She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

Han Zheng couldn't help but curl his lips again, and couldn't help but hug her and pull her to sit on his lap, "That shows that we are both excellent."

The servants in the inner room left when they started chatting.

"Being too good is also a kind of trouble——"

"My lady is right..."

The last syllable of the word "yes" disappeared the moment he kissed her soft red lips.

Qiao Zhenzhen likes Han Zheng’s kiss. His kiss is just like him, gentle yet a little domineering.

He liked to hold the back of her head with one hand and take the initiative.

The kiss would only end when he wanted it to.

What Qiao Zhenzhen did was to allow him to be unruly and tolerate him.

She wasn't afraid or submissive, she just liked it that way.

Han Zheng has beautiful lips, smooth and soft, with moderate thickness between the upper and lower lips.

The upper lip represents affection, and a man with a thin upper lip is ruthless.

The lower lip represents desire, and men with thin lower lips have few desires.

Speaking of which, Wei Yunzhi is very good-looking, and can be said to be the most handsome person in this book.

But his upper lip was really thin, which just fits the saying of physiognomy: he looked very ruthless.

For a man like that, the way he treats a person, whether he loves her or not, will be completely different.

However, love is never eternal.

Maybe there was something in some corner that she hadn't seen, but Qiao Zhenzhen never believed it.

She was a little distracted, and Han Zheng sensed it and felt a little dissatisfied. He didn't say anything, but expressed it through his actions.

Lifting up her skirt, his big, thick hands reached in from below...

Qiao Zhenzhen shuddered and whimpered. She could no longer hold the book in her hand and it fell onto the couch.

Two slender arms subconsciously clung to the man.

She really wanted to say that there were many servants waiting outside the room, and it was time to have dinner instead of eating her first.

But she didn't get the chance to say it.

Han Zheng untied his belt at the same time, and it was clear what he wanted to do.

It is getting autumn outside and almost the beginning of winter, but it is still spring inside.

The two of them, dressed neatly, engaged in an indescribable physical exchange, but it was not very useful, with Qiao Zhenzhen on top.

When the man was released, he seemed to feel a little too out of control.

He held his wife in his arms and hugged her tightly.

Qiao Zhenzhen panted slightly and buried her head in his shoulder shyly, unable to look him in the eye.

After a while, when she calmed down a little, Han Zheng patted her on the back a few times and said, "Are you hungry? Do you want to have dinner first?"

There was a little sweat on Qiao Zhenzhen's forehead, some beads of sweat slid down her temples, a few strands of hair were messy, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

"Are you still not full? I am."

What a pun.

Han Zheng was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "I'm not full yet, why not continue?"

After hearing this, Qiao Zhenzhen couldn't help but pat his sturdy arm and said, "You won't even eat the food you made for this kind of thing. If this gets out, you'll be laughed at to death."

"Who dares to spread rumors about what happened in the master's room?"

Han Zheng pinched her chin and forced her to look at him.

He also gave her a few extremely gentle kisses on her lips which were slightly swollen from being kissed.

Qiao Zhenzhen turned her head to avoid it, but was restrained by his palm.

The gentle kiss turned into a strong one, kissing her thoroughly.

As they kissed, the atmosphere changed. His warm lips moved to the side of her neck and he took her small earlobe into his mouth.

As a result, Han Zheng reacted again.

Qiao Zhenzhen pretended to be angry, "Are you done yet?"

"Of course it's about Zhen Er—"

Han Zheng laughed, holding up Qiao Zhenzhen's hips and standing up, his movements were extremely easy.

He took a few steps and moved the battlefield to the bed.

Pull down the bed curtain.

The pink curtain fell, concealing the lingering and sad feelings.

This absurdity lasted for a long time.

The servants in Suiyuan were all well-trained. As long as the master did not say anything, no one would be so tactless as to urge them.

By the time the two finished their shower and sat down at the dining table, it was already half past ten.

Han Zheng waved his hand and asked the servants to leave.

Then he pulled Qiao Zhenzhen into his arms, and the two of them fed her one mouthful at a time, even more affectionate than their first few days of marriage.

However, this peaceful life would not last long due to certain people and events.

One day, Han Jun heard some gossip outside, so he found Han Zheng and told him about Mo Yuying's secret meeting with Wei Yun at Furong Restaurant.

He was filled with righteous indignation when he said this, as if his wife had done something unspeakable behind his back.

Han Zheng was calm when he heard this, and he even taught Han Jun a lesson not to believe everything he heard, as spreading rumors would damage the reputation of the Han family, especially the reputation of women. He should be extremely careful.

"Who told you these words?" he asked finally.

Han Jun hesitated, "I was having dinner with someone in the... building, and when I passed by a private room, I heard someone inside say this. I don't know who it was."

Seeing that he couldn't make any sense, Han Zheng sent him away.

He turned around and told Qingfeng, "Go find out what's going on."

Qingfeng agreed and left.

Han Zheng went to the study in the outer courtyard of Suiyuan.

After waiting for a long time, Qingfeng came back and reported to him, "It was the day when County Lady Shenghua was executed, and the eldest lady booked a private room in Furong Tower."

He glanced at Han Zheng's face and continued, "Someone saw Master Wei appear there as well."

There was no emotion on Han Zhengjun's face, he just nodded lightly.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence..." Qingfeng wanted to help explain, "Grandma..."

But Han Zheng had already stood up.

"Go check again to see if the two of them have ever been alone together."

Qingfeng stopped talking and bowed, "Yes."

Han Zheng walked towards the inner courtyard with a cold face. No one dared to come forward to greet him along the way.

Returning to the main courtyard, he entered the inner room.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, he went to the study, but still didn't find anyone.

He said to Chengying who was following behind him: "Go ask where the grandmother has gone?"

Chengying bowed and ran back after a while, "Grandma went to Liuxiangyuan. She went there after you left. She didn't come back at noon, so she should still be there now."

Liuxiangyuan is the courtyard rebuilt for Xie Qian after the previous two-story embroidery building was demolished.

Han Zheng nodded.

"Do you need your men to go to Liuxiangyuan to find the grandmother?"

"No need." Han Zheng waved his hand, wanting to send people away, but after a pause, he ordered, "Go and get a pot of wine."

Chengying should step down.

When Qiao Zhenzhen came back, what she saw was Han Zheng sitting alone on the couch, drinking by himself.

He looked normal, but there was a chilling aura emanating from his body that seemed to keep strangers away.

fresh.

He has behaved like this since the beginning of his acquaintance with Han Zheng.

Qiao Zhenzhen hadn't seen Han Zheng in such an emotional state for a long time.

Especially in the past two months after getting married, he gave people a sweet atmosphere of being in love almost every moment.

So she initially guessed that it was work-related, but then she quickly thought about it and denied it.

Han Zheng never brought back emotions from work, or rather, since his transfer, everything has been relatively smooth and he has been appreciated by his superiors.