Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter Six

Song Luan found that her chin still had red marks when she looked in the mirror at night. No wonder she was about to shed tears when she was in pain. Zhao Nanyu might be really hard, and her body was made of tender tofu, slightly With some effort, you can pinch out traces, and it is difficult to fade.

Before falling asleep, Song Luan called the maidservant at the door into the house and asked, "Did Master tell me when you will come?"

Although the maid didn’t panic when she faced her for the first time, she was still very cautious. She was respectful, fearing that she would be beaten if she made a mistake. "The master will not come without notice."

The maid didn’t know what happened to Mrs. Master Mingming almost never stayed here overnight. There were only two such visits a month, and for these two visits, the lady was always impatient and disgusted. , Why did you suddenly ask tonight?

Song Luan didn't know that the relationship between the husband and wife was so cold at this time. Unless she was in trouble again, or Zhao Shi was hugged and educated by her, Zhao Nanyu would rarely set foot in her yard.

She secretly sighed, "I know, you go out."

"Yes." Suddenly, the maid buried her head and whispered: "The slave-servant will bring you calming soup for you."

Song Luan really didn't want to drink the bitter bowl of medicinal juice, but he refused to open his mouth. The maid looked embarrassed, "But if you don't drink, you can't sleep well at night."

She changed her voice and changed her voice, "Then you can bring it over."

This bowl of medicine didn't fall into Song Luan's stomach, she didn't forget the poison! Since there is no written in the book of "Power Minister", she can only find out by herself.

After the maid went out, she poured the medicinal juice into the bonsai by the window. If it was really poisonous, this bonsai would definitely die soon.

At night, Zhao Nanyu didn't come, and it was better if he didn't come. Song Luan couldn't help but he didn't come, her jaw still hurt.

When I woke up the next day, the sky was already bright, the early spring was bright, and the jade planted in the courtyard was full of light fragrance.

After Song Luan was refreshing, someone brought breakfast in. The convention was light porridge. She didn't pick it. She ate two small bowls of porridge with pickles. She felt much better after filling her stomach.

For several days in a row, Song Luan lived in Huai Shui for such a peaceful day. Zhao Nanyu didn't come over or even sent someone to deliver the message. Naturally, she didn't take the initiative to gather in front of his eyes. The only pity was that her brother knew him. She watched tightly and was locked in the front yard, and she had no chance to meet.

After a few more days, Song Luan discovered that she had been pouring the bonsai of Anshen Soup and it was still alive. The breath that was tight in her heart was more than half relieved. It seems that Anshen Soup is okay.

On the vernal equinox, Zhao Nanyu finally appeared in front of her. He was holding a four-year-old brother, who was holding the hand of this good-looking baby. The expression of the father and son was the same.

Song Luan wore a crimson waist-waist skirt on the day, the collar was light white, the waist was slender, and the eyebrows were shining, looking far and past.

Brother Shi shouted at her, "Mother."

She loved the cute and soft child from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't help but touch his head, and soon she withdrew her hand.

She could even notice the eyes of Zhao Nanyu standing on her side. She was a little chilly. Song Luan didn't dare to stare at him. She was also afraid that he looked at her. The surface was gentle, but it was cold. There is also a little bit of anger.

During lunch, only the sound of moving chopsticks could be heard quietly. Song Luan wanted to cry. She dared not eat too much food, nor dared to extend the chopsticks to him. This meal seemed like a sentence.

Zhao Nanyu stopped chopsticks first and stared at her with all her leisure. "Does your chin hurt?"

Now I just asked you why you have gone! ! ! It hurts at the time! How many days have passed! ! ! Don't you think it's too late? !

She roared wildly in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it, Song Luan shook her head, "I don't have pain anymore."

He yelled and then said nothing.

My brother suddenly said, "I've eaten."

Song Luan had to sigh once when he watched it. This child was too good, perhaps because of the blood relationship. The more she saw her brother, the more she liked it. She wanted to knead his small face and wanted to make him play.

"Can I go back to the front yard by myself?" Zhao Nanyu asked his opinion. Unwillingly, he and Song Luan stay together.

Zhao Shi lowered his head and responded unexpectedly, "Father, I want to stay here a little longer."

Zhao Nanyu's smile sagged for a minute, and she looked at Song Luan with a meaningful look, and she looked horrified at the expression of smiling. To be honest, she didn't expect that she would pry her small heart so quickly after knowing her brother. Just to treat him so well, this child wanted to stay with her.

Pang Pang Pang, so broad and patient.

"whatever."

Zhao Nanyu didn't stay much, and went to the study in the front yard.

Zhao Zhi was very upright, his hands were on his legs, his back was straight, his delicate white cheeks bulged slightly, his expression was serious, and Song Luan looked up and wanted to tease him.

She walked over and sat next to him. The brother's body seemed to be stiff for a moment. The fingers tightened tightly on the corner of the dress. He didn't know how he had just wanted to stay. I haven't seen his mother in a month.

In fact, Zhao Shi knew clearly that he missed the last time he was held in his mother's arms. When she closed her eyes, she could smell the good smell of her mother. She would care about herself and ask him if he wrote well? Are you tired?

"Do you want to eat something?" Song Luan wanted to beat herself after asking, just after lunch, he must not be hungry.

As expected, Zhige shook his head, "Not hungry."

Song Luan seemed at a loss, she was also a mother for the first time! After being so hurried, a flash of light flashed in her mind, and she asked, "Will you play chess?"

After knowing brother, he nodded after a while, "Yes."

Ashamed, Song Luan as a modern person, she only knows the rules of Go, but not to play. In short, she can understand but can't play, she smiled, "We don't play Go today, I will teach you a new one Gameplay."

My brother has never heard of any other ways. The **** grape-like eyes looked at her in a blink of an eye.

Song Luan found a set of good chess pieces from the cupboard, sat cross-legged and know Geer on the soft slump, and there was only a low table between them, she said the rules of Gobang to her brother Ge .

This child is also Bingxue clever, understand it after listening to it.

The light in the afternoon is gentler than other hours, and the lazy golden light shines through the panes in the room, warm and bright.

The mother and son sat quietly, and Song Luan held the white son in his hand, knowing that the brother held the black son.

Song Luan concentrated on playing chess and was not affected by the outside world at all. She pinched her white hand, supported her chin with one hand, and stared at the chess game for a long time before slowly dropping. It was very cautious. After all, she didn't want to lose to a child.

It’s also very serious to know my brother. In fact, he intentionally or unintentionally let his mother go several times, but it seems that she didn’t see it, and always went to the wrong place.

Unconsciously, more than one hour has passed.

Song Luan yawned, and she asked, "Aren't you sleepy, brother? Do you want a lunch break?"

Zhigeer put down the chess piece in his hand, although he was very reluctant, "a little sleepy, then I will go back."

He returned to the harsh tone of alienation.

Song Luan stretched out her hand to get her small face that had been coveted for a long time. She smiled and said, "Sleep here with me, anyway, I will take a lunch break, together."

It took a long time to see my brother. The place she pinched quickly turned red. The temperature on her face also rose, and it was hot. He thought that his mother was impatient with him just now, and wanted to drive him away.

His voice was very small, it seemed embarrassed, "Okay."

Song Luan took his little hand into the room, and the four-year-old seemed to be able to do everything by himself. He took off his shoes obediently, and took off his coat. He posed not to move and lay down. Inside.

She went to bed and covered them with quilts. "Sleep."

Zhi Geer closed his eyes, and it didn't take long for Song Luan to lean towards him, letting him sleep in his arms.

The child in his arms didn't move, he didn't dare to sleep when he opened his eyes, for fear of waking up again was empty.

However, I still didn't hold my sleep, and I fell asleep in her arms. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, the sun gradually fell, and the golden light was dull.

At sunset, the door was pushed away from the outside with a squeak. Zhao Nanyu stepped on black boots. He was wearing dark clothes, and the whole body added a sense of killing. The boots fell on the blanket, quietly.

He walked into the inner room, stood in front of the bed with his light behind, and looked at the two people who were asleep on the bed. Those eyes that were gentle like water at any time, faded out of the disguise in turn, exposing the deep anger, dark and terrible Control desire.

The sleeping woman on the bed, her collar slightly open, her white neck and delicate collarbone exposed in his sight.

Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes, covering the dark light in his eyes.