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

The first snow of this winter came a little late.

The temperature dropped sharply. Han Zheng was around on weekdays. He was as hot as a stove and liked to hold Qiao Zhenzhen in his arms when she slept. So as a southerner, she felt that this winter was stronger than last year overall.

But today, Han Zheng was invited by a colleague to attend a birthday party.

He himself was born in September.

In this era, when the mother is still alive, she generally does not celebrate her birthday, because the child’s birthday is also the mother’s suffering day.

When he was young, Lin would personally cook a bowl of longevity noodles for him.

Later, when Aunt Lan came into being, Lin was so focused on dealing with this favored concubine that she neglected a lot of her daughter and son.

Now that Han Zheng is married, he still doesn't celebrate his birthday.

However, Qiao Zhenzhen would personally cook a bowl of longevity noodles for him.

It’s not the kind of hands-on “guidance” from the side, but really cooking it yourself.

She is good at cooking in this world. Although she can’t make big dishes, she can still do some small stir-fry and a bowl of noodles.

Han Zheng didn't have much hope at first, but when he ate the noodles, he was surprised to find that they tasted quite good.

I was somewhat touched and felt that there are indeed many benefits to marrying a wife.

Qingfeng came back at dusk and told me that the young master was having dinner with someone at Zuixianlou and would probably be back late.

When it was time to go to bed, no one warmed her bed, so she felt a little cold.

There is a floor heating in the inner room, but she likes the outside temperature to be cooler when sleeping in winter, as she feels she can sleep more soundly and better.

So at a certain time, the servants would be asked to extinguish the floor dragon and light it again the next morning.

Xia Xiang considerately made her a hot water bottle and warmed the quilt.

It's okay for sleeping, but it's still not as comfortable as a human-shaped heater.

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't want to wait for Han Zheng. She was not the kind of virtuous woman who would light a small lamp and wait for her man to come home from a social event. She read a book for a while and then went to sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I felt a hot hand reaching into the quilt.

However, the clothes on his body were cold.

This immediately woke her up, and she even instinctively threw a few punches at the other party.

But because he was awakened by shock, he didn't feel very strong.

It was quickly suppressed.

A stream of hot air blew into her ears, "Zhen'er, it's me..."

Qiao Zhenzhen took a deep breath, calmed down her frightened mind, and said, "Why don't you go change your clothes? You smell so strongly of alcohol."

There is a certain amount of resentment in it.

What's more, there is still a strong smell of makeup on the man's body.

It should be a social table, with women serving drinks.

She frowned in the darkness.

However, Han Zheng acted out of character.

He did not get up, light a lamp, or wash, but instead brought people into the surging sea of ​​desire.

Qiao Zhenzhen felt the heat on his body and finally came to her senses.

Realize that something is wrong.

While breaking, he asked intermittently: "You, you, were you... drugged..."

Han Zheng just kept his head down and worked hard. After he eased off, he said, "I don't know. I just felt something was wrong, so I found an excuse to get out of this."

While he was speaking, he was still breathing heavily.

My body is still very hot.

He knew that the situation was unusual without the doctor's judgment.

Qiao Zhenzhen had a very difficult night.

Han Zheng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so you can imagine how strong his physical strength is.

He was usually very powerful, but when he was sober, he was restrained after all. That night, possibly under the "effect of the drug", he was very unrestrained and did it several times.

As a result, the next day, both of them slept until noon.

Qiao Zhenzhen experienced the kind of pain described in novels that felt like the whole body was run over by a truck.

This is something I have never felt since I got married.

She even thought it was an exaggeration, but who knew it was really true.

After waking up, she kicked the man off the bed as if to vent her anger.

Han Zheng knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to say much. He just smiled foolishly.

After they both got up, washed, and had breakfast, they finally had some free time to talk face to face about what had happened yesterday.

Qiao Zhenzhen asked: "Was it a trap set by your colleagues?"

Han Zheng was unsure and shook his head, "Probably not." But he quickly added, "I don't know. I felt something was wrong along the way, and there was something wrong with them too, but..."

"They didn't leave?"

"No." said Han Zheng.

"Did you have a woman with you yesterday?" Qiao Zhenzhen asked, narrowing her eyes slightly. "I could smell the scent of powder on you."

Han Zheng's face looked a little unnatural. He didn't say anything, but just nodded.

In fact, when men go out for social events, they always ask women to accompany them. This has been the case since ancient times.

Qiao Zhenzhen knew it in her heart, even comprehension, but she felt somewhat uncomfortable seeing it happen to her husband.

Especially their current relationship as husband and wife, it’s pretty good.

But of course she wasn't naive enough to think that her man would be very disappointed to refuse when he was having dinner with a bunch of people.

Such a plot may seem very cool in novels, but in reality, if you cannot "go with the flow" with others, you will easily be excluded from the circle.

This was Han Zheng's first dinner with colleagues since his marriage. Since he agreed to it, it meant that the people who went that day should have a good relationship with him.

In a military camp, it is difficult to accomplish anything as a lone general.

There are human relationships and worldly wisdom everywhere, and he cannot avoid everything just because he is the prince of the Duke's Mansion.

"I didn't let those women get close to me," Han Zheng explained, "but the incense they used was too strong and it got on me."

Qiao Zhenzhen raised her eyebrow and pretended to be unhappy, "Really?"

Han Zheng said seriously: "Really."

He is a man of integrity and doesn't like those brothel girls.

"You soldiers can actually visit brothels?" Qiao Zhenzhen curled her lips, "Aren't officials not allowed to visit prostitutes?"

"It's not a brothel. Zuixianlou is just an ordinary restaurant. There will be some women playing music to liven up the atmosphere." Han Zheng said.

In fact, this kind of restaurant has a borderline nature. If you follow the rules, it will just play music to liven up the atmosphere.

But if someone likes one of them, they can take it out and the restaurant will not stop them.

In this way, it is skirting the edge of the law and strictly speaking it cannot be considered as visiting a brothel.

These are all grey areas.

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't dwell on this question any further, but asked, "When you left, what was the status of your colleagues? Did anyone try to stop you?"

Of course, there were people who tried to keep him, but their tone was not very strong. It was more like a routine, so Han Zheng was inclined to believe that it was not one of those people who set up the plan.

He shook his head.

Moreover, his colleagues were obviously too excited.

Thinking about it now, nothing seems right.

But it wasn't too much.

Qiao Zhenzhen thought for a moment, frowned slightly and said, "If it wasn't your colleague, the problem must be with the store owner or those women. Didn't you notice anything unusual during the trip?"

Han Zheng thought carefully about the situation at that time, and then said: "No, everyone looks... very open, no one looks unusual."

Holding her chin in her hand, Qiao Zhenzhen sighed softly, "It seems that this matter is not easy to investigate."

Drinking is indispensable at a banquet.

Alcohol itself has the effect of disturbing the mind, otherwise there would be no such thing as having sex without thinking after drinking.