Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 42

Song Luan's legs were trembling, and the secret road was not good. Zhao Nanyu came back earlier than she thought. Seeing her belated, Zhao Nanyu bent her eyes and whispered softly, "Jump down, I'll follow you, don't be afraid. "

His beautiful eyebrows seemed to have a smile, Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to be angry, and she didn't blame her meaning inside or outside, but Song Luan listened to him, and his heart trembles, and his feet were unable to stand. Steady, and fell off the high wall without paying attention.

Zhao Nanyu didn't lie to her, but took her steadily and hugged her as if she didn't plan to let her down. He walked into the house and said, "Fortunately, I'm here. If I'm not there, would you fall to the ground?" He smiled lowly, his voice laughtering dumbly.

Song Luan lowered his eyes, not only did not dare to look at him, but did not answer his words. She was still very guilty this time, after all, it was she who deceived first, and there was no way to stand upright before him.

At dusk, the sky in the distance was reddened by the afterglow of the setting sun.

After entering the room, Song Luan Mali rolled down from him, Zhao Nanyu looked at her quietly with a smile on her face.

Song Luan's clothes were already dirty, and the pink skirt skirt was covered with mud in the corners. Her gray-faced face looked really embarrassing.

She lowered her head and stared at her toes. She was waiting for Zhao Nanyu to settle accounts with her. The man was so stingy that he would not spare her like that. After waiting for a while, Song Luan didn't wait for the person in front of him to do anything.

Zhao Nanyu calmed down and touched her face, "I'll let you bathe in water, and it's a little dirty cat."

The more he was like this, Song Luan couldn't stand it anymore, and his brain was suddenly hurt.

She took clean clothes with her scalp and took a shower after taking a shower. She took off her clothes and sat in the bath tub. There were petals floating on the water and a faint fragrance. The steam was hot and Song Luan's body gradually relaxed.

Song Luan lay in the bath barrel for a long time. It was not that she took a long time in the bath, but she did not want to go out to face Zhao Nanyu. She preferred Zhao Nanyu Tieqing to say that she did not keep her promise, and did not want to see him smiling.

It's really scary.

After half a stick of incense, the water was getting cold soon, and Song Luan was reluctant to get up from the bath tub. After getting dressed, he walked out slowly.

Zhao Nanyu stepped forward and wiped her hair by herself. He said, "Why do you need to cross the wall if you really want to go out? It doesn't matter if you climb the wall. If you break your leg, you won't be worth it."

Somehow, the big rock in Song Luan's chest fell to the ground. After a long day of worry, Zhao Nanyu finally said that she had climbed the wall.

Probably the heart of her villain, Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu's last sentence was scaring her, suggesting that she would interrupt her dog legs if she climbed the wall again in the future.

She opened her mouth and wanted to speak. Zhao Nanyu didn't give her this opportunity, and continued: "I blame me too bad, you shouldn't let you accommodate me last night."

Song Luan dares him to admit his mistakes, and whispered in a low voice: "This time it's my fault. It has nothing to do with you. I don't have anything to say."

Zhao Nanyu smelled the light incense on her body and smiled, "Well, don't mention this, next time you don't want to do such reckless things, I am most afraid of you being injured."

He smiled deeply in the corners of his lips, and Song Luan felt hairy in his heart, and listened to him again: "You love beauty so much that you don't want to leave scars on yourself."

Song Luan's throat was tight, and he spit out a word from his mouth, "Hmm."

After so many lessons, Song Luan did not naively think that Zhao Nanyu let her go like this, and since he was under the corner of the wall, Bacheng also knew that Huai Jin had been squatting on that wall, this dead man It’s weird not to mention anything.

Song Luan was still lamenting her luck when she went out. She had overturned the car in a day, and she looked like a climber out of the wall to see a wild man today.

Late at night, Song Luan scrambled to the bed diligently. Zhao Nanyu wore a white tunic and long black hair like satin scattered randomly. The candlelight reflected on his white and jade-like face. With a book in his left hand, see Song Luan After coming over, the book was silently collected.

Song Luan was frightened by his scorching eyes, and had a hunch in his heart that it would be a bad day tonight!

Maybe Zhao Nanyu is waiting for her here! This man likes to torture her in bed.

Not to mention torture, she will feel comfortable in addition to being tired.

Song Luan was slammed into the bed by his vigorous force. The whole person was trapped in the quilt. Zhao Nanyu's long fingers slowly crossed her cheeks and landed on her collar.

He chuckled softly without saying anything, and his low hair bit her lips so hard that this time it was a real bite, and she took a breath with pain.

Zhao Nanyu's movements have never been gentle and fragrant and sweaty. He refused to let her go and attached to her ear and whispered, "Is Huai Jin beautiful?"

Song Luan answered in his heart, beautiful.

But she dare not say it.

But she didn't open her mouth. Zhao Nanyu had some way to let her speak. Song Luan felt that her waist was no longer her own.

"is it beautiful?"

"No...not beautiful." Song Luan almost cried out.

Zhao Nanyu kissed her chin, nodded in satisfaction, and began to ask the next question, "So he looks good or I look good?"

"You...you...it's you," she sobbed.

Zhao Nanyu smiled, "He is infatuated with you, and he hasn't given up for half a month."

Song Luan flinched back and sniffed her nose. She said: "Don't get me wrong, I am just a friend with him."

She only treats Huai Jin as a younger brother. She did not dare to be involved with him before she left Zhao Nanyu.

I also hope that this time Huai Jin will not provoke Zhao Nanyu's hatred because of her, and he will clean up again.

Zhao Nanyu glanced at her and knew what she was thinking. She treated her hair wet with sweat and said, "Relax, I won't move him."

Zhao Nanyu is very scheming and understands that Huai Jin still has a position in Song Luan's heart. He will not treat him like that. He gives Huai Jin a chance to win sympathy.

He was slowly tidying up these concubines, coming one by one, coming to Japan, he was really not in a hurry.

Song Luan was slightly relieved that he was really afraid of him. Zhao Nanyu also said that in her face, if you see the wild men who are related to her, they will all be killed one by one.

Song Luan did not sleep well tonight, and had several small nightmares in succession. Zhao Nanyu in the dream was wearing a white robe. The clean and tidy clothes were covered with bright red blood. He held a hand in his hand. The sword and the tip of the sword were dripping with blood.

This **** fishy Zhao Nanyu smiled slightly at her and raised her hand. Song Luan found out that his other empty hand was squeezing her heart.

Song Luan was scared as soon as his face was white, and he woke up immediately. It was still early, the sky outside the window was not bright, and the darkness was dark.

But there was no one around Song Luan. Zhao Nanyu went out a few days earlier. The situation in the capital was complicated. He would be busy discussing measures with His Highness.

The queen's maiden's maiden came fiercely, holding heavy soldiers, but returned to Beijing without permission. Everyone knows what the idea is.

The emperor did not go up for several days. He stayed at the Wenhua Temple and never came out. The queen refused to visit anyone on the grounds of healing.

If the emperor did not survive this, the world would probably fall into the hands of His Highness Ten, who was still young.

Song Luan knew that the emperor's death was not in this period, and it would be a few months, and two days later, the emperor should wake up.

However, these things have nothing to do with Song Luan. She has already reminded the Song family once, and if there is a chance to meet her brother Song Heqing, she will remind again, and his brother believes what she said. , It depends on fate.

In late summer and early autumn, the temperature of the day fluctuates greatly. It makes people tremble in the morning and evening, and they need to undress when the sun is highest in the afternoon.

Song Luan selected the cloth early, and sent Grandma Lin to the shop to make new clothes. Not only her, but also Zhao Nanyu and his brother.

I don’t have a little bit of work to know my brother. The four-year-old pitiful student has to study three hours a day. He is a premature baby and there is no meticulous person to take care of him. It didn’t take long for him to know that his brother was sick. high fever.

Song Luan's anxious eyes turned red, holding the child on the bed, she hurriedly said to Grandma Lin: "Go and find a doctor!"

She put her hand on the forehead of the brother, and tried the temperature. It was okay if it was not too hot.

Zhao Chao stood aside and coughed twice, "Will Ersao give me your brother?"

Song Luan subconsciously hugs his brother and forgets that Zhao Zhao is still a famous doctor. "No need."

She also felt that Zhao Chao was putting too much pressure on knowing her brother and scared her children.

Zhao Chao also lost his temper, although he seemed to hate Song Luan more, but knowing his brother, but his nephew who had been in pain for four years, could not bear to look at the terrible appearance of his fever.

He said: "Second sister-in-law, don't forget that I am a doctor, I can see my brother well."

Song Luan Wenyan gradually let go of his brother, changed his hand to her, lowered her head and said, "Then hurry and see him."

Zhao Chao breathed a sigh of relief after crossing the pulse. "It's just a fever."

"Just?!" Song Luan sneered again and again, and he continued to fight with him.

The child in his arms closed his eyes and hummed and seemed to be uncomfortable. Zhige stretched out his little fingers and slowly grabbed her light sleeves. He said weakly, "Father, don't worry, I will be fine soon."

It is normal for him to be ill. The premature baby is already weak in bones. Knowing his brother is a good child. He usually feels a little uncomfortable and refuses to say that it hurts his body.

Song Luan embraced him and made up her mind that she must take care of her brother.

Seeing her brother still unhappy to see her, she got up and kissed her on the cheek on her left, "My mother, shout."