Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

With deep affection, Nangong Ye stretched out his hand to stroke An Lingqing's long hair, then let him go and took his hand, and the two of them walked slowly side by side as they stepped on the steamy and fragrant soil.

Suddenly, An Lingqing stood firm and held Nangong Ye's hand tightly, looked at An Lingqing with some doubts, Nangong Ye asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head, An Lingqing just opened his big eyes and didn't say anything, but his eyes were so clear and clean, Nangong Ye couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his face, and asked softly again, "An Lingqing Ling, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Still staring at Nangong Ye quietly, just when Nangong Ye wanted to help his forehead and sigh softly, An Lingqing suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently on the lips, then pulled Nangong Ye tightly Ye's hand, his face was flushed with a good-looking blush, he looked at him seriously, and he spoke clearly, Tsinghua Lingrun.

"An Ling will never leave the young master, An Ling likes the young master, has always liked him, and will never change."

Ever since An Lingqing took the initiative to kiss him, Nangong Ye seemed to be a little stunned. An Lingqing's confession wafted into his ears, which made him think it was in a dream. If someone else was here, he would be surprised The dignified young master of Nangong and the owner of the soul-destroying building have silly expressions at this time...

"An, An Ling... what did you say just now, can you say it again?" The brain seemed to stop working, and the mouth just moved subconsciously, wanting to determine whether it was just a daydream.

Seeing Nangong Ye's silly look, An Lingqing couldn't help but chuckled, he shook his head, not planning to say anything else, he let go of Nangong Ye's hand, trotted and hopped forward, just before him With a happy smile on his face, rosy cheeks, and eyes that seemed to be shining with brilliance, when he turned his head to look at Nangong Ye secretly, he saw Nangong Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised into a shallow smile. With a shallow arc, that appearance is a bit evil.

With a thump in his heart, An Lingqing couldn't cry out, so he hurriedly wanted to run away, but before he could run for a short distance in a panic, he had already fallen into that warm embrace, and the hug followed the bad breath. Bad smile, bad teasing, "Where is my daughter-in-law going?"

Hearing this familiar teasing tone again, An Lingqing couldn't help hitting Nangong Ye's chest with his fist slightly annoyed, and said dissatisfiedly, "Who is your wife? I am not!"

Hearing An Lingqing's cute answer, Nangong Ye almost laughed out loud, but experience told him that if this topic continues, it will definitely be more interesting, so he hugged An Lingqing like a child, and put his hands in his arms. Hold his hips.

Nangong Ye squeezed her upturned buttocks maliciously, squeezed her throat and said, "My husband didn't say that An Ling is Nangong Ye's little daughter-in-law, isn't this daughter-in-law without 300 taels of silver here?"

Being pinched by Nangong Ye so frivolously, An Lingqing's face turned red all of a sudden, he felt very embarrassed, and when he heard Nangong Ye's words, he felt that there was nowhere to hide, and he was too poor to refute.

So, An Lingqing stared, and suddenly planted his head into Nangong Ye's neck like an ostrich, his hands hugged Nangong Ye's neck tightly, and his legs also tightly clamped Nangong Ye's waist, feeling stuffy Sullenly, "An Ling is not here, not here, not here..."

He said it over and over again like chanting, it seemed that the things he was chanting would really become real if he kept on chanting like this, Nangong Ye finally couldn't help laughing out loud following An Lingqing's chanting.

The laughter filled with inner strength reverberated in the vast mountain forest, startled several birds, and won the harmony of the birdsong. For a while, the scene was quite spectacular.

Unlocking lightness kung fu, carrying An Lingqing back to the place where the carriage was parked, he put his right hand to his mouth and let out a soft whistling. After a while, a tall horse with a plump and graceful body, a thin head, a tall neck, and slender limbs was galloping red-brown. Coming, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground.

With both hands still holding Nangong Ye's neck, An Lingqing turned his head in surprise when he heard the sound of the horse's hooves, but saw that the horse's steps were graceful, and every step of the gallop was imposing, as if it was about to soar lightly into the sky, and even more so. To his surprise, during the gallop, he could see red sweat flying from the horse's neck.

Seeing the horse stopped not far away, breathing, An Lingqing couldn't hide his surprise, and exclaimed, "Sweaty BMW!" Excited to go and have a look, An Lingqing turned his head and looked at it eagerly. Nangong Ye.

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Nangong Ye raised the corners of his mouth, and said lightly, "Please do something for your husband, Anling's daughter-in-law must first call you Mrs. Xianggong..."

Glancing around secretly, from the corner of the eye, he saw that Mu Nan was jumping up excitedly and cursing at the person who seemed to be Mr. Song, but the two sisters, Qian Bi and Xiao Zi, didn't seem to pay attention to him. Nangong Ye happened to be looking at him with interest in his eyes.

His heart skipped a beat for an instant, An Lingqing didn't know why, but felt that Nangong Ye, who squinted his phoenix eyes and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, had that lazy and evil smell that was more beautiful and charming than he had ever seen. The lotus-like purple charm made him feel even more blushing...

An Lingqing felt that his face was burning hot, and his heart was beating. He took back the arm on Nangong Ye's neck, put his hands on Nangong Ye's chest, and then leaned his head gently on his chest. In a low voice, he called out, "Xianggong..."

"En? Anling's daughter-in-law spoke too softly, my husband didn't hear clearly..." Nangong Ye leaned close to An Lingqing's ear, lowered his voice and said softly.

With the hot breath in his ears, An Lingqing felt his face was getting hotter, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat. He felt that such a young master was really, really bad!But, but, why does he seem to not hate it? ……how so? !

Feeling a little wronged, a little scared, An Lingqing didn't know what kind of feeling it was, he even liked the young master teasing him in this way, so he felt that he was not good, and that he was a bad learner.

If An Ling is not good, the young master will not like him! ?

Coming to such a conclusion, An Lingqing was stunned for a moment, tears quickly began to roll in his eyes, and then he hugged Nangong Ye's neck again with both hands, and shouted as if giving up, "Master!" Then, he Burying his head into Nangong Ye's neck, he began to cry loudly. This is the very rare time An Lingqing really cried loudly, and it was the kind of crying...

As soon as he heard An Lingqing's cry, Nangong Ye panicked. His good mood of teasing An Lingqing was replaced by his heartache. He put An Lingqing on the ground, and Nangong Ye put him on the ground. Qing even felt that she was hated by Nangong Ye, so she stopped hugging him!

So, he cried and hugged Nangong Ye tightly, crying and shouting, "Young master, An Ling is not good, but young master can't let An Ling go, don't leave An Ling behind." Crying, An Lingqing worked hard Climb on Nangong Ye.

Confused by An Lingqing, Nangong Ye didn't know why An Lingqing burst into tears suddenly, and came to the conclusion that "he doesn't want him", but any doubts were not worth seeing An Lingqing so disregarding his image Distressed crying.

He hugged An Lingqing into his arms pitifully, patted him on the back tenderly, his mind couldn't help but recall that when he was a child, An Lingqing, who had always been well-behaved and docile, cried more than once.

That time, Nangong Ye was still young, and he secretly took An Lingqing to the street to watch the lanterns, but the two of them were separated in the crowd. At that time, An Lingqing was crying and throwing himself into his arms like today, unable to be pulled away by anyone.

Thinking about it makes me feel sad, Nangong Ye knows that going to the street left a shadow on An Lingqing, so that he dared not go to the street again for so many years, An Lingqing's crying when he was a child is the same as the crying at this time The interweaving echoed in his ears, and Nangong Ye felt his heart ache even more.

Holding An Lingqing tightly in his arms, he repeated the words he had coaxed An Lingqing back then, each sentence full of affection, "Brother Ye will always guard Anling, okay? Brother Ye will never leave, Okay? An Ling trusts Brother Ye, okay?"

The crying in his arms miraculously stopped suddenly, An Lingqing raised his head, his big red eyes, any line of tears involuntarily slipped from his eyes, he just looked at Nangong Ye and replied, "Okay. "Just like that time.

But the two sisters who were originally angry that the young master made the young grandma cry, but after seeing such a scene, they glanced at each other quietly, and then sat back in the carriage, while Mu Nan stared blankly at An Lingqing and Nangong Ye, The eye sockets turned red.

This is the second time he saw such a scene, but he couldn't help being shocked, because so many years have passed, and the time of childhood has long been buried in the depths of memory, while the young master and young mistress are still standing in the pool of youth. , count each circle of ripples.

At this moment, Mu Nan stared deeply at Nangong Ye and An Lingqing who were hugging tightly, and thought to himself: If he can have a love like the young master and the young mistress in a plain but passionate way, he will be willing to give anything...

The frivolous expression on Song Yitong's face slowly faded away. What his peach blossom eyes aroused at this time was not amorous feelings, but complicated and deep. He withdrew his eyes from looking at An Lingqing, but when he turned his head, he saw a pair of red but strange eyes. His firm and longing eyes.

These featureless eyes are so radiant at this moment, the heart loses its original rhythm at this moment, but returns to calm the next moment, as if nothing has changed.

Looking away, Song Yitong closed his eyes, raised his hand and raised his whip, and the carriage gradually drove away from the two people who were embracing each other, taking away the confusion he had just had at that moment.

Summoning the sweaty horse, Nangong Ye stroked his sweaty horse affectionately