There is space for the married man

Because he slept more during the day, Wen Lang woke up in the middle of the night, and he was leaning on You Jingshu's arms.

Smelling the familiar scent, Wen Lang originally wanted to sleep a little longer, but he guessed that he drank too much during the day and wanted to go to the bathroom right now, so he carefully lifted the quilt and put You Jingshu on his waist Move your hand away.

Aware of his movements, You Jingshu frowned in a half-dream and half-awake state, and when he was about to wake up, Wen Lang patted the back of his hand lightly, and whispered, "I'm going to the toilet, you continue to sleep."

Probably after hearing his words, You Jingshu's breathing gradually stabilized, and he fell asleep again after a while.

Wen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.

When he came back to lie down again, Wen Lang was not surprised to find that he was awake and couldn't fall asleep at all. It was like this before, as long as he woke up at night, he would definitely be awake, but at that time there was a mobile phone to play with, and he would get sleepy after playing for a while. Then continue to sleep.

Now that there is no mobile phone to play with, Wen Lang can only lie quietly and stare at You Jingshu's face.

With such a good-looking face, you really will be forgiven for everything you do.

Then why does You Jingshu feel insecure?

After Wen Lang's mind cleared up, he began to think about what You Jingshu said to him today.

Just looking at You Jingshu, he has always been like this, after all, he doesn't like other people either.

After thinking about today's events over and over again, Wen Lang had a guess in his heart. Could it be that You Jingshu was worried that he would leave him and go back to Wen's house?

It's impossible for him to be crazy.

That's again...

He suddenly remembered that he had been rejecting You Jingshu because of the problem of his heirs. Although he was with You Jingshu later, this problem was not resolved after all, and his so-called secret was no longer a secret. Although Shu couldn't accurately guess that he had space, he could probably guess that he had something special. He was an ordinary person who had been stupid for 17 years. He suddenly became sober and had something that could save his life.

You Jingshu shouldn't be worried that one day he will leave him because of these, right?

To be honest, Wen Lang still doesn't know how to face You Mingyuan and his wife.

What would he do if they really didn't want him to be with You Jingshu at that time.

Elope with Jing Shu?

Wen Lang couldn't do such a thing, the You family and his wife really treated him as their own son, how could he take away the eldest son of the family.

Pleading with You Jingshu?

Other things may still be possible, but it is about the inheritance of incense and fire, and there is almost no room for negotiation.

In the past two years since Wen Lang woke up, it's not like he hasn't seen couples separated from each other because of heir problems.

"Son and grandson..." Wen Lang murmured to himself.

He has been avoiding this question, thinking that the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, but You Jingshu feels insecure, and suddenly pulls him out of the escape, there are some things that must be faced.

In the darkness, Wen Lang reached out to hold You Jingshu's hand.

He didn't want to let go, didn't want to leave You Jingshu, he was going to decide on this person.

……

"Where's your husband? Why didn't you bring them out together?" Tan Xiuyi asked curiously, he thought You Jingshu would take Wen Lang with him wherever he went.

You Jingshu pulled out his chair and sat down, saying, "He has something to do."

Meng Xijue put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Boss Wen's shop is about to open?"

"It's still being arranged." You Jingshu took the tea that Meng Xijue had poured for him and put it in front of him.

"Your husband wants to open a shop for business?" Zhao Qiran asked in surprise.

"Well, I invite you to play when it opens." You Jingshu said.

The three of Lu Chengbi looked at each other in blank dismay, they never expected that You Jingshu would let a brother Wen Lang show his face outside.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." An Yinheng came late, poured himself three cups of tea, drank it, and said boldly: "I punish myself with three cups."

Tan Xiuyi pressed his hand and said: "I punish myself with three cups. What I drink is wine. What's the use of drinking tea? I think you are thirsty."

"You actually saw it." An Yinheng pushed away Tan Xiuyi's hand and drank the tea in one gulp.

"Comfortable." An Yinheng naturally pulled out the chair and sat next to Meng Xijue. Meng Xijue glanced at him from the corner of his eye, but said nothing.

"This sunflower seed is really delicious. After I brought it back last time, my dad quietly finished eating it for me. It made me so mad." Tan Xiuyi said angrily.

"Isn't Jing Shu's husband brought this here? Why do you have Fengque Terrace?" Zhao Qiran asked suspiciously.

Meng Xijue said lightly, "I negotiated a business with Boss Wen."

A few people suddenly realized, "You really deserve to be a profiteer."

There was a slight smile on Meng Xijue's lips, but he didn't speak.

"His Majesty's birthday is coming soon, Yinheng, have you prepared the congratulatory gift?" Tan Xiuyi asked while eating melon seeds.

"Don't talk about it, I still owe Jingshu and his wife money, where can I get the money as a gift." Speaking of this, An Yinheng has a headache.

"No way, your majesty didn't reward you for your great service?" Zhao Qiran widened his eyes in surprise.

"I appreciate it, but it's still not enough." An Yinheng even began to think about whether to ask Wen Lang for advice on how to do business.

Compared with Wen Lang's income, the shopfronts in Zhuangzi in his hand are nothing compared to Wen Lang's income.

"I heard from my father that the Xu family is about to be killed." Tan Xiuyi suddenly lowered his voice.

"According to the time, it is indeed almost the same." Lu Chengbi said.

Zhao Qiran stared wide-eyed and said, "I still can't believe it, such a huge Xu family fell down so quickly."

An Yinheng shook his head and said, "Father wants to bring down the Xu family, it's not something that happened overnight."

Everyone in the world thinks that Xu Shangshu is under one person and above ten thousand people, and he is honored and favored, but An Yinheng has never believed that his father would trust the Xu family. From the matter of Prime Minister You, it can be seen that his father has great respect for the Xu family. The persistence of imperial power must be firmly held in his own hands, no matter who he is, including his own son.

So beloved elder brother, didn't he just send it to the imperial mausoleum to think about his mistakes, so he sent it.

Whenever he thinks of these things, An Yinheng shudders. The only person his father really trusts is himself, and he has no father-son relationship in his eyes.

When An Yinheng came out of the palace today, he ran into the prince and defeated the Xu family and the eldest prince, but the prince's eyes had no joy of victory at all. His eyes were gloomy and gray, without any light.

After the prince saw him, he was also very indifferent to his former ally. He only asked a question when he saw the handkerchief in his hand to wipe sweat, and heard that it was made by his mother and concubine Yu Jieyu.

The crown prince glanced at him with strange eyes, "It's a lucky fate."

If someone else said this, it would probably be a good word, but when it came out of the crown prince's mouth, it was rather ironic.

As a prince, the future emperor of the Da'an Dynasty actually said that An Yinheng, a prince with no sense of existence, had a good life.

Before An Yinheng could speak in the future, the eunuch next to the prince reminded him that it was time to go back and study.

He looked at the thin back of the prince, and was a little puzzled. When he saw the prince last time, was he so thin?It is so thin that it will fall down when the wind blows.

Even though his back is straight and his steps are steady, An Yinheng always has an illusion that the prince's back seems to be bent, and he can't breathe because of something.

Coming out of Fengque Terrace, several people went back to their respective homes, You Jingshu, An Yinheng, and Meng Xijue were the last.

You Jingshu waited until Tan Xiuyi and the others left before leaving.

An Yinheng suddenly understood that You Jingshu was covering them both, he really deserved to be his good brother!

"Analysis, are you going back?" An Yinheng asked cautiously.

"En." Meng Xijue nodded slightly.

"Then I'll send you... okay?" An Yinheng paused and added the following two words.

Meng Xijue glanced at him lightly, "Yes."

If it weren't for the street, An Yinheng would have twirled and jumped.

"You poisonous woman! You actually abandoned your own son and eloped with other men! See if I don't beat you to death!"

"I didn't, let me go!"

An Yinheng heard the sound of quarreling coming from the front, and the inside and outside were full of people.

"What's going on?" An Yinheng and Meng Xijue looked at each other, then stepped forward to take a look.

An uncle who was watching said: "This woman abandoned her three-year-old son and ran away with someone else. If she is not caught by her in-laws, she will take her back and run away."

An Yinheng frowned, and looked at the woman in the center of the crowd whose face was swollen from the beating. The middle-aged woman had a hulking back, and was about to take her away by dragging her hair.

The woman is still struggling desperately, trying to break away from the woman as if fleeing for her life.

"You bastard! My younger brother even gave birth to a son, yet you still want to leave them alone!" A man in his thirties squeezed in from the crowd with a child in his arms, carrying The leg gave the woman a kick.

The woman was kicked to the ground, looking extremely pitiful, but none of the onlookers felt sorry for her, but instead spat at her, scolding her what she deserved, abandoning her husband and son, what a good thing.

The child was in the man's arms, probably woken up, and burst into tears.

"Your son is crying, hurry up and coax him!" The man wanted to put the child into the woman's arms, but the woman suddenly pushed the child away with a frightened expression on her face.

"Go away, go away! Don't come here!"

The woman is hysterical, uses both legs and feet, and does not let men and children get close at all.

Seeing this scene, the people who were a little doubtful about the misunderstanding began to point at the woman, "This kind of woman should be immersed in a pig cage!"

"The most poisonous woman's heart. She doesn't even recognize her own son. She doesn't deserve to be a mother at all."

"Let's go." Meng Xijue said to An Yinheng beside him.

An Yinheng frowned tightly, always feeling that there was something wrong with this matter, but it was someone else's family matter, and he couldn't care about it.

Just as the two of them were about to leave, a clear voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"You say she is your family's daughter-in-law, and you say she stole a man, do you have any evidence?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked, and it turned out to be a brother who said this.

An Yinheng was even more dumbfounded, it was Wen Lang who came.

"What's none of your business? Why do you care so much?" The middle-aged woman scolded Wen Lang.

Wen Lang walked over to help the woman up, and said, "It's just that the road is rough. You say she is your daughter-in-law, so may I ask her name, where is her mother's family, and how old is she?"

The woman and the man were suddenly at a loss for words, unable to answer for a while.

The two became angry and cursed loudly: "Don't mind your own business, she is our family's daughter-in-law after all, get out of here, we will take her back."

Wen Lang refused to budge, stopped in front of the woman, his eyes turned cold, and said, "You can't even say her name, so I have reason to suspect that you two are human traffickers."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar at the scene.