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Shuangming came out of the ear room and said respectfully: "Miss Song, the master has gone to the yard of Master Rong. I don't want you to follow me!"

"Miss Song, wait a moment, I'll go find the young master!"

It is not convenient for Song Xiang to go to Rong Qiuli's yard. After all, Rong Qiuli is still unmarried and cannot meet his daughter.

When Shuang Ming passed by, the three of them were chatting awkwardly: "Sir, Miss Song is here!"

When Jiang Qingyan heard this, he couldn't wait to get up. When he saw Luo Yijian and Rong Qiuli looking at him intently, he belatedly apologized and said: "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and lost my etiquette. Don't blame me, two gentlemen!"

Luo Yijian said with some sadness: "Young Master Jiang and Miss Song have such a good relationship!"

Jiang Qingyan smiled lightly: "It's just an ordinary wife and husband getting along."

He said goodbye to the two of them, walked out of the room quickly, and went to the living room in a hurry.

"Qiu Li, Mr. Jiang has an extraordinary bearing. Do you know where he is from?"

Rong Qiuli said softly: "You'd better not ask about his origins, it will be of no use to you."

Luo Yijian was full of questions and could only endure it.

When Jiang Qingyan arrived at the guest house, he saw Song Xiang playing with a pot of asparagus, so he stepped forward lightly, put his arms around her waist and said, "My wife, why are you here so early today?"

Song Xiang said angrily: "I finally met you, how could I sleep there? Of course I came to see you as soon as I got up!"

"My wife is so considerate to me, I am very satisfied!"

Song Xiang was not very happy, she curled her lips and said, "My mother-in-law has just forced me to pursue Mr. Shen again. Ayan, please help me think of a way. What should I do?"

When Jiang Qingyan heard Song Xiang's complaint, his face darkened: "I discussed this matter with my mother yesterday, but she has already made up her mind and doesn't allow me to comment!"

"My wife, I don't want you to bring in a side husband to take away my love and weaken our friendship. It's just that the Shen family is very helpful in investigating the case, and my mother will not let go!"

Jiang Qingyan sighed and buried his head in the crook of Song Xiang's neck: "This matter is of great importance. If it really doesn't work, my wife, just accept it!"

"Hmm..." Song Xiang said with a sigh, "My mother-in-law is threatening me with our marriage, how can I not respond!"

Jiang Qingyan's eyes flashed, and he said guiltily: "My wife, my mother has no bad intentions, but the investigation of the case has been bothering her, making her inevitably act in a hurry..."

"Do not be angry…"

Song Xiang shook his head and said: "I'm not angry. It's not me who suffers after all. I just feel sorry for you!"

"Not only do you have to serve a wife together, but you also have to endure many grievances!"

"Master Wife!" Jiang Qingyan turned his head, kissed Song Xiang's earlobe, and said hoarsely, "With your words, I am content. I don't care about those trivial grievances."

Song Xiang was still a little ashamed and said: "What I said to you in Fengbian before was just out of sadness and I didn't choose to say it!"

"Nong Yue and Feng Mian are inextricably linked to me. Wei Tingxun is lonely and helpless, and Lu Zechuan has an obsession with me because of his childhood jokes. He escaped from marriage and traveled through mountains and rivers to get to Fucheng. If I don't take responsibility for them, Responsibility, if I only marry you, my conscience will never be at peace!"

"Ayan, thank you for understanding me. You have been wronged!"

Jiang Qingyan's breathing became heavier. He bit Song Xiang's earlobe with a vague look in his eyes: "My wife, please don't say anything about yourself. Since I left Fengbian, I haven't wanted to reunite with you every day. Now I finally see you." , why would you care about what has already happened?”

"I miss you, my dear wife..." His voice was almost soft, "Please have me!"

Song Xiang was sucked by him, and her whole body was already hot with kisses. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she turned around and pulled him to the bed.

But Jiang Qingyan couldn't wait any longer. He picked up Song Xiang and took a few steps to the couch. He put her on the couch and covered her up.

Broken low moans sounded intermittently, and scorching body temperature spread between the two.

Song Xiang was no longer depressed, and regardless of the messy hair on his temples, he pulled off his clothes and rushed forward.

The leather shoes fell off with a sound, and the exquisite robe fell to the floor.

Jiang Qingyan stroked his inner garment with his hands, holding a handful of warm and soft clothes, which were placed on Song Xiang's waist. He loosened his shin coat and lightly lifted a jade foot. The peaks of Wushan Mountain were fighting fiercely from inside the mandarin duck quilt, and the waves were rolling. .

Bewildered and breathless for a while.

The fragrant sweat is thin, the eyes are hazy, the push is crazy, and the overlapping is wanton.

For a moment I didn’t know if I was in a dream or outside.

An hour later, the clouds cleared and the rain dispersed.

Jiang Qingyan lazily leaned against Song Xiang's body and whispered into her ear to seduce: "My wife, please call me good brother~"

"Good brother~"

"Master Wife, compared with several other husbands, is your husband still inferior?"

Song Xiang pinched his red fruit as big as a peppercorn and said charmingly: "I am holding Young Master Keyi in my arms, how can I still think of others?"

"What if my husband has to let you tell me?"

Song Xiang thought about it seriously, observed Jiang Qingyan's face, and said with a guilty conscience: "I have only done this with Shu Xing and Feng Mian once, so how could I know the fun in it? Ayan, you don't want to It’s embarrassing for me…”

"Listening to what you said, am I the only one who has done the most with you?" Jiang Qingyan raised the corners of his lips and asked with satisfaction, "Then who am I to you?"

Song Xiang stretched out two hands that were thinner than onions, licked his lips and said: "The second..."

"Then the first one is the young master who abandoned you?"

Song Xiang nodded and said hurriedly: "Ayan, please don't mention them?"

She put her lips together to seal his unspoken words.

After a moment, Jiang Qingyan clicked his tongue and said, "I'm not jealous, my wife doesn't have to be like this."

"But if the wife takes the initiative, I will be very happy!" As he said this, he moved and put his cheek against Song Xiang's pink cheeks, doing the harmonious thing again.

Half an hour later, Jiang Qingyan said with a sense of relief: "My wife, I couldn't get enough of you before, but now I feel particularly happy."

Song Xiang didn't even bother to raise her arms. When she spoke, her voice had a soft tone: "You are such a bastard, are you going to try it again?"

"Taste it!"

"Ayan, you must not abandon me from now on!" Song Xiang said with worry in his heart, "My mother-in-law has always disliked my background and fame. If you wait until you return to Kyoto, she will find an identity for you. A very tall wife, I will die of discomfort!"

"Ayan, don't leave me, okay?"

If the case was investigated during this trip, Jiang Lan would never leave his son to accompany Song Xiang, and would definitely take him to the capital. If the wife and husband separated again, it would be difficult to see each other again.

Thinking of this, Song Xiang felt extremely frightened.

Jiang Qingyan hugged Song Xiang and comforted her gently: "I will ask my mother to let me stay here with you!"

"Master Wife, I heard from Mother that you are going back to Fengbian alone. Remember to bring your swaddling clothes with you when you come back. I want to ask Mother to check your identity!"