There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter One of the Sixteenth Piece: (Eleven)

Linglong was still sleeping sweetly when she was wrapped in a quilt. She didn't care what was happening around her. He Xiuzhen admired the quality of her sleep. Compared with him who can wake up with a little wind and grass, she is no different from a little pig. But thinking about it from the side, it seems that he also confirmed his male prowess.

However, compared with the tenderness and affection of last night, Linglong woke up quite ruthlessly. She slapped He Xiuzhen's face and pushed him away, staying away from herself, refusing to be kissed by him: "Don't come over without brushing your teeth."

He Xiuzhen said: "You come to smell it, I am not smelly at all."

Linglong turned to cover his mouth with disgust, but later felt that it was not enough, and raised a little white foot, kicked out from between the two, just hitting He Xiuzhen's chest, terribly fierce. He Xiuzhen didn't have any temper at all to her. The warm big hands held down the exquisite little feet, lifted them to the mouth and took a bite. Her whole body was fragrant and soft, completely different from him. Last night He Xiuzhen had a deep understanding of what self-control and will, and what it was He Xiuzhen didn't know.

Even if he went back to Qiucheng to be beaten up by his father-in-law, he would recognize it. After all, in that case, even the saint couldn't help it, let alone him?

Seeing Linglong sleepy and Yan Xing still reluctant to be touched by him, He Xiuzhen only felt hate and love, hate's teeth tickling, and love's heart tickling. He felt that this was really a little devil and took his heart away. Don't leave it to him.

Linglong moved her toes and put her hands on the bed. At this moment, He Xiuzhen looked very handsome. He usually wears military uniforms and always likes to button the buttons to the top. The trousers are always straight and neat. Linglong has long wanted to do it by himself. He stripped naked and tried. She finally got her wish last night, and now she thinks he is beautiful and delicious. She took off her military uniform and the figure feels good. The muscles are long and slender. Linglong was also moved by the kiss. They hadn’t eaten yet, and the two of them simply rolled together again. .

When he finally went downstairs to eat and drink enough, He Dashuai, who had nothing to do today, was in the living room on the first floor. He smiled at the two of them with an ambiguous Hengsheng. By the way, he gave the eldest son a thumbs up: "Good boy, I have the demeanor of the past! "I think he made them yelling at night by the ten girls! Now it seems that his son has also inherited his talents, okay, okay! A man still needs capital to make a woman fall in love with each other, He Dashuai thought confidently.

He Xiuzhen always thinks that he is vulgar, and he really doesn't know how his mother thought of this guy back then, or how his grandfather educated such a thing. He glanced at He Dashuai disgustingly, and asked lightly: "It's not working anymore?"

Otherwise, what did you say back then? Heroes don't mention being brave.

Linglong laughed out loud, not giving the future father-in-law a little bit of face. He Dashuai is fifty this year. Of course he can't be as energetic as a young man, but he has a strong self-esteem. How can a man be looked down upon in such a thing? Right now, he wanted to stand up and fight against He Xiuzhen. Fortunately, he still had a brain. After seeing his son’s cold face and his daughter-in-law’s unstoppable smile, he coughed and said, “What nonsense, there is no temperament at all. Back down."

Linglong laughed louder, and He Xiuzhen took her by the hand and walked towards the kitchen, not too lazy to talk to Dashuai He, this guy was ashamed to say that the others had no temperament, and told him to see that the most temperamental person in the world was He Dashuai himself.

Seeing his son and daughter-in-law, He Dashuai melancholy touched the white thigh under the cheongsam of his sister, Mrs. Hua, and asked: "My dears, do you think I am not old?"

The sister Hua Jiao smiled and calmed down, and Dashuai He thought for a moment, too, if he really doesn't like it, can he let the two flower-like aunts have children? Speaking of which is how many children he has come... Forget it, I can't remember it, let him go, and it's not too much to support anyway.

The main reason to bring Linglong back to Qingcheng was to meet with Marshal He, and then to put incense on He Xiuzhen’s deceased mother. The others were gone. After a procedure, it showed that Linglong would be the young lady of the He family in the future, and also let He The handsome children and aunts know who is the hostess of the future He family, lest some people are too active in their minds. Speaking of which, Dashuai He has a lot of women in these years, but if he can stay with him and be a concubine, he is definitely informed and interested, and he will never have any wrong thoughts.

Although Western culture is gradually invading, most people's thinking is still more traditional, especially for men like He Dashuai. He likes beautiful women and is heartless. He is called a baby to everyone, but he really likes it. Which one is really not there. It is estimated that Mr. He himself is not able to distinguish the names of the 38 concubines, what they like, and what they hate. But he is also very affectionate. His elder aunt and wife are not too young, and he hasn't discarded them either. They offer delicious and drinkable offerings, and their children are also responsive.

He is a terrible husband, but he is definitely a competent father.

He Xiuzhen is precocious, but he was brought up by his grandfather. Otherwise, it is the virtue of Dashuai He who is not guaranteed. Linglong fantasized about He Dashuai's version of He Shaoshuai, and suddenly the meat didn't want to chew, almost squirting out.

He Xiuzhen helplessly wiped her small pink mouth with a handkerchief: "Don't think about it when you eat, I will never do that."

"It's okay." Linglong opened her mouth and ate a piece of beef he was feeding. "Anyway, I will find as many men as you find women. It's fair for everyone to find each other."

He Xiuzhen's face sank: "Don't even think about it."

Linglong's eyes widened: "What's your tone and attitude? I think you have to blame me? We just did it last night, and now you turn your face on me?" After releasing the chopsticks, he turned away angrily. "Stop eating."

He Xiuzhen hurried to catch up, kissed, coaxed, and agreed to a lot of unequal treaties. Finally, he was satisfied with the little ancestor and came back to eat again. He once again realized the fact that he was planted.

Not only did he pull back to eat, he had to wait on him carefully, and the servants beside him didn't dare to breathe when he looked at the atmosphere. To be honest, where is the marshal at home, the marshal has to look at his face and act, who is not in awe when he sees it? Now they are actually fortunate enough to witness the scene of the young marshal humbly bowing down to please the young grandma...Will the young marshal be stunned into anger later?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is. The self-esteem of a man is terrible.

So the big guys collectively lowered their heads and dared not raise them. Unfortunately, the ears don't have the same function as the eyes, so you shouldn't get shot just by hearing it!

The two of them were eating halfway, and there was a fragrant breeze. Linglong raised her head and saw one of the sisters. The two sisters were twins. They looked basically the same. Anyway, Linglong couldn't tell the difference. She came in and asked someone to pour tea. She said that the handsome was going to drink it. When she left, she glanced at the soft-spoken He Xiuzhen for several times. Although her eyes were hidden, she couldn't hide from Linglong. She squinted her eyes and didn't like it very much. Others covet their own things.

"What are you looking at, eat quickly."

Linglong reached out and pinched both cheeks of He Xiuzhen, and the handsome young marshal immediately turned into a pig's head: "Xiuzhen, do you like excitement?"

"Um?"

"I mean your dad's aunts and wives, all of them look good, don't you have any other thoughts when you are so old?"

He Xiuzhen felt that he was insulted, and he frowned slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, how could I be that kind of person."

"Just kidding, I'm full, you come with me."

Linglong pulled up He Xiuzhen and ran upstairs. He followed behind and had to tell her to run slowly, staring at her for a moment and refused to relax. Many times he felt that he was not begging a charming young wife to come back, but hugged her. A spoiled little girl who has to be used to it, look at Linglong’s noisy work, without any slack for a second, He Shaoshuai is so heartbroken, he feels that if he watches from time to time, he doesn’t know she can make something. What kind of tricks, I don't understand what weird thoughts are in her little head.

"What are you doing?"

Linglong touched her nose, rummaged through the boxes and found a cheongsam with a more old-fashioned color. She didn't like to wear this one, but now she was very interested, so she started to change clothes in front of He Xiuzhen. He Xiuzhen couldn't turn his eyes. The dark green cheongsam covered the delicate skin little by little, and the snow white was hidden. There was a trace of regret in his eyes. Then Linglong rushed over, "Come on, let's play the game."

"Um?"

"Now I am your little mother."

He Xiuzhen: "???"

"Just now the thirty-seven did not know that the eyes of the thirty-eight wife looked at you very wrong, I think in order to prevent you from thinking about whether or not you should be moved, let's play the role first."

To put it bluntly, it's not that she wants to play.

He Xiuzhen knew what Linglong meant. Although he liked playing games with her very much, he learned that kind of woman... He pulled Linglong into his arms and let her sit on his lap, "Don't compare yourself to them."

"I didn't. Would you like to play? Come on, call Mom and listen."

He Xiuzhen couldn't bear it. He would play this weird thing with her to have a ghost, call her mother? "Let me see how you gave birth to me first."

The two of them fought together, their exquisite feet pressed on He Xiuzhen’s chest again, panting, her small face was sweating slightly, it was really fragrant and sweaty, and she gasped slightly: "You, you are unruly with me, see if I don’t call and tell My father, let him hack you to death."

"It's impossible to hack me to death. At most, I will beat her." He Xiuzhen bit her finger, "If I die, you will be a widow."

"There are so many stories about the little widow, I'm happy."

He Xiuzhen was so annoyed that she wanted to hit her. She really didn't know where to hit her. She learned a lot of vulgar words, so she dared to say it when she opened her mouth. "If you were a little widow, I would be an old widower. We were born together."

Very good match.