Wife Can’t Escape

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This is an anti-theft seal

Zhao Nanyu was not bored with her delicate and daring resistance, and even felt an abnormal pleasure in her heart. The weak could only live with him, controlling her sorrow and joy, and greatly satisfying his control want. He also likes the claws she occasionally reveals, cute and arrogant.

Song Luan thought that what was going to happen tonight, how did she know that Zhao Nanyu still closed at the last step, fastened the buttons one by one for her, and said softly in her ear, "Sleep."

Song Luan closed her eyes but couldn't sleep at all, and she remembered that Zhao Nanyu, who is the male lead, had a great feature-serious cleanliness. The domineering male master in the female frequency article is not a problem with cleanliness, but a good quality, which means that he will not like a woman casually, nor will he easily have a relationship with a woman.

While she was relieved, she was still somewhat lost. Song Luan secretly pinched her thigh. What was the inexplicable loss? ? It's really beautiful and wrong.

After Xiaoyu came to the house to make trouble, the husband and wife lived together for a long time.

Suddenly, another month later, Song Luan was shocked to realize that a very important plot of the book "Power Minister" was coming soon, and that was the appearance of the hostess.

The female protagonist of "Power Minister" is tailor-made for the male protagonist. It is a small white flower that can be blown away. She does not understand the simple and kind things in the world. After the seriously injured male host, the male host took an interest in her without a surprise, and this interest became a favorite over time.

Since then, the male host has killed the Quartet, although the female host has no skill at all, but she will be coquettish! And the male host is a person who loves to look at the pretty girl coquettishly, so he spoils the female host all the way.

Angry, really angry.

The gap between people is so big, the heroine is right to do anything, and even if she doesn't do anything, she must bear the blame for the original owner.

Human tragedies are tragic.

The male host clearly arranged the female host's arrangement, and later the people who served beside the female host in Zhao's house were his confidants.

When reading the book, Song Luan felt that the hostess seemed to be very happy, she didn't need to do anything, and no one was her opponent. She stayed in the backyard all day long and was spoiled.

But this kind of life doesn't seem to be very free. It's secretly watched by many people when you go out. It feels bad that this kind of life is controlled by others.

But it didn’t matter to her. Song Luan thought about it early. After eliminating the hatred value of Zhao Nanyu, he had a good talk with him, and then he kept on rolling. Anyway, her mother does not lack money, and it does not matter if she is abandoned. And she ran away from the beginning.

As long as the hostess appears, she can slip away!

Beautiful.

The only thing that made her headache is that at present, it seems that Zhao Nanyu still has no plans to be separated from her. He really exerts his domineering attributes to the fullest. Life is my own, and death can only die by my side.

Oh, I'm so scared.

Song Luan finished the morning meal and went to the front yard. Although the husband was a dog man, the son was still very good and won her heart.

Zhao Chao is teaching brothers to read poetry these days. Song Luan stood outside the door and waited for a while before he came out. Zhao Zhao was always a smiley face to anyone, such as Mu Chunfeng, unconsciously letting people relax, Can't bear to guard against him.

He saw Song Luan stunned for a while, and immediately smiled, saying: "The second sister-in-law is here, and the brother-in-law is still inside."

"Well, I came to see him."

Zhao Chao couldn’t stand in front of the door. He seemed to want to stop her path. He was still not at ease. The scars on the brother who knew him from the past were all made by her. Who knows if she really repented or was hypocritical recently? What? Thinking about this, the smile in the corner of his eyes froze, and he said, "How is Ersao free today?"

Song Luanpi smiled and flirted, "I'm free every day."

Zhao Chao took a closer look at her face and suddenly gave way, "Then I won't bother Ersao."

Song Luan frowned, thinking that Zhao Chao had a subtle attitude towards her and should hate her, but she smiled every time she faced her, and her attitude was better than others.

She shook her head and didn't think about it any longer. She pushed open the door and entered the study. She knew that the boy was sitting at the low table and looked at the book in front of her face with a serious expression on her face, as if encountering difficulties.

Song Luan sat down next to him, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you understand?"

Zhigeer answered truthfully, "I don't understand."

Song Luan felt that the ancient poems taught to him by Zhao Chao were too difficult. Why did the four-year-old child put such a heavy burden on him? She gently put his books together. "If you don't understand, you won't read it."

Shige looked at the book in her hand and shook her head seriously. "No, my father will check at night."

"What?" Frowning her brow, she asked, "Will you be fined if you can't answer it?"

I know my brother nodded, "Yes."

Song Luan then asked: "What will be punished?"

"Copy books."

Song Luan was angry, embracing his brother, and filled with indignation: "We will not watch today, and I will definitely not let your father punish you at night."

Ding Dadian's child, what is such a strict picture? At just four years old, it was when she was enjoying her childhood that she couldn't bear it.

I didn't say it, I wanted to learn it myself. No one at home wanted to play with him. The children of the same age in the house were far away from him, but he didn't like those people either.

It might be better to sit quietly in the house and read a book.

But my brother seemed to dislike him when he looked at his mother, so he closed his mouth and said nothing.

Song Luan was afraid of the child being bored, found paper and pen, used her drawing skills to personally draw a map of the game of Monopoly, and then made a dice with Hum Hum Hum.

The mother and son sat cross-legged by the window, and the golden light leaned down the top of her head.

Song Luan simply told him the rules, and then the two started the first game.

Shi Ge quickly understood how to play, and the child's luck seemed to be better. It won't take long to win the game. He raised his face and showed a very bright smile to Song Luan.

Song Luan squeezed his face in a good mood, waved his hand, "Come and play!"

Although Brother Zhi thinks this board is mentally handicapped, he looked at his mother's happily playing and he closed his mouth.

Near noon, the Zhao family suddenly became lively.

The sound of the gongs on the street pierced through the wall courtyard and into Song Luan's ears. She asked curiously the girl beside her, "What day is it today?"

The gongs and drums were loud and the firecrackers sounded. It's not like a family is having a happy event.

The maid replied: "The Emperor List is unveiled today."

Song Luan suddenly realized that it was the scientific expedition. It was lively outside, but there was little movement and quietness in the house.

It was only in the afternoon that she heard that Zhao Wenyan was off the list, and after losing her temper in the house, she did not eat or drink, nor did she know who she was breathing.

Song Luan knows that this time he missed, and next time he got his wish. After a few days, Song Luan had no intention of meeting Mrs. Zhao San several times. The woman's face was haggard, her face was pale, her eyes were red, she should have cried for several times, and her face was full of sorrow.

After she inquired, she realized that Zhao Wenyan had not yet come out of the blow of falling behind, and was willing to eat, but he was not willing to talk to people.

Zhao Wenyan was spoiled in the palm of his hand when he was young. He was talented, proud, and hard to accept for a while.

When Song Luan saw him by the pond, he subconsciously planned to avoid it. He seemed to be taller than in the previous days. He was standing tall and white, like a paper. He just turned around. His eyes were facing each other. Song Luan found him Lifeless, the pride that once seemed to be beaten up and down.

She sighed that some words were originally undesirable, but thinking that only Zhao Wenyan would die after the original owner and eventually died for her, she could not remain indifferent.

Since she couldn't ignore it when she saw it, she walked slowly past and greeted him.

Zhao Wenyan stared at her resentfully, even if she just called his name, he thought she was also laughing at herself.

Song Luanhuan held his hands and looked up at him, "I heard you fell out of the list?"

"you!"

No one in the family dared to presume it in front of him. She said it lightly, simply wanting to humiliate him.

Zhao Wenyan wanted to be more aggrieved, and the woman's heart was easy to change. She used to say that she liked him, and turned to look cold at him.

"What's wrong with me? Isn't I telling the truth? I still heard that you want to commit suicide if you don't eat or drink?" She showed no mercy and walked slowly to the edge of the pond, pointing her finger, "Oh, Why bother so much, if you really want to die, just jump from here. Preservation is faster than hunger strike."

Song Luan did not give him a chance to speak at all, and then said: "You can rest assured that your second brother and knowing brother will honor your parents for you, so you can rest assured."

Zhao Wenyan's face was flushed and brilliant, he couldn't take it anymore, he shouted angrily, "I didn't want to die!!!"

He just felt embarrassed. At that time, his second brother had already won the Jinshi early, unlike him.

Song Luan glanced at him, "I didn't want to die, who did you show it to, your mother was all worried about thinness, you might as well read more books during these times, you are only sixteen, you are still a long life, It’s like a girl, I’m laughing.”

Despite the comfort, Song Luan also has to make the words ugly.

It's really fun to be a bar guy.

Zhao Wenyan gradually calmed down. The woman in front of him didn't seem to mock him, but he still didn't want to show his weakness in front of her, "I want you to control!!!"

He pulled his leg and left, and turned back halfway, with a bad tone, "Who let you control me! Take care of yourself, don't pull with other men in the future! Or else... otherwise my brother will not let go Passing you! Hum! I’m saying this! Do you like to listen!"

He was kind enough to remind her that this woman is still annoying as always.

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.