The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

"It's nothing interesting. Fei Song, since you were young, you didn't become a martial artist, but now that Ji Cheng has been arrested, how can you take care of the family affairs by yourself." It was Master Pan's aunt who was speaking, laughing extremely arrogantly.

Pan Feisong's daughter-in-law, Pan Zhaoshi, is 32 years old, and she is the most kind-hearted on weekdays. Pan Feisong used to wonder why Ji Cheng had always been so hostile to Pan Zhaoshi and his younger brother.

Pan Feisong actually didn't care about the family property, but he came back to his senses at this moment: "But, this is my mother's room, and those are my mother's dowry. Young lady, why did you move them all away?"

Mrs. Pan Zhao smiled sarcastically: "Hey. There's a good saying. When a woman gets married, she obeys her husband and her son. What kind of dowry, isn't that all Pan's property. Now that the master is gone and the wife is gone, we Why can't this elder help the housekeeper?"

Mrs. Pan Zhao only felt that she had paid back all the humiliation of entering the Pan Mansion today.

When she was 15 years old, she sold herself to bury her father. Master Pan took her as a concubine for only two taels of silver, while Pan Feisong's mother-in-law brought fifteen boxes of dowry when she came in.

It can't compare to birth, beauty, talent, and it's because the main wife doesn't want to play tricks on the bed with Mr. Pan, which gave her a chance to stand out - she gave birth to a boy because of her stomach.

Pan Feisong's unlucky mother died early. Not long ago, Master Pan disappeared again. Pan Feisong himself is a solid and incompetent person. Didn't the family property fall on her and his son's heads in the end?

Unexpectedly, before he died, that old man still didn't forget to pave the way for his son-in-law, so he recruited Ji Cheng in!

When Pan Zhaoshi heard the news, his lungs exploded with anger, wishing that Ji Cheng would die suddenly the next day.

Pan Feisong couldn't believe that this was what his little mother could say: "But I am my father's son-in-law. How can you move the family's property at will when the son-in-law is still here?"

Before Pan Zhaoshi had time to speak, the outstanding young man beside him stood up, his eyebrows drooped a little, his eyelids were lower than others, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly for a while.

Pan Yue's appearance is actually better than Pan Feisong's, but because of the downcast eyebrows and the faint smile that always hangs on the corners of his mouth, it always makes people feel a little pity for no reason.

With such a bullying appearance, Pan Yue said: "Brother, your mother didn't have a good time. When I was young, my father loved you the most. You don't like reading and he can't bear to force you. If you fall off your martial arts, you won't let you take a knife or a gun again." .”

"What are you talking about!" Pan Feisong seemed to have been torn off the last fig leaf in public, his face flushed red, and he clenched his hands unconsciously.

Seeing this, Mrs. Pan Zhao sneered and said sarcastically: "You have been reincarnated into my wife's belly. Apart from your birth, you are still better than Yue'er. The master favors you everywhere because you have a mother. , and finally raised such a waste!"

Pan Yue quietly listened to his mother's scolding, and stood between Pan Feisong and Mrs. Zhao by the way, smiling as softly and kindly as ever: "This family's account books are complicated, and you won't be able to handle them for a while. Why don't you hand them over to me?" Leave it to me."

Only now did Pan Feisong finally understand that Mrs. Zhao and Pan Yue didn't have a fuel-efficient lamp: "Even if you two want to be housekeepers, why bother to move my mother's belongings."

"Dead people's things are things that I don't dislike, so I use them, and others may think they are unlucky." Zhao Shi curled his mouth, twisted and twisted his seat, and sat down.

Pan Yue lowered his eyes and laughed twice: "Brother, why don't you go back to the yard to rest first. I'm afraid she won't be able to come back after being taken away by the Master of the State Teacher. My mother and I have to figure it out so that he, an outsider, won't affect the family. .”

"Pan Yue!"

"I'm here." Pan Yue finally raised his head and revealed a pair of gloomy eyes, "Brother, can you see which of the servants present is your confidant? Rather than yelling and destroying the identity of the son of the family, you might as well listen to me." Advise, go back first."

Mrs. Zhao sneered: "Young master's wife violated the laws of the original country and was taken into custody by the Master of the State Teacher. The young master felt that he had committed a serious crime, so he voluntarily shut himself up and contemplated his mistakes. Someone, send him back to his room!"

boom!

The door was locked immediately.

Zhao's words quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys, and some people lamented that the Pan family killed relatives righteously; several big families on Jiangnan East Road knew the twists and turns.Just laugh it off.

The only one who was really worried about Pan Feisong was Ji Cheng.

Zhou Qingyan didn't intend to coerce Ji Cheng - on the one hand, it was unnecessary, even without Ji Cheng, he could still find out the murderer with the power of Bairenlou on Jiangnan East Road.

So Bai Rijicheng talked about other things, and Zhou Qingyan simply asked Ah Qiang to clean up the house for him and take him down.

Originally thought that Ji Cheng would have to wait for a few days before he could bear it, but he didn't expect that the mother and son of Pan's family and Ji Cheng were so impatient.

Zhou Qingyan lay lazily on the beauty's couch, her blue hair hanging softly on her sides, revealing her bare and fair shoulders—the faint red marks on her neck could be seen.

Zhou Qingyan is a person who doesn't like to move by nature. He was forced by Chu Yue when he was young. There was a Chu Heng who opposed him every day, so he studied hard and practiced hard until now.

Now that his martial arts has become a serious illness, Chu Heng loves him so much that he clings to him everywhere, and he is reluctant to say even a single serious word——Zhou Qingyan becomes domineering.

"Cold. Ziyuan, please give me a warm back." Zhou Qingyan snorted and said softly.

When he said this, Zhou Qingyan's white clothes fell loosely to his waist, revealing large areas of fair skin in Chu Heng's eyes.

The man could bear the strength to rub his waist for him, and his forehead was already sweating. He never thought that this unlucky thing played with fire and never looked at the time and place.

"It hurts!" Seeing that Chu Heng didn't respond, Zhou Qingyan yelled again.

Chu Heng took a deep breath: "I don't use any strength."

Zhou Qingyan chuckled, turned over and hugged Chu Heng's neck, his eyes seemed to be spinning, and all of them fell into Chu Heng's pupils, reflecting the spring scenery all over the sky.

"If you press me, it will hurt me." Zhou Qingyan said with a smile, "I won't hurt if others press me."

Two blue veins appeared on Chu Heng's forehead: "Where did you learn this crooked way?"

The smile on Zhou Qingyan's face disappeared suddenly, and the next second his eyes turned red and his nose shrugged: "Ziyuan, do you dislike me?"

Chu Heng frowned: "What?"

"We have only been married for a few months, but we have been together day and night for decades. There are so many women who admire you in the world, no wonder you are tired of it."

Zhou Qingyan spoke more and more vigorously, grabbed the clothes with his hands and put them on his shoulders, and suddenly turned his back, did he hear a slight sobbing sound.

Chu Heng: "...don't make trouble."

Zhou Qingyan has become more and more proficient at playing these kinds of scripts in the past few months. Whether Chu Heng could pick up a few sentences in the past has become Zhou Qingyan's one-man show.

Chu Heng didn't know what he should say behind the "chat book".

Before the two of them expressed their intentions, Zhou Qingyan hid it in his heart, and never crossed the line with numbers on his hands and lips. Now that the affection was said to be inseparable, this ancestor lost the slightest sense of shame.

Chu Heng couldn't compare to him in terms of verbal skills, so he simply pushed the man back under his body again, and touched his face inch by inch with his big hands: "The prodigal son."

Zhou Qingyan laughed happily: "The slave family is an innocent and good family, and he guards his body like a jade for his husband. Don't bully the slave family."

The Chu gangster who bullied Liang Jiazi has lived up to the identity given to him by "Huabenzi", and cleanly tore Zhou Qingyan's clothes.

There were several charcoal basins in the room, and Chu Heng could tell that he was not cold with just his hands, so he ruthlessly turned him over again, and pressed his lower back again.

Only by looking at others can he turn over on his own. This waist injury should be almost healed.It's already getting late today, please ask Fang Bo to come and have a look tomorrow morning, if you drink a few more pills, it should be fine.

Zhou Qingyan groaned and expressed dissatisfaction with Chu's behavior: "Little Xianggong, why do you look down on my family like this?"

"Remove the fine print." Chu Heng's voice didn't change at all.

There was a flash of light in Zhou Qingyan's eyes: "What?"

Chu Heng didn't speak any more, he massaged his lower back according to the method given by Fang Bo, and turned him over easily with his hands.

She's still too skinny, with little flesh on her body, but fortunately she's not as skinny as before.

Regardless of Zhou Qingyan's resentful eyes, Chu Heng tidied up his clothes, and then carried him off the bed.

Zhou Qingyan nestled in his arms obediently: "Master Chu, what did you want to hear from me just now?"

Chu Heng kept his eyes straight and walked steadily.

Zhou Qingyan put his hands around Chu Heng's neck, and blew into the ear of this pretending man: "Master, huh?"

Chu Heng couldn't stop increasing his strength.

"Hahahaha." Zhou Qingyan laughed loudly, "Ziyuan still looks the best when he blushes."

Before Chu Heng could speak, Zhou Qingyan realized that something was wrong, and added, "Of course, if you don't wear it...uhhhh!"

After all, Chu Heng was born in a famous family, so he couldn't stand Zhou Qingyan's teasing, so he put him down and covered his mouth.

Even if Zhou Qingyan couldn't speak, he still stubbornly completed the following words with tone.

Chu Heng helped his forehead helplessly: "Stop making trouble."

Zhou Qingyan frowned, and dishonestly climbed onto Chu Heng's lap.The latter subconsciously protected his waist, not knowing when the man's mouth was pressed against his ear.

Zhou Qingyan didn't deliberately use a woman's voice, but his own clear voice: "Mr.

Chu Heng's Adam's apple rolled: "Yes."

The two of them were playing without shame, but Ah Qiang knocked on the door: "Pavilion Master, Mr. Ji has something to say to you."

Zhou Qingyan: "Hey, he's so impatient. I thought he could hold on."

Chu Heng obviously expected this long ago: "I think I have a heart of stone, but I don't know that falling in love with someone's heart turns me into a stamen."

Blooming or withering, all depends on that person's sorrow, joy, anger and anger.

Zhou Qingyan laughed: "Not only."

Loving someone is like turning into four seasons—following his heart; and like turning into wind and rain—doing nothing for him.

Ji Cheng opened the door and came in, his face turned pale: "Master Chu, Mr. Chu, I know the mastermind of the witchcraft on Jiangnan East Road."

The author says:

Little cuties, the new year is over!