Wife Can’t Escape

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chapter Five

Song Luan remembers that when she first put on this body, there was a pain in her heart, and the look in the bronze mirror was also haggard. These two days, she continued to take medicine. Mimi's words were hidden behind her back, her face was not normal, "It's fine, it's all right."

The breeze blowing in the gap between the panes eased the dullness of the room.

Zhao Nanyu looked at her quietly and pursed her lips, "Is it? That's good."

Song Luan smiled dryly at him, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Nanyu looked at her with a smile, suddenly stretched out his hand, and quickly took out the book with her eyes hidden behind her. He turned over two pages and he knew what was said in the book.

It is nothing more than the love story of the poor scholar and the rich family. He has no interest in these. He just looks at Song Luan's smart eyes and looks at him eagerly. Zhao Nanyu doesn't want to pay it back.

If nothing happened, he put away the book and whispered, "Come on, please go to my grandmother."

Song Luan whispered back, thinking that she wasn’t wearing socks until she collapsed. She later hid her pair of snow-white feet, and Zhao Nanyu glanced at her without saying anything, standing silently. Get up, "I'm waiting for you outside."

As soon as he left, Song Luan felt a lot free, stepped barefoot on the blanket, rushed to the cabinet and found Luo socks and shoes to put on, and soon she appeared in front of Zhao Nanyu.

He looked at her silently for a while. The crimson cross-necked jacket skirt was very beautiful on her body, and the fine belt outlined her beautiful figure. A golden candid step was inserted in the bun, eyebrows. She was painted with flowers, and she could see that she was dressed up carefully.

I have to say that Song Luan stood still in the crowd and was very eye-catching.

Zhao Nanyu raised her hand and took the right steps for her, explaining in her slightly stunned expression: "It's crooked."

Song Luan was terrified, "Thank you."

He didn't squeak, lifted his steps forward, and didn't mean to hold her hand. Song Luan didn't care, and Fudi made a small follow behind him.

Every time, Song Luan dresses up to go to her grandmother to ask for peace. The grandmother likes a good woman of virtue and virtue. Her beautiful appearance is not liked by her grandmother. She always wears a lot of makeup and has a big temper, often Is to be scolded.

This stupid thing of partiality doesn't know the reason why he was scolded and punished every time. He just thinks that grandmother doesn't like her.

Zhao Nanyu did not intend to remind her, nor did she intend to tell her something.

The Zhao family is a famous family. Although Mr. Zhao does not have an official position in North Korea, he has a certain position. He was the teacher of the former emperor and later taught the new emperor. On duty in the cabinet, the second son was at Dali Temple, and even the third son who was the least successful was also in the official department.

It was Zhao Nanyu's father who failed.

The whole family didn't like Zhao Nanyu very much. This also included his father. When he was young, he likes to go out to drink flowers and wine. He accidentally saw the beauty of Zhao Nanyu's mother. Not selling himself, and later let Zhao Sanye cheat to bed, and soon had him.

It’s just that as soon as the child fell to the ground, Grandpa Zhao wouldn’t recognize him, and the Zhao family wouldn’t be able to agree that he would take a prostitute into the house, because Grandpa Zhao was also hammered by Grandpa Zhao with a cane. , And even took him to see this son later.

Within a few years, Mrs. San also had a son, and Zhao Sanye even looked down on the born son Zhao Nanyu.

There are several magnolia trees planted in the courtyard of the main yard. The flowers are about to bloom this season, and the buds are beautiful.

Crossing the small stone path in the small garden, and then through a vermilion courtyard door, they came to the old lady's house door. Some grandmothers went in to give notice. After a while, someone came out and invited them both in.

Song Luan was very clever all the way, and he made up his mind not to be in the limelight and did not cause trouble to the male host.

Before entering the house, a scent of Buddha rushed into the nose. Mrs. Zhao was in the middle, wearing a fuchsia veil, with small sleeves and embroidered peonies on her clothes.

Although the old lady is not young, her eyes are still sharp, and her eyes are slightly raised. When she looked at them, she was born with a little contempt, which was very uncomfortable.

Song Luan was sullen, and I don't know how Zhao Nanyu endured these years?

It seems that the male lead is not easy to be humiliated, to bear the humiliation and bear the weight, to be stubborn all the time.

The old lady drank half a cup of tea. It seemed that she remembered the two people standing there. She said lightly: "I know you don’t want to see me as an old lady, but even if you don’t want to come on the first day of every month, you still have to come. Defensive."

Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes, "Grandma misunderstood."

The old lady saw that he had a headache, she was biased, □□ What fun can she give birth to? Moreover, Zhao Nanyu was far less painful than his brother's recruiting. Compared to the two, she felt that Zhao Nanyu was not pleased.

"Misunderstanding? Do you know how long you are late? Half an hour. Your younger brother has finished drinking tea and you haven't come yet! It's really...not educated!" Scolded Zhao Nanyu, she didn't think it was enough, she glanced at him and dressed up Song Luan, who is like a flower, lit her and scolded: "And you! How can you still be a woman who is a mother? What is your face? What does it look like at home?"

Song Luan told himself over and over again that he could not be angry, to be kind and to be calm and to be a Buddhist, but to make her apologize and admit that she could not do it, that is not something the original owner could do.

She was afraid that she would be retaliated for being too serious, and simply bowed her head and pretended to hear nothing.

Coincidentally, her lack of oil and salt makes the old lady mistakenly think that she is provoking her.

The old lady looked more and more angry, and she felt uneasy. She got up from the chair and walked to her, and almost pointed to her head. She said angrily: "I really don't take my old lady in my eyes. You dare not talk back."

"The girl is not allowed to go on the countertop."

Song Luan breathed a sigh of relief, and that anger rushed in and out of her chest, causing her uneasy mood. This old lady Zhao was also unreasonable and too sloppy.

She continued to swallow.

"Dumb?!" The old lady's angry face was green, and Yin and Yang said strangely: "No family can go on the table."

Fuck the years and go to **** the Buddha! Song Luan couldn't stand it anymore, raised his head and opened his mouth, "Grandma, your family includes yourself."

The old lady's face turned from green to white, which was brilliant.

The two-million-word overbearing male essay "Quan Chen" does not require logic. Everyone is set up to serve male lords. The old lady's malice against Zhao Nanyu's grandson can brush his malicious value and blackening value well.

Suddenly, Song Luan's wrists tightened, and Zhao Nanyu caught her and dragged her behind him, then lowered her eyes, and looked like you were scolding, "Grandmother shouldn't be angry, it's all grandchildren. ."

After giving her down the steps, the look on the old lady's face eased a little, "Forget it."

She was not in a good mood when she saw this grandson. When she was in her early twenties, she looked gloomy. It was not that he looked gloomy, but that there was a sharp edge hidden deep in her eyes.

Like a wild wolf, her eyes glowed with evil light. One of the reasons why Mrs. Zhao didn't like him was that she always felt that the family of all sizes would be applauded by him in the future.

"Let's go back." The face was normal, but the tone was impatient, and she didn't want the two to upset her.

Seeing is innocent, and hastened away.

Mrs. Zhao has never left Zhao Nanyu for dinner in the main yard. She rarely urges him to take care of him during the holidays. For the grandson, she hardly cared about it. Although he was beautiful, he looked too much like his prostitute. Zi Niang, the Zhao family received a lot of humiliation because of his mother. She was also scolded by Grandpa Zhao at that time, blaming her for failing to teach her son well, to cause such a shameful thing.

The old lady always remembered to hate Zhao Nanyu's mother-in-law, and now these grievances are passed on to Zhao Nanyu.

Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyebrows and stood upright near the door frame. His thin body seemed a bit lonely in the sun. He opened his lips and whispered: "The grandson resigned."

After a salute, Song Luan went out with him. She felt from the bottom of her heart that Zhao Nanyu's mood should not be very good at the moment, but she was also very interesting and did not disturb him.

There are so many wrong sayings, and it's too obvious to beg for him to doubt him.

The two people walked together in silence.

Zhao Nanyu glanced past Yu Guang lightly, and glanced at the blank and empty look on her face, her lips slightly upturned, her smile cold, but she didn't care about him at all, even acting so perfunctoryly.

It didn't take long for him to take his eyes back, strode forward, no matter whether the person behind him could catch up with him.

Song Luan had no choice but to increase his speed, followed closely behind his **** like a small tail, Zhao Nanyu stopped suddenly, she inevitably ran into his back, the man's back was hard like a rock, hit Her nose is red.

She touched her nose, her tone unconsciously softened, and Nuo Nuo's voice fell on his heart with a strange sweetness, "It hurts."

The complaint in the girl's mouth seemed like a natural coquettish.

Zhao Nanyu turned around and stared at her blushing nose with smooth eyes. He stretched out his fingers, his clean fingers pinched her chin, and squeezed upwards.

"Does it hurt?" Qing Qingqian shallow words, as if collecting debts.

Song Luan avoided his eyes, "It's not the chin, it's the nose, it really hurts, I didn't lie to you."

Yingrun's eyes that were about to overflow the water made her look like she was being bullied, weak and humble, and delicate as if he could make her bones with only one hand.

Surprisingly, Zhao Nanyu actually likes her present grievance and looks at him with an extremely pitiful look.

Zhao Nanyu increased his strength unconsciously.

Subconsciously, Song Luan drew a cool breath, frowned, and her eyes were red, but she did not dare to call pain, and she endured his unprovoked actions with extreme suffocation.

Damn, it hurts! Anger!

Zhao Nanyu naturally did not drop the unwilling expression on her face, he suddenly felt that bullying her seemed like a very happy thing.