What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 172

In Sige, when Fu Jichun suffocated his neck with a suffocated breath, Lin Zhao in Tinglan Waterside Pavilion suddenly felt his neck loosen, as if the fatigue of the past two months had disappeared in an instant, and then The hot towel handed over after the spring equinox gently covered her face and leaned back.

Chun Equinox smiled lightly at the side: "Madam, since the Eldest Young Master is back, the Fifth Young Master has to pack up and go back to the Jackdaw House to live with the Fourth Young Master."

"I'm not going back."

In the bedroom, Xue Yong's milky voice rang loudly, Chun Equinox was so frightened, he opened the curtain, saw the fleshy man lying on the bed, frowned and said: "Fifth Young Master, where are you like this?"

Xue Yong wanted to cross Erlang's legs, but because he was too fat, he couldn't lift his legs up, so he hummed: "I'm the young master of this family, I won't leave if I don't say so."

Who wants to be with fourth brother, sleeping next to sister-in-law is very sweet.

Chun Equinox leaned against the door frame, and said disdainfully: "When Eldest Young Master comes back, it will be too late for you to leave." Then, Chun Equinox went forward and picked up Xue Yonglai, "At least go back to the downstairs wing tonight."

Xue Yong yelled no, broke away from Chun Equinox's hand, and immediately ran to the window, holding on to the window sash tightly. Unexpectedly, his eyes glanced at the courtyard, and he was shocked. Before the Spring Equinox came to catch him, he went upstairs first He ran down, still muttering: "Big brother is here, big brother is here."

The spring equinox pinched his waist, looked down at the swaying figure, and only thought it was funny, just now he was a cowardly person, but now he is a coward.

Hearing Xue Yong said that Xue Dao was back, Lin Zhao took off the hot towel on his face and put it beside him. Seeing that Chun Equinox had also gone downstairs, Lin Zhao looked down while holding the handrail of the stairs, Xue Dao came towards him, He smiled lightly and said, "It's so late and you haven't slept yet, are you waiting for your husband?"

Lin Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "It's Xu time."

"Yes, it gets dark early in winter."

After Xue Dao finished speaking, she strode up, Lin Zhao didn't notice, she was hugged by him directly against the wall, Lin Zhao subconsciously hugged Xue Dao's neck, his strong forearm was under his knee, this sudden domineering Terrified; Lin Zhao didn't even have time to blush: "You..."

"I haven't seen you for more than two months, Mingwei, do you know how much I miss you."

Under the night, Xue Dao's eyes were like stars behind a mist, and the unconcealable light shone straight into Lin Zhao's heart, and before she could open her mouth, she fell into the mattress in a whirl.

"Nephrite in my arms, I can't stop."

Xue Dao only said these eight words, and then Lin Zhao was irresistibly possessed.

Lin Zhao seemed to be sucked into the vortex in an instant, but unlike before, she was still awake after the end, but her body was sore and limp, wrapped in the quilt, her eyes were exposed, looking at Xue Dao who was still staring at him.

Xue Dao sat beside her, looking down at her with his arms outstretched, and wiped the sweat from Lin Zhao's forehead with his hand: "What are you so wary of me for? If I don't come, can't you?"

Only then did Lin Zhao let go, moved the quilt down, and greedily took a breath of fresh air.

"Fu Jichun is dead." Xue Dao said, and said lightly, "Amitabha."

Lin Zhao was not surprised, she had heard Mang Zhong say it, but Xue Dao's words about Amitabha, I remember when he kicked the gangster to death on the street in Huaizhou, he seemed to say the same thing.

Killing a person, but still praying to Buddha.

This person is so strange, did he kill people out of compassion?

Lin Zhao didn't want to think too much, and then said: "Zhao Jing's side...doesn't the young master need to go and inform, after all, Fu Jichun is the person he sent, and he is the aunt who opened his face."

"What is Zhao Jing, you don't have to care."

Xue Daofeng said lightly, "I don't pay much attention to Chen Wang, let alone a mere prince of Lu." He looked at Lin Zhao sincerely, and comforted him in a low voice, "Mingwei, the past six months have given you a lot of money. It’s really hard for you to manage this mansion by yourself, so you won’t have to do it in the future.”

Perhaps Xue Dao didn't understand what Xue Dao said. Lin Zhao thought that he didn't want him to be a housekeeper, and felt a little annoyed for a moment. Didn't he do well in the past few months? He frowned slightly and said: " It was my father-in-law and mother-in-law who asked me to take care of the house."

As soon as Xue Dao heard this, he knew that she had misunderstood. He hugged Lin Zhao out of the bed, and was afraid that her sweat would catch cold, so he picked up the quilt and wrapped it up, as if he was hugging a rice dumpling. It was funny. Said: "I know you've done a good job, but I don't want you to be tired. I always say that men dominate outside and women dominate inside, but if you find it annoying, I don't mind having both hands. I just want you to do something you like. "

After explaining, Lin Zhao calmed down a little. Seeing that Xue Dao kept smiling at himself, he asked strangely, "What are you laughing at? Am I ridiculous?"

"It's rare to see Madam playing temper with me, I'm happy." Xue Dao said hehe.

Lin Zhao was aphasic, said that he was thirsty, and was about to get out of bed, Xue Dao held her down, and said with a smile that his wife would not need to do such a trivial matter, so he went down to the ground by himself, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao blinked his big eyes, took it and drank it with his head down.

Xue Dao looked at her, with a warm smile on his face all the time, glanced at the room, walked over, and heard Lin Zhao behind him say: "It was brought by Ping Lian, who said it belonged to you, Young Master. I don't know what's inside, so I didn't let the servants touch it, I just waited for you to come back and check it yourself."

Xue Dao squatted by the box, picking and picking, but there was nothing important, but the brown scroll was interesting, and said with a faint smile, "Have you seen this scroll?"

Lin Zhao shook his head: "No."

"Then do you know what is painted here?" Xue Dao asked.

"Ping Lian said that she is the woman whom the young master has admired for many years." Lin Zhao said truthfully, in front of Xue Dao, she upholds the attitude of telling the truth as much as possible. After all, Lin Zhao believes that Xue Dao has ghost eyes and can't hide anything. Lian and Pingxi were sent to protect him, in other words, they were also Xue Dao's eyeliner.

My every move is bound to be under Xue Dao's control. I am not afraid of lying, but I am afraid that the lie will be exposed. If this behavior makes Xue Dao feel that he is tricky, it will be bad.

"This painting is indeed a beautiful woman."

As Xue Dao said, he slowly opened the scroll. For some reason, Lin Zhao turned his head away silently, and heard Xue Dao say calmly: "But Ping Lian made a mistake. I don't love her. For many years, but fell in love with Sansei III."

Hearing this, Lin Zhao bit his lip and lay down again.

"Ma'am, don't you want to see it?"

Xue Dao asked with a smile behind him.

"I don't want to." Lin Zhao clutched the edge of the quilt.

"Really don't want to?"

Xue Dao put away the scroll, put it back into the box, and then went to bed and patted her: "Why don't you want to know who the woman in this painting is?"

"Do not want to."

Lin Zhao buried his face in the quilt and said sullenly, "Why are you so wordy."

Xue Dao chuckled, and hugged her tightly behind him, like a stone slab pressing down on Lin Zhao, she said unhappily, "What are you doing? You're dead."

"Nothing." Xue Dao said, "I like my wife to say I'm long-winded."

(End of this chapter)