The reborn husband thought I was scum

"What other book?"

Ning Yu shook the book in his hand, "It's the one with this kind of painting, and this one is hidden in your bookshelf. What about your other ones?" Ning Yu's expression was almost as bright as saying that Song Yanqi, you I also secretly read this kind of album.

Song Yanqi's face was like a peach blossom, both angry and shy, "You are talking nonsense, I don't have this kind of book, you must have hidden it. You like these."

Ning Yu had a pure face, "I like it, don't you like it? It's very comfortable, you still, woo~"

Song Yanqi covered Ning Yu's mouth, "Don't say it."

Song Yanqi looked fierce, Ning Yu nodded tactfully, and licked Song Yanqi's palm with his tongue.

Song Yanqi hid his hands behind his back, "You, you are shameless."

Song Yanqi's expression of bewildered hair blowing is very cute, the whole person is very lively, not at all as cold and silent as a pool of stagnant water as he has seen before.

Seeing such a lively Song Yanqi, Ning Yu was very happy, and last night he knew another activity that could bring Song Yanqi closer.

Looking at Ning Yu's smile, Song Yanqi was even more stunned. He obviously scolded Ning Yu just now, why did he smile?Usually he has a gloomy face, and he smiles sinisterly, looking malicious.

Ning Yu hugged Song Yanqi, "Song Yanqi, you are really cute, I like you very much."

'Boom, boom, boom' Song Yanqi was bumping around.Ning Yu said he likes him?

How could Ning Yu like him?is that a lie?Ning Yu obviously doesn't like him the most, doesn't want to marry him, and doesn't want to see him. Every time he looks at him, he looks disgusted and contemptuous. He doesn't know what he did wrong.

"Ah!" Song Yanqi cried out in surprise, it turned out that Ning Yu had his earlobe in his mouth.Song Yanqi almost shrunk into a ball, covered his hands and guarded his ears, and stammered, "Go back to your seat, you haven't practiced writing and memorizing today. Don't be lazy."

Song Yanqi looked serious like a young master, Ning Yu bargained, "I listen to you, is there any reward?"

"What reward?"

"I listen to you during the day, and you have to listen to me at night."

Reminiscent of the meaning of Ning Yu's words, Song Yanqi lowered his eyes and did not look at Ning Yu, and nodded slightly.

Ning Yu finally lifted Song Yanqi's chin and kissed him fiercely, and returned to his seat proudly.

After a while, Ning Yu was looking for something again, "Song Yanqi, I'm out of ink, come and grind the ink for me."

"Where's your book boy?"

"There is no book boy." That's right, Ning Yuzheng'er's reading of the Eight Classics has only happened in the past few days, and he has never had such a book boy.

"Don't you know how to grind yourself?"

"It's said in the book that 'red sleeves add fragrance'. I should have had someone as good-looking as you grind the ink, so I have the motivation to write." Song Yanqi still had a look of disbelief, and Ning Yu explained to him: "You Think about it, if a beauty like you grinds the ink, I will definitely write more, and if I run out of ink, you will appear in front of me again and sharpen the ink for me."

Glib and glib, sweet-mouthed and full-bodied, with a glib tongue.

Song Yanqi came over and turned the inkstone, his wrist was as white as jade, and his slender and fair fingers stood out against the black ink.

Ning Yu was fascinated by Song Yanqi's hand drawing a circle.

If it wasn't for Song Yanqi's conviction that what he remembered had actually happened, maybe he would have been fooled by Ning Yu's appearance.Isn't his life miserable enough?How could there still be the illusion that Ning Yu is reliable?

After that, the two lived in peace, Ning Yu was immersed in his own affairs, Song Yanqi embroidered on the couch, because it was for Ning Yu, Song Yanqi deliberately picked red thread, and embroidered a big flower. After the shoes are finished, they will embroider a row of small flowers on the upper of the shoe, and Song Yanqi also plans to embroider a row of small flowers on the side, to see how Ning Yu can wear them out.

For two consecutive nights, Ning Yu just touched him up and down, let him open his buttocks, and gave him medicine, but he didn't come in again.Song Yanqi thought to himself, could it really hurt Ning Yu? Ning Yu is afraid, right?Although he also felt very painful, Ning Yu was too embarrassed, so he was not afraid.

"Song Yanqi, is your butt not hurting anymore?"

Song Yanqi stared at Ning Yu.

"Then let's learn the second painting."

After studying, both of them were panting tiredly. Song Yanqi was lying on Ning Yu's body, his butt was still being rubbed, and the liquid inside was constantly being squeezed out, but Song Yanqi had no energy to manage it.

"Song Yanqi, you always lie down and make me move all the time. I'm very tired. You should also work hard to move."

Song Yanqi ignored him, closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Ning Yu patted Song Yanqi's waist and back a few times, "Song Yanqi, you are too thin, it hurts to hold your hands." He had seen enough of Song Yanqi's thin and thin appearance in his previous life, and he always wanted to make Song Yanqi He was fat and fat in vain.

Song Yanqi felt resentful and angry, and thought he was clapping his hands, and hugged him several times, and it was fine to hug anyone who didn't clap his hands.Song Yanqi dragged his temporarily numb waist, and before he could move out a little, he watched Ning Yu's evil hand reach out to him, but he couldn't move and escape.

Song Yanqi thought his waist would be folded again, but Ning Yu gently rubbed his waist.

"Song Yanqi, your physical strength is too weak. You should practice martial arts with me and exercise your body. Otherwise, you will always make me move, and you will be very tired."

"You are not very weak, the eldest brother only used one hand, and you have not passed three moves in his hand."

Seeing that Ning Yu was silent, Song Yanqi felt a little regretful. Men don't like to say that he can't do it. Did he hit Ning Yu too much?

"Song Yanqi, just wait and see. I didn't practice well before. One day I will become very powerful. Even my father can't beat me."

Song Yanqi rolled his eyes in his heart, that someone like Ning Yu still dreamed of defeating his father, how innocent and cute, haha.

Ning Yu circled Song Yanqi's waist, put his hands on Song Yanqi's smooth abdomen, looked at Song Yanqi's face, and thought of the miniature version of Song Yanqi in his mind, Song Yanqi's child must be the same Song Yanqi is just as beautiful, soft and cute, with a bright smile, hugging his thigh softly and calling him father.

Thinking of this, Ning Yu suddenly felt pressured. He couldn't be a worthless father, he had to become excellent, so that his children would look at him with admiration and be proud of him.

Ning Yu's expression was very serious, Song Yanqi murmured in his heart, wondering why Ning Yu was going crazy again.

"Song Yanqi, I can no longer indulge in your beauty. I must study hard and practice martial arts hard." Otherwise, I will not be able to teach his son to shoot and hunt in the future.

"When I become a juren, you will be the husband of the juren."

A person who is not even a child, was still reciting the thousand-character prose a few days ago, and thinking about being a juren, Ning Yu thinks beautifully.But the two cuddled together, listening to Ning Yu talk about the dreams he wanted to have, it didn't feel bad, he wanted to indulge in it a little bit.