After marrying the shadow guard little husband, he carried a cub

Wei Chu was used to coaxing the children. Hearing the words, he rubbed Wei Jing's face and said with a smile, "I can walk by myself. You can carry Chuan'er, or don't carry me."

"Look, I'm starting to tire of me." Wei Jing pursed her lips sourly, and gave Wei Chu a false look.

Although the two have been married for a long time, every time they see Wei Jing, Wei Chu can't escape the feeling of thumping.

At this time, seeing Wei Jing looking earnestly into his eyes, Wei Chushi, whose heartbeat was racing, couldn't turn a blind eye.

Most of the unconscious people in the house were taken away, only the old bustard and Mr. Gui knelt at the door tremblingly waiting to be dealt with.

The summer evening wind blows in through the window, sending a strong aroma to the nostrils of the two.

Wei Jing brushed away the strong fragrance with a wave of his sleeve, and said to Wei Chu: "Let's go out and wait, the smell of rouge in this restaurant is too strong, I'm worried that you will feel dizzy after smelling it."

What he said was exactly what Wei Chu wanted.

The aroma in this building made people have a headache, even with the windows open, it couldn't dispel the annoying smell.

When confronting Jiang Futai and his guards just now, Wei Chu was in a trance for a moment because of the disgusting smell of tacky makeup in the room.

Rao Wei Jing's physique, which is close to being invulnerable to all poisons, would still feel annoyed after hearing too much of this harmless smell.

Wei Chu nodded, "Well, it's good to wait downstairs, and you can also watch the excitement of the night market."

The old bustard obsequiously followed behind the two of them step by step. Seeing the two of them standing at the door of Shuoyue Tower, he hurriedly dragged Mr. Gui to kneel on the ground again, waiting for His Majesty's summons.

"Go over there and buy some skewers dipped in red oil. I think the taste should be good." Wei Chu didn't have a stool to sit on, and directly sat down on the steps at the door of Shuoyue Building. Er bumped Wei Jing with his shoulder, and signaled him to go to the night market street to buy something for himself.

When Wei Chu was talking, Wei Jing was looking around in the street market looking for new gadgets that could arouse Wei Chu's interest, so he didn't notice what he was saying to him, so when he didn't pay attention, he was knocked straight by Wei Chu Reeling, almost fell into the Yueying River beside the Qingshi Bridge beside the Shuoyue Building.

"You are a bit vicious," Wei Jing was taken aback, and hurriedly grabbed the doorpost to stand still, and turned around and complained to Wei Chu angrily, "My husband is so cruel."

Wei Chu grinned, raised his eyebrows in the direction of Chuan Chuan, and signaled Wei Jing to go.

Just as Wei Chu swallowed the last bunch of delicacies, the guards in charge of escorting Chuan'er arrived in front of Shuoyue Tower.

Chuan'er was taken away by someone she didn't know, and she was very frightened, but fortunately, she has a strong ability to adapt, and seeing Wei Chu at this time, she immediately forgot her previous fear, and shouted loudly: "Little uncle! "

Before she threw herself into Wei Chu's arms, she saw someone she liked more, and couldn't help shouting more happily: "Little aunt!"

Wei Jing opened his hands towards her, and replied loudly: "Hey, Chuan'er is good, come and hug my little aunt."

The old bustard who was kneeling on the ground with numb legs was numb all over.

She couldn't connect the handsome man with a fatherly smile in front of her with the murderous young emperor just now.

Even if she has an easy-going personality, it's not enough to...be someone's little aunt, right?How much did he like the queen to be able to do this?

Perhaps the matter was settled smoothly, Wei Jing did not razed the old bustard and her Shuoyue Building to the ground, but ordered Ge Wu to order a servant from the household department to come over in the middle of the night, and checked the accounts of Shuoyue Building overnight, and then Then he took Wei Chu and the smiling little girl in his arms and got into the car back to the palace.

Wei Jing looked down at the croiss braid on Chuan'er's head, pinched it again and again with great interest, and said casually: "Jiang Cheng, it makes people wonder whether his brain is smart or stupid."

Wei Chu glanced at him sideways, knowing that Wei Jing was talking about his elder sister's family background, how could Jiang Futai, who had always loved to bully others, let his son be so dismissive of the daughter of Zhongyong Hou's mansion.

"I thought it was very strange before," Wei Chu took the drowsy little girl from Wei Jing's arms, stroked Chuan'er's back, and said softly to Wei Jing, "But today I saw it." Jiang Cheng himself only knew that he was just a trash who was greedy for pleasure and didn't even care about his own father's future. He only knew how to let his father protect him, but he never thought about what he would do for his family. How can you be responsible to my sister?"

Wei Jing poured a cup of tea, brought it to Wei Chu's lips, and served him to drink it.

After drinking the hot tea, Wei Chu frowned lightly and finished speaking: "So I think castrating him may not be a good thing for this woman in Beijing."

Wei Jing nodded pertinently, and praised Wei Chu without hesitation: "Chu Chu naturally does everything right."

***

On this day, Zhanji entered the palace early in the morning, leaned on the couch in the bedroom, lowered his head and quietly ate the cakes brought in by the maid.

"How is the young master's health?" Wei Chu has a good impression of Yang Anqi, not to mention that now that he is getting closer, he cares and greets Yang Anqi more and more as his own family.

Death Ji took a piece of pastry made by Wei Chu himself from the plate, looked at it for a while, bit off most of it in one bite, and answered Wei Chu vaguely: "He? It's been great recently."

There was a hint of resentment in his tone.

"If the young master recovers well, then everything will be fine."

Wei Chu supported Suan Xing'er, who was lying on the table to write and draw, and took a moment to glance at Zhan Ji, "Have you gained weight recently?"

Wei Chu, who didn't get distracted, just asked such a question unintentionally, but he didn't expect that after hearing this, he froze immediately, and didn't even bother to chew the pastries in his mouth, so he immediately retorted loudly: "I don't have any!"

Suan Xing'er raised her small face, and smiled at Death Ji, "Uncle Chicken is fat."

Even though Wei Chu had corrected Suan Xinger's Uncle Dead Ji's name countless times, he still couldn't remember it, and whenever he saw Dead Ji, he would call him "Uncle Chicken".

Death Ji likes him to death, but he never cared about it, but seeing Suan Xing'er laughing at him with his father at this time, Death Ji couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh, you little villain," Wuji made a gesture to pinch Xing'er's face, but Wei Chu quickly poked her in the ribs, and immediately couldn't stand the itch, and shrank back on the chair in desperation , said angrily, "Just pamper him and bully me."

Wei Chu couldn't help laughing.

Dead Ji didn't answer the conversation, and picked up another piece of pastry and ate it.

"You are so strange today, you talk too little."

Wei Chu showed a sly smile and raised his eyebrows pointingly, "You are not like this usually."

Death Ji has a cheerful personality, although he talks a lot, he is a master who is embarrassed to tell others what is in his heart.

If he really encountered something embarrassing, he might not be able to pry his mouth open even if he was knocked out.

Wei Chu understood his character, so he didn't force him to ask, and let him lazily eat pastries.

Tired from eating, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, leaned back on the soft pillow, yawned wearily, and said to Wei Chu, "This hot summer... always makes people feel sleepy."

"You? Feeling sleepy?" Wei Chu turned his head in disbelief, and gave him a serious look, "When you were arresting people before, you never said a word that you were tired after running hundreds of miles overnight."

"There is such a thing?" Death Ji straightened up, recalled for a while with a stiff neck, and finally shook his head, "...Why don't I remember?"

Suan Xing'er climbed down from the table, trotted all the way to the side of the couch where Death Ji was waiting, and hugged his leg: "Hug, Uncle Chicken."

Yi Yi stretched out his hand to lift the fat baby into his arms, but accidentally exposed his slightly fat waist.

"You shouldn't be..."

Wei Chu looked up and down at Xingji's swollen skin, and made a bold guess in his heart.

He wanted face so much, he had to ask Qin Hesu to secretly show him to him.

Because of sister's matter, Wei Chu hasn't been with Wei Jing for a long time.

To be on the safe side, Wei Chu sent Suan Xing'er to Ximing's room early, to prevent him from seeing his father "beating" his father.

Wei Jing had dinner in Yisi Hall, so naturally he didn't see Wei Chu secretly drinking to build up his courage.

By the time he returned to the bedroom, most of the alcohol smell in the room had dissipated.

Of course Wei Jing didn't know what Wei Chu was thinking. After washing up, she returned to the couch as usual, closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.

Suddenly, Wei Chu lifted the quilt, turned over lightly and gained the upper hand, looking down at Wei Jing's black eyes were flooded with water.

Wei Jing immediately understood what he meant, reached out to the hidden compartment inside the bed, and said at the same time: "Wait, I'll take...the diaphragm."

"It's long gone."

Wei Chu leaned over and kissed his lips, and said slowly.

He seldom drinks alcohol, and now, taking advantage of this drunkenness, he can still say a few love words to Wei Jing that are usually difficult to say.

"I like seeing you shy the most."

Wei Jing's ear tips began to turn slightly red in response to the occasion.

"Yes, that's it..." Wei Chu pinched his earlobe in satisfaction, "I really like it."

"Brother Chuchu, please spare my brother."

There is no way, Wei Jing is really worried that Wei Chu will be recruited again, he really doesn't want to see Wei Chu's face pale in pain again.

Wei Chu tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, but finally felt a little bored, and made a gesture to withdraw his legs straddling the quilt, and lay back under the quilt to rest, but Wei Jing held down his knees: "Are you angry?"

"..." Wei Chu took his hand away, lay down heavily in the bed, with his back to Wei Jing.

"Brother Chuchu~"

Wei Jing arched Wei Chu's back with his shoulder, but got no response from him.

After drinking, Wei Chu is very easy to coax, as long as Wei Jing makes a sound, he can no longer restrain his enthusiasm, and he will soon be defeated.

However, Wei Chu, who had vented his anger, was still not reconciled, and teased Wei Jing: "You don't seem to like me very much."

Wei Jing couldn't stand being wronged like this. Although he knew that Wei Chu said this on purpose, he was still unhappy.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he pretended to be sullen and turned sideways, so that Wei Chu could not see his face, and instead led the army: "When you came back that day, you almost knocked me into the river , here, and here, it still hurts.”

Wei Chu glanced at his strong tendons, and he knew that the bastard was talking nonsense with his eyes open.

However, the atmosphere is here, and Wei Chu does not want to break the warm and peaceful context between the two of them for the time being, so he turns over and rides on the quilt, just like the night he detoxified Wei Jing, and covered it with his fingertips. into Wei Jing's eyes——

"Chuchu, what are you going to do? You... huh?"

Before Wei Jing finished asking, Wei Chu leaned over to his neck, turned his head, and kissed his lips heavily.

Rather than talking about kissing, it might be better to say that Wei Chu is biting randomly like a young animal tearing its prey, without any rules at all.

Wei Jing was so kissed by him that he couldn't speak, so she could only ask quickly while taking a breath: "Chuchu, what are you going to do?"

Wei Chu's forehead was covered with thin sweat, his ink-like hair stuck to his sideburns, and he said to Wei Jing word by word: "I think I bumped into you..."

Wei Jing was worried that Wei Chu would think wildly because of his joke, and hurriedly explained: "I was just playing with you..."

Before the word "smile" came out, Wei Chu pressed Wei Jing's lips, as if he didn't care about his explanation, instead he chuckled lightly:

"Then you bump back."

The author has something to say:

Suan Xing'er: Is there anything I, a distinguished VIP user, can't see?

Persimmon: You have changed, you are so brave, I like it so much

Chu Chu: It is true that Jiu Zhuang is cowardly

[Good night, babies, muamuamua~]