When the storm took the script

After finishing speaking, Tingshu pointed to the cloak that An Jiu was wearing, and chuckled lightly: "This is a cloak made of fine fox fur. If you don't want it, then you don't want it. If you want me to throw it outside the door, why don't you just throw it away?" Come out."

Anjiu bowed his head and said nothing, his face was glowing red from the four heaters around him, he gently twirled the soft fur with his fingers, he missed his master so much, he didn't want any expensive Firefox fur, he just wanted to get into his arms, let the master Touch yourself, hurt yourself, at least for now, your body can still make him happy.

"Cut." Haitang kicked the small stone, and glared at Anjiu: "Second Master is not in good health, and the heater in the room is placed outside, so he won't be seriously ill the next day."

Listening to the book also echoed: "That's right, I heard the second master cough just now."

Master is sick?

Are there no other heaters in the house?

Anjiu was stunned, the master was very afraid of the cold because of his frailty, he had to hug him every night, and he said that sooner or later the house would be covered with earthworms.

Anjiu didn't know what Dilong was, but he talked too much, Anjiu just felt distressed and wanted to replace it with his own body. He knew how much the master was afraid of the cold, so why did he suddenly find it too hot?

An Jiu raised her head: "Listen to the book, I don't need this heater, please send it back, the master is already weak, it will be bad if he catches the wind and cold..."

"Cut, why are you pretending to be kind? You should worry more about yourself. According to me, if the second master said to throw it away, he really threw it away. Listening to the book, you are just being kind."

Haitang snorted coldly, couldn't hold back the smile, leaned into Tingshu's ear and said, "Sister Tingshu, I took Dr. Jiang to check Miss Yan's pulse just now, guess what I heard?"

Hearing what she said just now, Tingshu frowned, his face suddenly became ugly, and he pulled her away from An Jiu.

Haitang broke free from her restraint, seeing that she was far away from the second master's house, she said happily: "Doctor Jiang said that Miss Yan is pregnant!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Talk less and do more in the mansion, be cautious in your words and deeds, have you forgotten what the nanny taught you!"

Listening to the book, the pupils contracted instantly, and subconsciously turned his head to glance at An Jiu who was kneeling, An Jiu was still kneeling upright, as if he was deaf to what Hai Tang said.

"Oh, it's a good book, I'm really not talking nonsense."

Haitang tugged at the corner of her clothes coquettishly, but in her heart she was extremely disdainful of her lessons.

"Miss Yan has been pregnant for more than two months. Do you think it was the time when the second master and Miss Yan got along well? Later, Miss Yan was robbed by the bandits, and she was only found in the past few days. Even if she was defiled by the bandits, the time It's not right, and Mrs. Hou asked Second Master to bring Miss Yan back, so this child must belong to Second Master. If it was someone else's, would Second Master take care of it so wholeheartedly? Let us Treat her like a master, I see..."

"What are you looking at, shut up." Listening to the book covered her mouth, knowing that Anjiu's ears are not good enough, she must have heard all these words in her heart, and said deliberately, "The second master is kind to the wife, we will be servants You can see everything in your eyes, the love between the husband and wife, the harmony of the piano and the music, besides, the second master is a bodhisattva, helping Miss Yan is nothing more than a little effort, so stop talking nonsense, and be careful that the second master will punish you if he hears it!"

Haitang got angry and couldn't keep her mouth shut: "Where did I say something wrong, the second master was not in good health before, and he was hanging out with a servant, which was originally incompatible with etiquette. We have a plaything in Zhongli Garden, it's good that it can make the young master happy, so naturally we won't make things difficult for him."

Listening to the book, she took one bite at a time, her head grew big, and she covered her mouth to prevent her from continuing, and she was afraid that the noise of tossing would attract others, but she was bitten by Haitang, and her words became even more aroused.

"Now, the second master is in good health, not to mention he has a gap in his chest, and he is a person who wants to do great things. How can he hang out with a plaything for a lifetime because of a moment of enthusiasm. Besides, even if the second master is really seduced, What about the heir? Even if he can be favored by the second master for a while, can he live forever without an heir?!"

"Snapped!"

Tingshu slapped Haitang with trembling hands: "Don't say it! If you say it again, I'll tell the nanny to wring out your troublesome mouth! Hurry up and apologize to Madam!"

"I don't!" Tingshu slapped hard, and Haitang's cheeks immediately swelled up, and she glared at her with tears, "Why should I apologize? I'm a servant. What right does he have to let Er Grandpa dotes on him, he is not worthy!"

Tingshu and Haitang were sold to the Hou Mansion from the same village, and they always took good care of her as their own younger sister. Naturally, they knew that she had caused a catastrophe this time. People, and even occasionally play around with their playful temperament.

But this is just the kindness of the master. As a servant, you just need to keep this kindness in your heart and know how to repay the favor. You must not overthink it. If you expect too much, you will lose your sense of proportion like Haitang. Without the rules, you will still hurt yourself.

Tingshu sighed, walked up to An Jiu and knelt down: "Haitang made a big mistake today, Tingshu knows that she has committed an unforgivable crime, and asks Madam for her young age...forgive her this time Bar."

An Jiu didn't speak, just stared blankly at the room where the lights were turned off, and didn't know what he was thinking.

It is late at night.

Wen Jingxing was lying on the bed without feeling sleepy for a long time, one reason was that his feet were terribly cold, and the other was that his mind was full of darkness.

His feet were cold, and he couldn't cover the heat no matter what. When he slept, he would always put a few Mrs. Tang in the quilt. Later, An Jiu was born on the bed. At first, An Jiu was unwilling to sleep in the same bed with him. Leaning over, although An Jiu blushed, she would obediently pinch his feet between her legs, covering them to warm them up a little bit, and refused to let them go.

Then came the cold hands, then the legs, step by step, and in retrospect, An Jiu was already in his arms.

A ray of cold wind swept in.

Wen Jingxing shivered while wrapped in the quilt. He just wanted to get up to see if the window was not closed tightly, but in the next second he felt his whole body being wrapped in warmth.

It's a stove.

Someone had brought the stove in.

Definitely not listening to books.

Nor is it an ordinary maidservant.

Only that guy, An Jiu, could move these four big guys in quietly.

Wen Jingxing finally had a smile on his face, turned over gently and pretended to be asleep.

This sudden movement made An Jiu jump, and hastily knelt down and bowed his head in a gesture of pleading guilty, but Wen Jingxing's voice was not heard for a long time.

He bowed his head and knees and walked to Wen Jingxing's bed, but he didn't dare to raise his head, and called out in a trembling voice: "Master."

Wen Jingxing didn't answer, but his heart was beating fast, are you coming?Is the classic plot of dissecting what is in the heart while people are asleep coming?

Jiuan, the master really fell asleep.

The master promises that I won't wake up from the kind of deep sleep that Nanny Rong's needle pricks the soles of my feet, deadly!

Wen Jingxing's heart was as hot as a fire, and his body slept as deadly as a pig.

Even though he pretended to be in a deep sleep, An Jiu knelt on the ground for half a stick of incense, just when Wen Jingxing couldn't bear to grab him to bed...

Suddenly, he felt that the brocade where his feet were located was lifted away, and then a pair of warm palms were stretched in.

Wen Jingxing:! ! !

What is An Jiu going to do?Scratch the soles of my feet to see if I'm asleep?

...Wen Jingxing thought he could withstand Nanny Rong's needles, but he might not be able to withstand being scratched.

But it was obvious that he was thinking too much, An Jiu just knelt at the foot of the bed, wrapped his feet with the palms that were warmed on the stove, lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

Wen Jingxing was angry and distressed.

Even if it's a master-servant relationship, you won't be able to bear it for this kind of sake. I'm not awake now. It's much better for you to speak your mind than to secretly do something behind my back.

Wen Jingxing waited for a long time.

An Jiu roasted it back and forth three times. In fact, he only needed to ask Tingshu for a Mrs. Tang, but he just wanted to touch the master more. He made the master angry. He was stupid and didn't know how to please him.

He was afraid that after tonight, the master really didn't need him anymore.

An Jiu didn't dare to think any more, his eyes were sore now, he was worried that he couldn't help crying.

Unexpectedly, the master's voice suddenly came from above: "Why?"

In an instant, An Jiu's muscles stiffened, and his conditioned reflex wanted to kneel down to apologize, but he heard Jing Xing say, "It's still cold, cover yourself."

"Yes."

An Jiu slowly responded. Hearing the familiar voice, the worry just now was inexplicably relieved by [-]%. On the contrary, he felt a little bit more shameless. He thought the master was asking why he broke into the dormitory late at night, so he lowered his head and answered: " The wind is strong tonight, and the master is weak, so he gave all the stoves to his subordinates...the subordinates are afraid that you will not be able to sleep, and the next day you will catch a cold and catch a cold."

"I didn't ask you this." Wen Jingxing had already sat up, looking down at An Jiu's long, smooth hair, and asked in a soft tone as much as possible, "Why did you ask me to take Yan Qinghuan into Zhongli Garden today as... the hostess?" .”

An Jiu was startled, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he didn't dare to look up at his master.

He didn't dare to answer, the answer exposed his daring selfishness and unrealistic delusion.

Wen Jingxing spent time with him to the end, and he will not give up until he gets an answer tonight.

There was a long silence.

After a long time, An Jiu felt that Wen Jingxing's feet were warm, so he stretched out his hand to tuck him in the quilt again, and his voice trembled slightly: "Because... I think you don't like Miss Yan. .”

Wen Jingxing was completely stupefied. He thought that An Jiu might say nonsense about "how is Miss Yan so good, how does she match the master, etc.", but he didn't expect that his brain circuit was extremely novel, and he didn't know it for a while. Where should I go to solve the problem.

Wen Jingxing smiled speechlessly, and asked: "What kind of logic is this? I don't like Yan Qinghuan, why did I marry her back and put her in Zhongli Garden, just to make things difficult for others?"

Anjiu lowered her head even lower, her drooping eyelashes trembling slightly: "The master is in good health now, and there will be more ladies who admire the master. Even if there is no Miss Yan, there will be Miss Li and Miss Wang. There will only be more and more young ladies." The more people, the better... I just thought, you don't like Ms. Yan, and if she becomes the master of Zhongliyuan in the future, you can also..."

An Jiu couldn't continue, how shameless he was, he did such a thing just to make the master look at him more in the future.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Wen Jingxing stared at him, full of anger at first, and wanted to pry An Jiu's brain open to see if there was any paste inside, then he calmed down suddenly after getting angry, and he pinched An Jiu's chin to force him to confront himself. Looking at each other, he asked word by word as if cutting his heart out, even his voice couldn't help trembling.

"Do you think I have always treated you as a dispensable plaything?"

"I've been humiliating you?"

"Do you regard you as a child molester playing on a whim or a kind-hearted male pet who coaxes and pampers casually?"

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感谢在2020-10-0423：49：24～2020-10-0623：58：53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Qingyan Wanhua;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!