Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 46

If it was not Zhao Nanyu who took the initiative to read letters to her, Song Luan did not know that He Run had written so many letters to her these days. Zhao Nanyu whispered one letter after another.

Song Luan heard ear pain and brain pain. He uttered clearly word by word, and said it very slowly, for fear that she could not hear clearly.

After finishing the reading, Song Luan watched Zhao Nanyu slowly tear the envelope in his hand, and the paper scraps scattered on the ground.

Zhao Nanyu was so angry that he thought of it. He looked down at Song Luan, who pretended not to hear anything, his lips raised, and he laughed straight. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her chin, and bit her words. Tao: "How is it? Impressing you?"

Song Luan felt that the man's vinegar was really big enough. The air was full of sourness, and it was vinegar and gas. She was afraid she would not hear it. But she was also wronged. She didn't write the letters, and she didn't receive them.

Zhao Nanyu intercepted her letter and so sternly shook her face in front of her, it was really stingy.

She was forced to look at him with her face up, and whispered back: "I didn't hear clearly."

Song Luan is still very clever. He didn't face his problems and tried to avoid fish in muddy water, but Zhao Nanyu was not easy to fool at all. He smiled and said, "Then I will read it to you again, this time you have to listen carefully."

Song Luan's eyes widened, did he believe that he had already torn it away?

Zhao Nanyu saw at a glance what she was thinking, and said: "The memory is not bad. After reading it so many times, it will be memorized."

Song Luan's body was stiff, and her heart shook. She stretched out her hand tremblingly, her thin fingers carefully grasped his clothes, swallowed, and swallowed, talking to him in a good voice.

Weird, stingy.

Zhao Nanyu stared at Rao Rao and asked, "How is I doing?"

Song Luan really can't stand his hypocritical and sullen appearance. If he is angry, he will lose his temper directly? ! Why does it slowly torture her heart a little bit like this? She was terrified.

She looked out, raised her face, and raised her voice, "You are angry."

Zhao Nanyu nodded, and the generous ones recognized it and replied: "Well, yes."

The pot fell from the sky, Song Luan was really innocent.

"I didn't write a letter to He Run again, what are you upset about?"

Zhao Nanyu once said nothing to her before, but he often couldn't restrain his emotions, especially what His Highness said in his ear today, which he couldn't forget.

"Then I am unreasonable."

Song Luan suddenly felt more guilty in his heart. Think about it carefully. At first, He Run was the original owner. He Run missed her because she always treated him very ambiguously.

From a reasonable point of view, this matter is indeed her wrong.

Zhao Nanyu loosened her chin, walked to where he usually stayed and sat down. A stack of unused white paper was placed on the desk. He picked up the brush on the pen holder and stood at the table without expression, calmly. Start to practice writing.

The cloud on the face was light and breeze, and I was afraid that there was still gas in my heart.

Song Luan probably knew his temper too. Zhao Nanyu, a person who must be reported, would do the same to her. She made him feel uncomfortable, and he would make her uncomfortable, and toss her hard in other things.

She slowly walked to his side with small steps, and said: "I assure you, as long as I am still your wife, I will never do anything sorry for you."

Zhao Nanyu heard a finger, and the black ink accidentally dripped on it. He put down the pen, "That's it?"

Isn't that enough?

Zhao Nanyu sighed softly, thinking that he could hear words of love from his mouth. In fact, he knew that as long as he didn't ask, she would never admit to like him.

And even if he took the initiative to ask, Song Luan's liking did not matter much, just the scenes he could speak with his eyes closed.

He grabbed her small hand and took the man to his side. Song Luan was pressed into his arms. His powerful palm rested on her waist. "Well, that's enough."

Why get angry with her? She was heartless and heartless, and finally she was the one who couldn't calm her mind.

That night, Zhao Nanyu took her hand and had to teach her to practice her words. Song Luan was unwilling and resisted for a long time. Zhao Nanyu didn't throw a sentence on her face, "Your character is too ugly."

There are no pen strokes, even Song Luan often writes typos.

This really can't all blame Song Luan. She can't write the characters of this dynasty. The original owner is not a person who is willing to study well. She can't recognize a few words.

Zhao Nanyu stood behind her, wrapped her little hands in her big palms, and took her to write with her strokes.

Zhao Nanyu's breath passed through her ears, Song Luan blushed, his expressions and movements were unnatural.

"Your writing is not as good as the word you know." Zhao Nanyu teased her.

Song Luan was arrogant by what he said, just wanted to turn his back, and then heard Zhao Nanyu then said: "I listened to your brother before and said that you would never review your homework after you come home from school. Your husband's assignments are all written by someone else. of."

"My brother said nonsense, no such thing."

Zhao Nanyu smirked, "If you say no, then there will be no, you have the final say."

Song Luan thought passionately, Zhao Nanyu seemed to be coaxing her, her heart thumped faster, and her cheeks were hot too. His indulgent tone made Song Luan suddenly embarrassed!

"Are you and my brother a good match? Why didn't I know about this before?" Song Luan didn't remember that the original book's older brother and the male master knew each other.

Zhao Nanyu nodded, "Not bad."

In the past few years, Zhao Nanyu and Song Heqing have met many times, and they have been talking more than once or twice. At that time, Song Luan’s temperament was not as clever as she is now. Disgusted, so she often ran out to have a meeting with various other men.

This kind of thing can't be concealed, and Song Luan doesn't seem to have any intention to conceal it.

So every time when rumors come out, Song Heqing always wants to find him, or sorry, more is for Song Luan. Over time, Zhao Nanyu heard many things about Song Luan from Song Heqing's mouth.

Song Heqing is a good brother, but he spoils this sister too much. This is not a good thing.

"Your brother also said that you used to bully others when you were young."

"I forgot, why didn't you tell me what it was like when you were a kid?"

Zhao Nanyu's voice was a little deep, "When I was a kid, um, like you, it was not very popular."

Before he was seven years old, he followed his mother to ask for life. His life was ups and downs, and he was often bullied. After his mother died, he was taken back by the Zhao family. He was worried about food and clothing, but there were still many people in the dark who laughed at him and didn’t like him. Cousins ​​will also hit him with stones.

During the Chinese New Year, the old lady will never prepare his red envelopes, nor will he leave him for dinner and vigil.

Zhao Nanyu's memory was very bad when he was a child, but he could think that Song Luan must have been a petite girl who grew up in the palm of his hand since childhood.

In the past, Zhao Nanyu hated her wayward behavior, and hated her noble way of not looking at anyone.

Today, my heart is indeed happy.

Well, it's cute.

The wayward is also cute.

Song Luan didn't continue to ask, she just didn't bother, just asked this sentence out, Zhao Nanyu's abnormal nerve, wasn't it because the days of childhood were too miserable to be brought up?

Obviously, she was practicing calligraphy, but later she didn't know what happened. The brush in her hand didn't know where she was thrown, so she was abruptly turned to bed by Zhao Nanyu.

Since they knew his brother was ill, they haven't been in love for a while.

It may be that Zhao Nanyu has been a vegetarian for too long, but Song Luan may be more likely to be Zhao Nanyu because of He Run's affairs, and she is determined to get her.

After so many lessons, Song Luan has learned well. Although her tears are useless in front of Zhao Nanyu, as long as she shouts and looks like a bit, Zhao Nanyu's movements will be lighter.

So it didn’t take long before Song Luan hummed, "It hurts, hurt, you lightly. My body was still empty."

Zhao Nanyu kissed the corner of her mouth and seemed to believe her, "Does it really hurt?"

Song Luan nodded, lying without breathing, "Really."

Zhao Nanyu's Wen Yan really lightened his movements. He didn't see her poor acting. He kept silent and continued. This night was extremely long, and Song Luan's last two legs were weak.

When Song Luan got up from the bed the next day, it was not early.

The first thing she did when she put on her clothes was to ask Mother-in-Lin to fry a bowl of soup.

Song Luan’s words, the current people can only do it. She has been serving in Zhao’s house for a long time, and she has been loyal to her master, but for the Song Luan and Lin Ma, who are protected by the master, there are quite a few words in her heart, she fights from the bottom of her heart. I feel that this woman is not worthy of being kind to her, and now she is trying to avoid the soup, which is really chilling.

Zhao Nanyu came back from the outside after training the sword. Song Luan in the house just swallowed the Zizi soup. The mouth was bitter, and he even ate two candied fruits before dispelling the smell of the sick man in his mouth.

Zhao Nanyu silently watched her taking medicine and poured her a glass of water. Song Luan accepted the water glass and whispered gratitude.

Song Luan could see that Zhao Nanyu was in a bad mood again. She propped her chin and thought silently that the man seemed to be very unhappy every day, but his face was particularly stinky this morning.

The two had a good morning meal together. Song Luan went to the cubicle to see his brother as usual. The child finally stopped coughing, and his face turned ruddy, and his illness was all right.

Song Luan was very happy when she saw it, and she planned to cook a bowl of braised pork for Zhige at noon.

Knowing his brother's illness caused a lot of suffering, these days he can only eat light dishes and porridge, greasy dishes are not allowed to touch. Seeing that the chubby cheeks were much thinner, it hurt her.

Recently, she likes to help the younger brother to wear clothes, dress the children beautifully, and has an extraordinary sense of accomplishment in her heart. At first, the younger brother wanted to come by herself, and later let her toss.

Song Luan wore a red dress to him that day, and the autumn was getting stronger. She was afraid that the child would freeze. She just put a thick cloak on the outside. The collar was covered with white fox fur, and it was very warm to touch.

The child's lips are red and white, very beautiful.

Song Luan held her to the outside, Zhao Nanyu looked at her brother, who was holding her obediently, her eyes and brows filled with a cheerful smile,

Suddenly he thought that it would be nice if he could ask for another daughter as saucy and lovely as Song Luan.