Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 69

Song Luan's face was tender, she could pinch the initial water, and coughed twice. She whispered: "It's okay."

In spring, even if the weather is good, it is still a bit cold. Zhao Nanyu wrapped her in her arms with her cloak, kissed her forehead, and sighed: "It's cold outside, it's better to stay in the house."

Her body was a little bit wrong.

Song Luan shrugs in his arms, "I'm suffocating when I stay in the house every day. And my body has improved a lot in the past two days. It's okay to come out and breathe."

She's about to get moldy.

Zhao Nanyu didn't say anything to her seriously, but punished the servants next to her afterwards. His voice was a little cold, "Did I not say? Don't let her out without my permission."

But if Song Luan really wanted to do anything in this family, no one dared to really stop her. The young lady Jiao had lost her temper and looked like Yang Whip.

Zhao Nanyu rubbed his eyebrows and called in the entourage, coldly commanding, "Find two obedient girls to come and serve her."

Obedience is naturally to listen to him, not to be afraid of Song Luan.

"Yes. Subordinates will do it."

Song Luan had fallen asleep. After returning to the house, she originally wanted to read two books, but she didn't read the cover. She took a copy from the bookshelf. She was dizzy and drowsy after reading the dense words.

Zhao Nanyu turned her face and saw that she was lying on a soft slump. Her entire face was buried in the book. He walked over and took a blanket to cover her, and gently pulled out the book in her hand. Her The cheeks were smoked a little red, and the bright and bright red lips slightly twitched. With a bang, she seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, and she turned around and changed her posture again.

Zhao Nanyu was afraid that she would catch a cold and hugged her up. Song Luan was awakened when she knew such a move. Her long eyelashes moved. She opened her eyes slowly, a little at a loss. She rubbed her eyes and gave a slap. Yawn, asked: "I just fell asleep?"

"Well." He asked: "Are you still sleepy? Do you want to continue to sleep?"

Song Luan glanced outside, it was still dark, and she shook her head, "Not sleeping."

Her mind gradually became clearer, and she wrapped her arms around his neck familiarly, and said, "That book is too hypnotic."

"Buy some folk script for you tomorrow."

Zhao Nanyu also knows that she is not a person who can stay, he is a little busy these days, and can't help her.

Song Luan started a high fever in the night, and he still talked nonsense in the middle of the night. The blood that was finally raised quickly turned white again. In these days, she also lost a lot of her entire body, and the people who were not very plump, seem to be weak. He can break her with one hand.

Zhao Zhao was not in the house. Zhao Nanyu hurriedly called the doctor over and prescribed a dose of antipyretics. Song Luan gradually improved after drinking the medicine, and the temperature on his forehead did not drop until the middle of the night.

After such a toss, it was almost dawn.

Song Luan’s consciousness was faint, and he didn’t respond much to the outside world. She didn’t even open her eyes. She just felt that she couldn’t sleep well. She could not sleep well after tossing and turning, even if she snorted in her mouth. I don’t remember.

I woke up the next day and felt refreshed. I wanted to come to the night that the sweat from the night had wiped Zhao Nanyu away.

She sat up quietly from the bed, standing in front of the window coffin with a thin man, quiet and gloomy.

Xu was aware of Song Luan's sight. Zhao Nanyu turned around and saw her waking up. The deep hidden shadow in her eyes gradually dissipated. "Wake up?"

Song Luan's brain was still faint, "Well."

She opened her mouth and wanted to explain to herself that she really wasn't that weak, so she thought about it as if there was no such need, because she didn't even believe these words.

Song Luan sighed, and as a result, Zhao Nanyu will definitely see her more severely in the future.

She hadn't thought that the immunity of this body had become so bad that she blew a little wind and became ill. It's really terrible.

She finally understood why the original owner wanted to die afterwards, and slowly felt all the organs in the body a little bit damaged. The pain from the five internal organs was so clear that it was worse than the waste.

A breath of coolness spread behind her head, Song Luanguang felt cold in thinking about the days to come.

Her fingers shook uncontrollably, Zhao Nanyu held her hand in the palm and asked, "Is it cold?"

"No." Her voice was dumb.

Zhao Nanyu asked again, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry, I want to eat dumplings."

"it is good."

Soon, a hot bowl of dumplings arrived in front of her. Song Luan was indeed very hungry, but she ate a few dumplings and filled her stomach.

She put the bowl back and refused to eat it.

"You eat more. Too little." If you go on like this, she will be skinny and inferior.

"I really can't eat it."

If it doesn't work, it's hard.

Even Song Luan's coquettishness by pulling his sleeves is not very useful. Zhao Nanyu gently pinched her jaw and forced her to open her mouth, "I won't force you to eat this bowl."

Song Luan was reluctantly forced to eat a few more. She wrinkled her face, avoiding the spoon he handed over, looked at him pitifully, and said, "I can't eat anymore, I want to eat again Vomited."

Some nausea, very uncomfortable.

Zhao Nanyu sighed and finally spared her.

Song Luan suspected that there was always a smell of dumplings in the abandoned house. She had to get out of the bed to open the window. Zhao Nanyu held her hand to keep her from moving, and she was angry and funny. "Dare you open the window? Didn't you burn enough?"

Song Luan shook his head and looked at him very innocently and said, "The taste is too great, so I want to open a slit to let the wind pass."

Zhao Nanyu wrapped her tightly, only to reluctantly agree, and walked to the window to make a thin slit for her, so a pitiful wind could not blow her.

Song Luan is still suffering from low fever.

She guessed that before the weather warmed up, Zhao Nanyu might not let her out of the room.

He was replaced by Song Luan who had been waiting for him. He was replaced by some hard-hearted little girls who did not know where they came from, and they were skillful. She guessed that these people were all capable of martial arts.

Song Luan couldn't help but miss the former maidservant, soft and cute, and she was afraid of being a little more stern, and she didn't dare to stop what she said, unlike now.

No freedom! No one/right! woo woo woo woo.

But Song Luan is still able to explain himself, thinking that Zhao Nanyu is also for her, okay, what can she do? Endure chanting.

*

After the Spring Festival, I met my brother and officially went to the private school to study. Naturally, a small child like him does not need boarding and can go home every day, but Zhao Nanyu is well-managed and regularly checks his homework every day.

Song Luan can only see this child five or six times in a month. After the New Year, the brothers are as long as the branches, and they are much taller.

But the child's temper hasn't changed much. He doesn't like answering outsiders and doesn't like to laugh.

She only smiles when she sees her mother.

Song Luan had a fever before, fearing that he would pass the disease on him and would not let him come.

In the past few days, the fever has completely retreated, and she no longer coughs, so she came to see her again.

Zhao Wenyan also came, and at first sight the arrogant teenager seemed to calm down a lot, and there was not so much maliciousness in her gaze, but when she spoke, there was still nothing good to say.

Song Luan is actually very happy because she seems to haven't seen an outsider in a long time. Even if someone comes to talk to her now, she is very happy to raise the bar!

She blinked at Zhao Wenyan and tried to talk to him in the tone of her elders. "Ayan, I heard from your mother that your family affairs are settled?" She smiled covering her mouth. "Really congratulations You."

Mrs. San had visited her once, and she said this matter. Song Luan can see that the third lady is very satisfied with the future daughter-in-law.

In the original book, Zhao Wenyan did not marry a wife from beginning to end, and only the original owner was in his eyes. Finally, the end was bleak. Now Song Luan sees that he can have a good home and is really happy for him.

Zhao Wenyan stinked, "Thank you Ersao."

In addition to congratulating him, Song Luan also wants to know which one will Zhao Wenyan's future wife be?

"I don't know which girl has such a good fortune."

Zhao Wenyan grunted twice, his tone was not good, and his yin and yang were strange. "I thought my mother told you everything. Do you still need to ask me?"

Song Luan smiled, "You don't want to say it."

In fact, she is not so curious, anyway, she will have to know sooner or later. Song Luan just couldn't understand Zhao Wenyan's temper? She smiled and shook her head. She really couldn't understand what the young men were thinking.

Zhao Wenyan couldn't get out in one breath, "People are the well-known Miss Qian Jin, in short, they are better than you! More sensible than you, and recognize more words than you."

As the original owner who only loves beauty, only likes to compare, and is only interested in gold and silver jewelry, of course, he can't recognize too many words.

And Song Luan, who crossed over, was also stumbling to understand the font of this dynasty, so she also complained that she would fall asleep every time she read a book. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is half illiterate.

"Okay." Song Luan didn't care.

Zhao Wenyan seemed to be discouraged, stood up, and turned away. Just when he walked to the door, he remembered what he was doing, and turned back vigorously, "snapping", and put the things he brought on the table.

"This is me..." He just turned his head, and he immediately changed his mouth. "This is the tonic that my mother asked me to give you. Don't ask too much. This medicine is a good thing. Just eat it. Look at you. This sick seedling looks disgusting."

Weak and can't help the wind, just like dying.

Song Luan said: "Thank you."

"You still... take care of yourself, don't worry about other people's business." He pointed to the box he brought. "It's a very valuable snow lotus, don't... don't waste my mother's kindness. ."

"I thanked my mother for Aluan." Zhao Nanyu came back from the outside with a chill, his eyes turned around Zhao Wenyan, and finally fell on the snow lotus that he brought, with a deep meaning, "Mother is really too troublesome ."

This was not what Mrs. San asked him to bring, but Zhao Wenyan spent a lot of money to buy it.