My husband is a traitor

Chapter 112 Wake Up, Hair Tie

"Second senior brother, is the master still out?" Jiang Linlang came out of the kitchen, brought some snacks and went outside Sanmu's courtyard again, and softly asked Mu Ting who had been guarding here.

Mu Ting looked at her with lingering eyes, and something flickered between his brows, so fast Jiang Linlang didn't notice it at all, and it took him a while to reply in a low voice, "He's awake, you can go in and take a look."

"What? Really!" Jiang Linlang was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up for a moment, her brows and eyes were curved without concealing her surprise and joy, and her whole face became alive.

Suddenly Mu Ting's throat felt a little bitter, happy that she showed her face, but also slightly bitter.

But the corners of the mouth still managed to draw a very slight arc, "When did I ever lie to you?"

"Great, thank you, senior brother, this is for senior brother!" Jiang Linlang stuffed the tray in Mu Ting's hand, and her fingertips inadvertently brushed his palm, causing the heart of the man holding the tray to feel numb.

But when he raised his eyes, he could only see her slightly lifting her skirt, her figure fluttering like a happy butterfly, running towards others.

With drooping eyebrows and dark eyes staring at the delicate dim sum on the tray in his hand, he slowly stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of creamy yellow dim sum, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sweet, the taste that girls like.

But he has tasted bitterness.

Really bitter.

"Master, Master!" Jiang Linlang didn't look like a wounded person at all. She quickly rushed into the room, lifted the curtain with her hand, and rushed towards the inner room, calling for Master urgently.

Hearing this voice, Sanmu turned around and walked out. He only took a step when he was bumped by Jiang Linlang who hurried in, and immediately screamed, clutching his chest with an ouch.

"You stinky girl, you are so frizzy that you want to hurt your master!" Miki exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Jiang Linlang clutched her forehead, no matter how she looked at it now, she felt that her master was strong, wise and powerful, and smiled sweetly, "Master, you are talking nonsense, how can you be hurt by your apprentice because of your martial arts!"

As he said, his eyes kept on looking at the bed, Miki was smooshed by her, and then he was so angry that her eyeballs were almost embedded in the bed that he blew his beard and stared.

"Okay, white-eyed wolf, forget your mother when you have a wife! Go meet your lover! It just so happens that this kid has a very stubborn temper, and he won't let Master change his clothes..." Miki yawned lazily, subconsciously He reached out his hand to touch the flagon at his waist, and after feeling empty, he remembered that he hadn't drank for two or three days in order to heal Rong Jue's internal injury...

When he was addicted to alcohol, he walked out impatiently.

When Jiang Linlang heard Miki's words, she couldn't help but black line...

Master, not to mention that the disciple found a husband-in-law and not a daughter-in-law, and you are not a mother...

Ah bah bah, Jiang Linlang shook her head, shaking off the goosebumps on her body, and then lifted the gauze curtain.

"Forehead……"

However, the timing of opening is wrong.

Rong Jue was staring at the trousers in his hands with low pressure, and he could see his fingers pinching the edge of the trousers, which were so tight that they turned slightly white.

One leg was exposed, and the long coat covered his thighs, but at this moment, one of his legs was outside the quilt, which was faintly visible and aroused people's imagination.

Jiang Linlang quickly covered her face with her hands, "I didn't see anything!"

It was such a guilty sentence that came out of my mouth.

Rong Jue's face was dark, but the feeling of being unable to move his legs and his hands being weak made him even more irritable.

But at this moment, Jiang Linlang's words that were about to be concealed were simply challenging his limits, the veins on his forehead were bulging, he squinted and covered his eyes, and the crimson color on his face beyond the fingertips made him twitch his lips.

"Put it on for me."

"???"

Hey hey, Jiang Linlang thought she was hallucinating, but the next moment, someone's impatient voice sounded again——

"dressing!"

"Ah? Oh oh oh! Ah? I, I, and I will wear it for you?" Jiang Linlang put her hands down, her expression changed several times, she looked rather silly, confused, ashamed and afraid, which made Rong Jue feel slightly dissatisfied. Naturally faded clean.

That's it.

But let her know the dirtiest side of him, and he can't kill him...

Just keep her by your side.

As long as he is by his side, no third person will know about his past...

Rong Jue began to deceive himself and others again, finding a perfect excuse for his inexplicable soft-heartedness and emotion.

Finally, with a blushing face, Jiang Linlang hurriedly put on the pants for someone, and then stumbled into the coat under the guidance of someone with a look of disgust.

"Hey, this isn't me..." Jiang Linlang fastened the belt for him, moving carefully, lest she touch the wound on his body, glanced casually out of the corner of her eye, but saw the sachet she had left by the bed, and instinctively reached out to grab it. It was snatched away by a bully Saixue's long and slender hand.

Rong Jue snatched the sachet and threw it out the window without blinking.

Jiang Linlang: ...

Meeting her puzzled and speechless eyes, Rong Jue said with a cold face, "It smells so bad."

Jiang Linlang: ...It's a bit too much, in front of her, I hate her sachet ==
He tilted his head uncomfortably, a lock of long hair slid over his shoulder with this movement, Rong Jue brushed it to one side.

She frowned slightly, then pursed her thin lips slightly, and looked at Jiang Linlang with deep eyes, "Hair hair."

"Ah? I can't!" Jiang Linlang's eyes widened, and Rong Jue suddenly felt like a squirrel. She waved her hand and her face twitched, as if she was afraid that if she didn't do well, he would chop her hands off Shaking his head and laughing.

"come over."

Rong Jue slowly supported the bedpost, the wounds on his limbs had been bandaged, and it was not convenient for him to walk, but he walked to the mirror without frowning, and sat down.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Linlang went over obediently, and only when she stood behind Rong Jue, who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, quietly waiting for her combing her hair, did she react stupidly.

hair...

Dressing first, and then hair... If she remembers correctly, Rong Jue has always disliked the proximity of women, and he also hates the proximity of men. It seems that he has always done these things by himself.

just now……

He even asked her to tie his hair.

She didn't know his intention of doing this, but she couldn't help but feel joy and joy in her heart. Does this mean that at least he accepted her more and more?
Therefore, she didn't refuse, picked up the comb, and held a strand of his black hair that was as smooth as satin in her hand. The comb gently ran through the hair, with careful and gentle movements, not because she was afraid of being disgusted by him, but—— —

A delicate tenderness that is cherished.

gentle...

Rong Jue stared fixedly at the bronze mirror, looking at Jiang Linlang, who was combing his hair with a gentle and serene expression, with lowered brows, her deep and dark eyes were shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

Again.

That kind of sweet and astringent feeling that he couldn't handle, whether it hurts or not, was inseparable, wrapped the cold heart again.

The room is warm and quiet for a while.

He suddenly felt that this was also very good.

(End of this chapter)