Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 56

Song Luan put away the smile on his face when he saw Zhao Nanyu, then he arranged his clothes and looked at him with his face down.

Shige didn’t even wear shoes, stepped on the carpet in socks, and ran happily to Zhao Nanyu, hugged his thigh tightly, looked up at him with his face, the charcoal in the house smoked his face a little red And he smiled, "Father."

Zhao Nanyu touched his face and hugged people up, looking up at Song Luan, who lowered his head and said nothing. He walked over and asked in a low voice, "Have you eaten dinner?"

My brother shook his head, "Not yet."

Song Luan suddenly stood up and put on a tunic, "I'm going to let people cook."

I haven’t seen you in ten days. Song Luan feels that Zhao Nanyu seems to be thinner, but this is not surprising. This day is a critical moment. He is estimated to be very busy. She is just a pity to know the brother’s letter that she just wrote.

Because it is a young year, the evening meal is especially rich. The red candle illuminates the room.

Song Luan also went to the kitchen in the afternoon to stew pigeon soup, and boiled a bowl of rice dumplings. The room was warm, Zhao Nanyu took off the outside cloak, and inside was a cyan crew neck shirt.

Zhao Nanyu drank a small half of the pigeon soup and didn't eat much. He seemed to have something to worry about, frowning and gloomy from the beginning.

Song Luan pretends that she can't see anything. She just stalks her own food and doesn't even talk to Zhao Nanyu very much. It's not that she didn't deliberately speak, but there is nothing to say.

The happiest thing is knowing my brother. In the past, I was the only one who had him and my father. This year is different, so is my mother.

Xiang An had dinner without incident, Song Luan hid in the back room, pulled out the needle thread from the drawer, planned to embroider a pair of socks for the brother, her female red messed up, these socks are purely used to practice hands.

Zhao Nanyu's face seemed a bit uglier, but he didn't say anything. He took Brother Ge to his desk and started to check his homework. Although Zhao Zhao came very little these days, he didn't relax even a little bit.

After checking the homework, it's not too early.

Song Luan washed his face with water, and then moved slowly to Zhao Nanyu. His expression was light and calm. "Where do you sleep tonight?"

She thought that Zhao Nanyu would not want to stay in her house, he was probably still angry, so there was no news for so many days.

Zhao Nanyu opened his lips and whispered softly, "Know your brother's sleeping compartment."

He just wanted to stay. Song Luan subconsciously pinched his palm, his face a little white, nodded and said well.

Mother-in-law brought her brother Si to wash, and only Nan and Zhao Nanyu were left in the room. She began to be nervous inexplicably, even if she lowered her face, she could feel a searing gaze fixed on herself.

Song Luan raised his head, opened his mouth and was about to say something. The man in front of him strode forward and lifted her waist with one hand. The movement was a little rough. She threw her directly on the bed. She was just about to get up. The shadow cast down.

Zhao Nanyu has been patient for a long time, and he has been unable to restrain himself for a long time. The trapped beast was completely released from his inner cage. He was treated coldly for more than ten days, and he was irritated.

His face was cold and frosty, and the big palm strongly clasped her wrists on the bed, gently folded it, and pressed it on top of her head. Zhao Nanyu lowered her head and kissed her. Song Luan didn’t open her face and avoided him dangerously. This kiss.

Anger flashed in Zhao Nanyu's dark eyes, one hand clasped her slender white jade wrists, and the other free hand firmly pressed her chin, forcing her to look up at him with her face upturned. .

Low voice asked: "Hate me?"

Song Luan admitted and did not deny that Zhao Nanyu didn't seem to want to chat with her. She bit her lips into a small, small mouth, tasted the sweet **** smell, and was satisfied.

Zhao Nanyu had just taken her clothes away, Song Luan took advantage of this opportunity, her hands broke free and pushed him away, she held the quilt on her chest and looked guarded.

Zhao Nanyu sneered twice, stabbed by the reluctance in her eyes, and his face was pale. As soon as he raised his hand, all the candles in the house were extinguished, and the house suddenly fell into darkness.

Song Luan turned his back to him with a confused mind, and she just didn't want Zhao Nanyu to touch tonight.

After she slept, Zhao Nanyu was still awake, the moonlight was bright and bright, and the shimmering moonlight happened to shine on her cheek. Suddenly, he saw tears in the corner of her eyes, silent.

The woman seemed to have had a nightmare, and her expression was uneasy. Zhao Nanyu stretched out her hand to embrace the man and wiped her tears with her fingers.

He sighed, "What should I do with you?"

No scolding, no coldness.

Like living a little ancestor.

Zhao Nanyu felt a pain in his heart, but this little ancestor did not have him in his heart.

*

The two people continued to stalemate, the next day, Song Luan woke up early, she didn't sleep well that night, she had been dreaming intermittently, constantly dreaming of the picture of Zhao Nanyu's sword through her heart, her body inside the dream All the organs in the area were corroded and hurt, but after waking up, I didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Song Luan also hates her dreamy physique, and most of the pictures she dreamed of have happened in the past. She began to be uneasy. Will Zhao Nanyu not poison her in the end, instead stab her with a sword?

Song Luan was too lazy to think about it, so as not to scare herself. Suddenly, she heard the movement of Zhao Nanyu getting up, and quickly closed her eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

The man beside him lifted the quilt and got out of bed. After putting on his clothes, he seemed to glance towards her.

Zhao Nanyu looked at her silently for a long time, suddenly raised her finger to reach her neckline, opened the collar and looked at it, the piece of jade he gave her was still worn on her neck.

He withdrew his finger, and Song Luan heard the sound of closing the door soon.

As soon as Zhao Nanyu left, she immediately opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. She almost forgot the piece of jade he gave. She was reluctant at first. Later, she was only put on by the coaxer who bluffed him. Too.

Song Luan walked to the window in a jacket and made a small slit. The sky outside was still snowing. The red plum in the courtyard was facing the frost and snow, and the branches were covered with white snow.

The red and white blend, the scenery is brisk.

The cool wind came in through the cracks of the window, and after only a short blow, Song Luan felt cold, and she closed the window again.

She untied the red string around her neck, carefully placed the jade pendant on her palm, carefully examined it for a moment, and silently placed it in the locked drawer in front of the dressing table.

Open the drawer, and there is a letter and a book right inside. This and Li Li were not written by Song Luan. She had just worn it in this body. I thought it had been written by the original owner early. Perhaps it was the same as her. For various reasons, it had not been given to Zhao Nanyu.

Song Luan puts Lishu and Yupei together, and she thinks it will not be long before these two things should be sent to Zhao Nanyu.

I don't know if it was blowing too much cold wind. Song Luan started to cough that night. Zhao Nanyu looked at her several times. Her throat was itchy, and she could not hold back her cough. "I'm fine."

Zhao Nanyu continued to write down his fold, but Song Luan's coughing could not be suppressed.

The man put down the pen and turned to go out the door.

Song Luan thought that he had been quarreled back to the study by himself, and he felt a little bit sad in his heart, and was a little bit sad. It didn't take long for the door to be opened, and Zhao Nanyu walked in with a bowl of soothing ice-cold sugar soup.

Zhao Nanyu handed her the bowl, "Drink." After a pause, he asked: "It's cold these days, you're cold, and you're blowing less wind. I want to see the plum blossoms and let the maid help you fold the two branches in the house. This is it."

It turned out he knew what she did every day.

It's not time for hypocrisy now, Song Luan took the soup he handed over and drank slowly. The throat is indeed more comfortable than before, she whispered: "Thank you."

Song Luan felt faintly, I am afraid that Zhao Nanyu will not continue to endure tonight.

He was abstinent for many days, and he was a young man with a flesh and blood, and was injured by Song Luan's movement last night.

Tonight, Song Luan can't hide anyway.

Zhao Nanyu blindfolded her eyes. She really didn't want to see her indifferent, alienated eyes. She didn't say a word during the whole process. Finally, Song Luan's hand could not be lifted, and he was sweating around him. In arms.

Her fingers are sore and weak.

It was Zhao Nanyu who was kind enough to untie the black strap covering her eyes, and a finger wrapped around her black hair, playing with it carefully.

Song Luan soon fell asleep. In memory, Zhao Nanyu seemed to say a word to her, but she slept too much and didn't hear clearly.

*

After this love, Zhao Nanyu went out early and returned late every day. Sometimes he was too busy and slept directly in the study. He didn't come to her for days.

Song Luan felt that Zhao Nanyu was deliberately neglecting her, but she really didn't care much. She liked him to be sad for this kind of thing. As a result, although both of them were at home, they met less often than before.

Zhao Nanyu's birthday was on the fourth day after the young year. Song Luan had forgotten it all. It was Lin Ma's words in her ear that she knew.

At this time, it was too late to prepare his birthday gift. Song Luan pretended that he did not know that he had not prepared anything from beginning to end.

Song Luan remembers that the male host didn't like to have a birthday, which was troublesome. I thought it was a sparse and ordinary day, and it was no different from the normal day.

In the day, Zhao Nanyu did not appear in front of her, Song Luan thought in his heart, maybe he had forgotten this day.

At night, she had just climbed onto the bed to cover the quilt, and the door was pushed open. Zhao Nanyu's chest was stuffy, and it seemed uncomfortable to block it.

He came close to her with a cold face, and sat down beside the bed, looking straight at her, but said nothing.

Song Luan's fingers clenched the sheets under him quietly, the knuckles were pale, and she thought Zhao Nanyu was looking for her to settle the bill.

Song Luan waited for a long time and did not wait for him to open his mouth actively. As a last resort, she asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Nanyu's face was pale, he smiled, "It's nothing, just come and see you."

She shouldn't have been expected to remember her birthday. Zhao Nanyu thought that in her heart, maybe he was not as important as the boy named Huai Jin.

Seemingly seeing her uncomfortableness, Zhao Nanyu immediately stood up, "I have something to do, you go to sleep."

"it is good."

Looking at his thin back, Song Luan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and somehow began to feel guilty, as if she had really done something too excessive.

She turned off the light, lying on the bed for a long time, difficult to fall asleep, closed her eyes was Zhao Nanyu's pale face, and there was a little lonely pity reflected in her pupils.

The character of the male owner is a typical round figure, which makes people hate and love. His childhood is tragic, not valued by his loved ones, and often bullied by others. But he is also a ruthless character who kills people without blinking, and the methods of hurting people are extremely cruel.

Probably no one has spent his life in his life. Zhao Nanyu just stopped talking, maybe she wanted to tell her about it?

Song Luan guessed like this, rolling two times on the bed, feeling uneasy, and with a long sigh, still got up, got dressed again, and went to the kitchen.

Song Luan cooked a bowl of chicken noodles for Zhao Nanyu, put them in a food box, and prepared to send him to the study.

It was too cold outside, halfway, Song Luan went back to find his cloak to wear, most of his face was hidden in the fur collar, showing a pair of round eyes.

When she walked to the study, her shoes were soaked in snow, her socks were soaked, and she felt uncomfortable.

Song Luan raised his hand and knocked on the door. There was no movement in it. She knocked twice. Zhao Nanyu's voice fell through the door and fell in her ears. The voice was really not pleasant.

"Who?"

Song Luan softened his throat and replied softly: "It's me."

After a long silence, the door in front of her was opened from inside, and Zhao Nanyu dragged her into the house.

He was so eager to move that Song Luan almost overturned the food container in his hand.

Zhao Nanyu's eyes were dull and asked, "How did you come here?"

Not long ago, Song Luan seemed to have asked similar questions to him.

She took out the chicken noodles in the food box. The noodle soup was still hot and even steaming. She didn't say that it was longevity noodles. She gently said: "Oh, I'm afraid you're hungry. I made you a bowl of noodles. ."

The breath blocked in Zhao Nanyu's chest seemed to disappear, and he dumbfounded his throat and said what she said, "Well, it's really hungry."

Over the years, it was the first time someone remembered his birthday and cooked noodles for him.

Grandpa Zhao does not remember, neither does the old lady.

No one in this family cares about his life and death.

Although Zhao Nanyu doesn't like to eat pasta, he still eats the bowl of noodles made by Song Luan himself, and he has no soup left.

The tableware was naturally cleaned up by the people. Song Luan rarely entered his study. The number of visits was one of the few. Maybe she was not used to smelling the sandalwood in the study. Her chest was stuffy and she was a little vomiting.

With a pale face, Song Luan wanted to leave this room as soon as possible. "I'm sleepy too. I went back to rest."

Zhao Nanyu's observation ability was amazing, pinching her wrist bones, and stopped people, "Why is his face so ugly?"

Song Luan was tormented by this disgusting feeling of not vomiting, his eyes were redder than rabbits, and a few drops of tears hung from the corners of his eyes.

She waved his hand irritably. "The smell in the study is too bad. I'm going back!"

Zhao Nanyu let go of her hand, stared at her thoughtfully, fastened her belt of the cloak, and then ordered her entourage to send her back.

After the others left, Zhao Nanyu told the entourage outside the door: "Let Ma'am please."

He remembered that this was the second time Song Luan wanted to vomit for no reason.