After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Cheng Songan was stunned: "What?"

Cui Yuanqing closed his eyes and didn't look at her. He shouted in a deep voice: "Come in and take Luo Luonu out."

Taxue came in with a knowing smile on his face, hugged Luo Luonu, nodded in the direction of Cui Yuanqing, and winked at Cheng Songan with a wicked smile.

Cheng Songan understood all of a sudden. This damn girl, Taxue, actually made some medicine! She frowned and was about to speak, but Taxue just kept blinking at her, pointed at her head, and moved her lips, silently telling her: "He won't remember."

Then he raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes at Cui Yuanqing, curling his lips and saying, "Sir, please stop losing your temper in front of us. After today, you are no longer our son-in-law, and I am no longer your servant. It is the same for people who don't ask for help."

Cui Yuanqing frowned, opened his eyes, but did not refute her.

The curtains were gently lowered, and the lights in the lower room were quietly turned off. Everything was silent, except for a flickering light on the desk, which shone on Cui Yuanqing's closed face.

Cheng Songan's heart was beating like a drum. This was the person she had missed for two lifetimes. Since she knew that Cui Yuanqing was him, she had been in a state of separation for a long time. Most of the time, she still regarded him as Cui Yuanqing and blamed him for his indifference in the previous life. But when she calmed down, she couldn't help thinking that he had already lived that life when he was young.

It was he who pulled her out of the swamp and said to her, "Don't be afraid, I will save you."

She misses him.

Cheng Songan slowly stood up, stretched out his slender fingers tremblingly, and just before his eyebrows, he stopped and said softly: "Cui Yuanqing, we are no longer husband and wife. It's bad for my reputation for you to stay in my room so late."

Cui Yuanqing's chest rose and fell. He opened his red eyes and stared at her: "There is still one hour until midnight."

Cheng Songan snorted from his chest.

Cui Yuanqing looked tired. He took off his coat, stood up and walked to the bed: "I will sleep here for an hour."

Cheng Songan's heart was pounding. The bad idea of ​​stepping on the snow suddenly came to her mind. Everyone with a discerning eye knew what happened at the Lantern Festival today. Ming Zhan and Lu Qingshan were fighting for the imperial edict for her. How could the saint not see it? Fortunately, Cui Yuanqing rescued her and saved her face.

Lu Qingshan had feelings for her. They were childhood sweethearts and had no past hatred. If she had married him from the beginning of her previous life, perhaps she would have lived a dull life. But now she didn't want to live that boring life anymore. She told Lu Qingshan clearly that she didn't want to be trapped in the backyard, and her heart was between heaven and earth. But Lu Qingshan never cared. He just wanted to protect her, take care of her, and even feed her. She didn't want to be caged again.

As for Ming Zhan, she had never thought that Ming Zhan's vague affection for her was nothing more than the first love of a young boy. He died in battle at a very young age in his previous life. Even if she could save him in this life, with his family background, he would surely be granted a title of nobility after King Xiang ascended the throne. By then, he would no longer have the ignorant excitement he had now, and if a few concubines appeared in the harem, what could she say?

……

No matter who she married, she didn't want to marry again, but she wanted to have a child. Especially after losing a fetus, her desire became even stronger.

Cheng Songan walked back to the bed, hesitated for a while, and sat down. Cui Yuanqing was lying on his side. Maybe it was because he drank too much tonight or because of the cup of hangover tea, but his breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, especially his slightly open lips, which were seductively red.

She swallowed nervously, and as if possessed by a ghost, she climbed onto the bed, leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips, then quickly withdrew and lay on her pillow like a quail, closing her eyes and not looking at him. However, her heart was beating too fast and she couldn't sleep peacefully, so she had to open her eyes again.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she met Cui Yuanqing's clear eyes. She screamed, quickly covered her mouth, and tried to escape from the bed.

However, Cui Yuanqing had already grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, so that she lay on his chest. Cui Yuanqing's breath, with a faint smell of alcohol and tea, was already close to her lips.

"I gave you a chance just now, but you didn't run away. It's too late now." Cui Yuanqing's deep voice fell into her ears, and his hot lips had already covered hers, prying open her lips and easily slipping in.

Compared to his previous madness, this time was obviously much gentler. His hand reached under the hem of her shirt and moved up along her back, feeling warm and numb.

Cheng Songan was kissed passively by him, her body softened into a ball, her hands pressed against his chest, her breathing disordered, she gasped softly, and kept backing away.

Cui Yuanqing bent his legs to block her way down, clasped the back of her head with both hands, deepened the kiss, and the bed was filled with ambiguous breathing sounds.

While letting her take a breath, the man said in a hoarse voice: "Why do you have to make me drink that cup of tea?"

Cheng Songan's face flushed red. She didn't know about it originally, but now she couldn't explain it. She could only lean against him and pray silently that the medicine would take effect quickly and make him forget about it.

Cui Yuanqing sat up, held her in his arms, put his chin on her shoulder, and rubbed his tall nose against her neck gently: "You care about me."

Cheng Songan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had misunderstood that he had deliberately drugged him, so he hummed twice and said softly, "Stop messing around. Lie down and sleep. I'll call you in an hour. Hurry up and leave."

Cui Yuanqing's eyes were reflected by the light, making it difficult to see his emotions. He nodded, and his voice was a little weak, as if begging her, "Don't chase me away, okay? Please pay more attention to me."

Cheng Songan turned his head to push him, but found that Cui Yuanqing had his eyes closed and seemed to be a little unconscious.

She pushed gently: "Cui Yuanqing?"

Without answering, he just hugged her tightly, his hot breath sprinkled on her neck, spreading to her chest, and even to her whole body. She felt the object behind her, her body stiffened, and her breathing became heavier.

Cheng Songan took a deep breath nervously, her long eyelashes trembling. She laid Cui Yuanqing down on the bed, closed her eyes and kissed him.

Even though the man had lost consciousness, he could still respond to her clearly and even gradually took control of the initiative. When Cheng Songan felt cold and was pressed on the quilt, she realized that the man with his upper body naked and looking down at her did not look unconscious at all.

Cheng Songan panicked and wanted to escape immediately, but her clothes had been stripped off. She blushed with shame and asked in surprise: "You...you are not..."

"It's rare that Madam takes the initiative to ask me, how can I bear to forget it?"