Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter Nineteen

Zhao Chao is not the same as several brothers. He did not choose to go on official career. When he was young, he followed the master of Taoist temple to learn medical skills.

He also inherited his master's medical skills, and he is regarded as a famous doctor in the capital.

Zhao Chao is not only good at medical people, but also quite accomplished in poison. Three years ago, his second brother asked him for a colorless and tasteless slow/sex/poison/drug. At that time, he joked that the second brother was worthy of being a brother, and he started to be more ruthless than his brother.

The name of the medicine was "Azure", and the second brother asked him for it, and he naturally gave it and kept his mouth shut. He also asked who is this medicine for? Unfortunately, his second brother did not answer.

The medicine was given for three years, but during this time, the second brother didn't ask him for it again.

Zhao Chao guessed that 80/90% of this medicine was used on Song Luan.

Zhao Nanyu's wine seems to be very good. Even after drinking two glasses of noodles, he didn't change color. He didn't talk much in front of his two younger brothers. He sat quietly and drank.

There was a strange silence in the room, she didn’t feel embarrassed when she didn’t talk to Song Luan. She looked down at the cakes in front of her with boredom and counted a few pieces in a plate.

Zhao Chao poured a glass of wine for her. This time Zhao Nanyu stopped her from drinking, but glanced silently without a word.

Song Luan probably also felt that Zhao Chao didn't like her very much, even if there was a warm and kind smile on his face, it seemed a bit false.

She straightened her waist and was never as humble in front of others as she was in front of Zhao Nanyu. Song Luan behaved like a proud young lady. Even the tone of thanks seemed so reluctant, "Thank you."

Zhao Chao frowned slightly, and seemed to perceive her unusualness, but she always felt that Song Luan was no different than before, and she was still that unruly woman.

Not knowing shame, not knowing manners, and being snobbish.

Zhao Chao smiled, "I haven't seen Ersao in a long time."

Song Luan's tone was indifferent and alienated, "Really? I don't remember."

Zhao Chao was still angry, still looking at her with a smile, he gave birth to a face that made people easily off guard, he said: "I heard that Ersao was sick a few days ago, I wonder if my body is better recently?"

Song Luan coughed twice, his eyebrows faint, and he shrank back with two words, "Alright."

The reason why she refused to answer in front of Zhao Chao was actually two reasons. One was that she didn’t want to be in front of someone who didn’t matter anymore, and the other was that she was afraid to behave a little intimately, and Zhao Nanyu would think she was old again. The problem is to seduce his brother.

Considering it comprehensively, she is still cautious. The only person she can't offend in the whole book is the male lead Zhao Nanyu. It doesn't matter how other people think of her or how to talk about her.

Zhao Chao didn't lose his temper. No matter how he was dumped, he didn't get angry. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to continue to ask. Zhao Nanyu, who had not squeaked, glanced at him and said coldly, "Okay, drink. "

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhao Chao humorously closed his voice.

Song Luanru sat on the needle felt and just wanted to go home quickly. She did not want to drink or participate in the grudges between their brothers. Especially now that Zhao Wenyan's eyes are still fixed on her, but he doesn't have much kindness.

Zhao Chao stopped, but Zhao Wenyan couldn't help but whispered: "Who knows whether the disease is true or false, maybe it's just pretending."

She did this kind of thing last year, pretending to be sick and slipping out of the house, looking for Xiaoduo in the kiln to have fun.

Zhao Wenyan's remarks aroused Zhao Nanyu's not-so-good memories. He looked at Song Luan with a smile on the side of his eyes, gently stroked the fine hair on her cheek for her, and said, "She won't lie. , Ayan, you are speechless."

Zhao Wenyan just couldn't figure out why he wanted to protect her, what kind of protection does this kind of person have! ? He blushed and really wanted to shout at Song Luan for a shameless shame!

She once pretended to be ill and scratched her head in her arms. Zhao Wenyan had never been embarrassed to tell his brother.

Song Luan smiled embarrassingly, and Bailian said: "He didn't mean it, I don't blame him."

Zhao Nanyu's eyebrows were curved and his voice was cold. "Ma'am is really a lot of adults."

Song Luan's blushing face was all red, and her blushing face had a different flavor, full of charm, and the candlelight shone on her shining eyes. Her eyes seemed to be shining with water, and her ears were also flushed with red. She drank a glass of water before suppressing the heat in her heart.

Zhao Wenyan was vigorous this evening, pouring a glass of wine down, and I wasn't sure who was venting his anger. He was young and had not much alcohol. At the end of the drink, he was not sober. He blushed and had thick necks.

Song Luan always stretched his back, his eyes were not on him from beginning to end, and he was lonely and cold. Unexpectedly, he touched his nerve with the root string. Before leaving, Zhao Wenyan suddenly rushed in front of her, scolding her vigorously, "You shameless."

He is a scholar and an underage boy, and he has almost never done such an unscrupulous thing as cursing others.

Song Luan was scolded, and naturally had no good face for him, and immediately scolded back, "You are shameless."

"You wore less in front of me and deliberately fell on me to seduce me..." This sentence just had time to speak before the throat, Zhao Wenyan let Zhao Chao drag it away.

Song Luan drank two more or less tonight, and the wine sturdron dared. Her guts were a little bigger than usual, so she rushed to scratch his face like a shrew and wanted to pull his hair.

Zhao Nanyu grabbed her wrist with a quick eye, and smiled shallowly, "It's quite splashy."

Song Luan stopped seeing him when he saw him, and quietly took him by the wrist and took him to the restaurant.

Zhao Chao took the drunk Zhao Wenyan into the carriage, and Song Luan followed Zhao Nanyu back to the Song Dynasty.

The night is dark and the wind is high. The cold wind slapped on the face, Song Luan's drink was sober, his mind was dizzy, and his feet were soft.

She is actually a very lazy person, and she will never walk away if she can sit.

Moonlight stretched the reflections of the two people. Zhao Nanyu strode forward and walked quickly. Song Luan struggled to keep up with his footsteps. After walking for a long time, his feet hurt. This body is really squeamish.

She panted behind Zhao Nanyu, her heels were sore. There were only two of them on the street. Song Luan burst into tears in the corner of her eyes, and she came up with a little temper. "I'm not leaving!"

Zhao Nanyu heard the movement behind him, turned around, the moonlight half-falled on his bright face, slightly closed his jaw, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Luan wiped his eyes and said aggressively, "I can't move."

She pouted and her face was unhappy. Zhao Nanyu looked at her like this, and she was momentarily distracted and itchy, but she thought she looked very tasty.

"Not far away."

Song Luan pointed to his left foot, afraid he would not believe it, and bent down to take off his shoes and socks, stretched out his smooth feet, and pointed to the heel, "Look, it's worn out!"

Zhao Nanyu was taken aback by her shocking behavior, then she froze, squatted down, gathered her feet in the palms, wiped the blood on the heels, put on her shoes and socks, and dark eyes stared at her Look, the voice is extremely cold, "No shoes are allowed to be taken outside."

It was also because there was no one in the middle of the night. If someone let him look at it, he would dig the eyeball of that person.

Song Luan was just doing something wrong with the spirit of drinking. Her mind was still sober. She was calmly defended after being murdered, and reluctantly returned: "Oh."

Zhao Nanyu said nothing, crouched down and carried her on his back.

Song Luan fell on his back softly, his hands hooked his neck, and the faint breath from his nose sprinkled on his neck, and it smelled sweet.

She tilted her head, squinted and stared at him motionlessly, her eyes slowly crawling up from his chin, his facial contours were very delicate, and her nose and eyebrows were all her favorite.

Song Luan was dumbfounded. In a trance, she stretched out her fingers and gently touched his face. Zhao Nanyu froze for a moment, and his face was still cold and cold. Finger touched, whispered: "Be a little better."

Song Luan heard his voice and did not move. It was incredibly well-behaved. She withdrew her finger and understood, "Oh."

She wanted to say that she had listened to him very much. Dare to speak out all the time.

Song Luan suddenly laughed and called his name, "Zhao Nanyu."

He continued to walk forward with her behind her back, listening intently. His voice was hoarse, "What's wrong?"

Song Luan's thin legs caught his waist and moved around him, his white soft chest rubbed against him, and Zhao Nanyu's breath gradually increased, and he said dumbly: "Don't move."

Song Luan was disobedient this time, grinning in his ear, "Do you like me? Hmm?"

Zhao Nanyu's face was tense and silent.

Song Luan's eyebrows were filled with laughter, and she exhaled with air.

Isn't it just hooking/inviting? She is not not.

Hooking/leading the male lead is even more of a problem.

Zhao Nanyu took her back to her house, and the people under the vigil were shocked when they saw the appearance of their young lady. They hurriedly avoided their eyes and dared not look at his wife.

Zhao Nanyu rudely kicked the door open and threw the woman on the bed. Song Luan's face was slightly sloppy, his clothes were messy, and his white neck was reddened. It was really very charming.

He tightened his jaw, expressionless, but his voice in his throat was hoarse, "You are drunk."

Song Luan wasn’t drunk. Seeing that he wouldn’t touch him, he simply rolled up the quilt and wrapped himself tightly.

I don’t like you anyway.