressionless and peerless face became more and more cold.

The voice was extremely clear and cold: "I am wronged, you have to bear with me!"

"Gu Anzhi! Even if you are wiped out, as long as I want to, you have to appear in my coffin! My name is also on the soul!"