The evil husband has facial paralysis

Luo Jiliang's side is still coaxing people, but Luo's mansion is in a hurry.

The matter of adopting the adopted son is not big or small. It is a matter that needs to be treated with grandeur. In addition, the adopted son has been recognized and will inherit the family business in the future. Therefore, Luo Mansion as early as January The preparations started before. The up and down are especially cautious.

It can neither be rude nor too grand. Choose a dress and acknowledge Luo Yan. Mrs. Luo is busy. She dare not pretend to others. Be respectful in everything.

"Come on, Yan'er. Try this dress to see if it fits you well." This robe is a tribute silk from the imperial court. According to their official system, it is not usable. It's just that the Taishanghuang and Ye Xiaoming have a special relationship with them. The Taishanghuang They couldn’t arrive again. To express my apologies, I had to specially send these silks and satins to allow them to use. Mrs. Luo was very happy. She asked the famous local Xinzhuang to embroider them. I made a few for Luo Yan and Luo Ji. Cool left a few bodies.

Luo Yan let Mrs. Luo hold up the clothes and gesticulate on him. She said sweetly: "Mother, this dress is very beautiful. I like it very much."

"As long as you like it." Mrs. Luo smiled lightly after hearing his words, and asked Luo Yan to put on the clothes, which fit just right. "It looks very good."

"Thank you ma'am."

Mrs. Luo nodded her head. She ordered the people below to bring auspicious objects such as jade ruyi into Luo Yan's room. Just as she was about to teach Luo Yan the etiquette that he had to do that day, he heard a crisp voice like a warbler coming from outside the door. call.

"mother."

"Why are you yelling like this? As a woman, how decent is she?" Mrs. Luo frowned and went forward.

"Mother, I won't dare next time." The visitor smiled mischievously. He pushed Mrs. Luo back to her seat. "Don't worry about it. Please spare me this time."

The person who came was Luo Jiliang's own sister, Luo Jiyi. She was dressed in a light yellow skirt, her hair was tied up neatly, and only a hairpin was inserted. Her eyes looked exactly like Mrs. Luo's, but her eyes were very similar to Luo Jiliang's. Ji Liang is a little more spiritual and gentle.

"Hello, sister." Luo Yan put the clothes aside and greeted Luo Jiyi softly.

Luo Jiyi snorted softly, ignored Luo Yan, and asked Mrs. Luo in a low voice: "Mother, Liang'er is coming back, isn't it?"

"Yi'er." Madam Luo said helplessly, "I'll tell you if Liang'er comes back or not. It's just that Yan'er is greeting you. You can't hear me."

"It's okay, mother." Luo Yan walked up to Mrs. Luo and buzzed: "I also want to know when Brother Ji Liang will come back."

Luo Jiyi pinched his cheeks, and hummed: "You are wise." Luo Yan has a pleasant personality, and he has a bit of his own brother. She doesn't hate it. It's just that the thought of her own brother being raped Married to a distant place. I don't know how it is. But my parents suddenly want to recognize Luo Yan as their son. No one can accept it.

She couldn't accept it for a while. On the one hand, she thought about her poor brother. On the other hand, she vented her anger on Luo Yan for taking his brother's position. Naturally, she didn't look good on Luo Yan.

Luo Yan grinned reluctantly and smiled at her. She felt bored. Bullying a child is nothing, so she had to put her hands away and patted his head.

"Yi'er, don't bully Yan'er all the time. You must have the demeanor of being a big sister." Mrs. Luo lovingly touched Luo Yan's cheek. The smile was even bigger: "I received Liang'er's revision book before. I guess it will be tomorrow night." Then we can arrive. Oh, right. Minger will also come together."

"Really? That's great. Mom. You don't even know how upset I was when I couldn't go to see Liang'er with you last time." Luo Jiyi said. "The young master of the Ye family dares to bully him. Hmph .on our land.Make sure to let him..."

"Yi'er." Mrs. Luo frowned. "You are a daughter's family. What nonsense are you talking about. Let people listen to you. Who would dare to want you."

"Mother, Long Yu, he doesn't dare not want me."

"You... really want me to say you are good." Mrs. Luo didn't know whether to cry or laugh when she said this. Luo Jiliang and her character are completely reversed. When Luo Jiliang was a child She is naughty, but she is well-behaved and lovely. Who knows that when she grows up, Luo Jiliang's temper has sunk, but this girl's temper has become arrogant and domineering.

"Yes. Mother. Yi'er knew it was wrong." Hearing that, Mrs. Luo was really angry. Luo Jiyi quickly lowered her eyes, as if sincerely apologizing, but actually stuck out her tongue while bowing her head.

......

Butterfly City is not like Yancheng. The seasons are unknown. It is very cold all year round. As soon as Luo Jiliang and his carriage entered Butterfly City, they lit the stove and put on thick coats. Luo Jiliang leaned out the window. Confused, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and turned around happily.

"We've arrived in Butterfly City." Ye Xiaoming was nestling beside the incense burner, wrapped in a thick blanket, reading a book in his hand, feeling sleepy for some reason. Luo Jiliang had a cheerful tone. Seeing his appearance. The excited look on his face froze. "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Xiaoming lazily raised his head and glanced at him. He only showed his eyes to signal him to come over. Luo Jiliang didn't know why. Seeing his lifeless look, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He paused for a moment and then leaned over.

Ye Xiaoming stretched out his hand to hold his, and raised the tip of his eyes. Luo Jiliang was touched by him, and his eyes widened a little. He almost threw his hand away. Ye Xiaoming's hand was cold, like It's the frozen brook in winter. It almost didn't freeze him.

After he realized it, Luo Jiliang shrank his hands in embarrassment: "You are afraid of the cold."

Ye Xiaoming responded with a strong nasal sound. Although Yancheng snows in winter, it is not that big after all. It is ten times worse than the severe cold of Butterfly City. Ye Xiaoming is also afraid of the cold. In winter, hands and feet are cold. No, Ye Xiaoming couldn't stand it when he entered Butterfly City all of a sudden. Reading books. It's completely gone from the calmness and chill of the past.

Luo Jiliang touched his other hand again, which was also icy cold. He raised his hand to cover his forehead. He didn't have a fever. Knowing that he was simply afraid of the cold, he had to call the servant to light some more incense burners to come in. .

"It's useless." Ye Xiaoming seemed to have nothing to do with it. Seeing that Luo Jiliang was busy, he was wrapped in a quilt, and the window was closed. He poured Luo Jiliang's cold water without accident.

"It will be more comfortable after all." Luo Jiliang ignored him, and wrapped the gaps in the windows of the carriage with cloth strips. After all, the carriage was warmer.

Ye Xiaoming glanced at him. His deep eyes flickered. He put the book aside, spread out the blanket on his body, and patted the seat beside him.

Luo Jiliang shook his head, "I'm not cold."

"But I'm cold." Ye Xiaoming lowered his voice, frowned in dissatisfaction, and patted the seat next to him. Luo Jiliang finally came to his senses. This man didn't let him into the bed because he was afraid of being cold. It was to ask him to go over to keep warm. I couldn't help but blushed and lay down quickly.

Really. I can't speak well.

Luo Jiliang lay down in resentment. Ye Xiaoming immediately wrapped the two of them tightly. Ye Xiaoming's body was really cold. Luo Jiliang didn't feel cold at first, but he couldn't help gasping when he was so cold. He breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to back away a little, but was hugged tightly by him. His whole body was cold and he couldn't move. He looked up at Ye Xiaoming dissatisfied. But Ye Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief. Just tightened up like that.

This man is really rude.

Luo Jiliang couldn't help it. He had to find a more comfortable position. He shivered in his arms and gritted his teeth. A bit noisy."

"You didn't do it." Luo Jiliang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't bother arguing with him anymore. He shrank into the person again. I've never seen them before. The two of them leaned together. It wasn't warm. Instead, they were frozen by the other party .

Luo Jiliang was stunned. He couldn't help but think of his brother. On a snowy night full of wind and snow, he was still thin, but his body was warm. How could he be like Ye Xiaoming..." Now Is it still cold?"

Ye Xiaoming didn't seem to hear his question. Hearing the whirring sound outside the window, he asked lazily, "How long will it be?"

"Entering the main city, it will be fast. At the current speed, it will probably take another hour." Luo Jiliang was not annoyed. Knowing that Ye Xiaoming had such a personality, he touched him. His body didn't know. When it was warmed up, I felt relieved: "When we arrived at Luo's house, the stove was on. There was also a ground fire dragon. You don't have to be so pitiful." After saying that, Mi, for some reason, brought a trace of Get lucky.

"It's fine with you." Ye Xiaoming tightened his grip on the person beside him, buried his face in the person's neck, and said expressionlessly, "It's warm enough."

The warm and moist breath spewed from the neck. Luo Jiliang couldn't help trembling slightly. He was startled. The body of the person he was holding was also warm. The tips of his ears were almost red.

At this time, Xiaofu in another carriage took out his coat and blanket, walked to the outside of the carriage, and put them on the young man: "Master You, it's snowing. Put on some clothes and come in."

The boy shook his head. He looked at the carriage in front of him by pulling the rope. He didn't know what he was looking at. He just said softly, "I'm not cold. Xiaofu, you go in. Butterfly City is not like Yancheng. It's very cold."

"Young Master You, you are wearing too thin clothes. You are sick. Xiaofu can't afford it." Xiaofu hesitated. He still put the coat neatly on the boy's body, wrapped him tightly, and then sniffed. Shiveringly said: "Although Young Master You is young and strong, you should pay more attention."

The young man smiled faintly: "I'm satisfied now. Alright. Come in quickly. If you are sick, no one will take care of me."

Only then did Xiao Fu smile, nodded, and slipped into the carriage.

The boy slowly put away his expression. Looking at the vast white snow, his expression darkened. Only after a while, he shook his head again, pulled the horse rope, and the horse neighed, and ran faster again.

This icy and frigid Butterfly City. After eight years away, I finally came back.