My husband is a traitor

Chapter 352 Drawing eyebrows, tyranny

When she woke up the next day, Jiang Linlang took a deep breath, feeling sore and sore all over her body as if being run over by a wheel.

"Rong Jue - bastard, beast!" She stood up, rubbed her waist with one hand, and supported the edge of the bed with one hand, looking at the empty room, she was so angry that she threw the big red pillow on the bed to the ground as someone venting her anger.

Last night, she said no, no, no, you bastard!

Jiang Linlang fell down angrily and thumped the soft bed. Recalling the scenes of last night in her mind, she couldn't help but blushed with shame, screamed a few times under the quilt, and kicked her legs.

She vaguely remembered that guy said——

"The lady always doubts that she can't be a husband. Now, what does the lady think?"

At that time, she had already died several times, she had no strength in her body, and her voice became hoarse from crying. After hearing this, she felt angry and ashamed, but she still cried and admitted his extraordinary ability.

It's just because I owed her at the beginning, but now I know, a man is a creature, don't say he can't do it, otherwise he will tell her by himself...

Will it work or not.

"It seems to be good to scold so vigorously." Jiang Linlang was sulking under the quilt. At this time, the door opened, and she pulled off a corner of the quilt, revealing her eyes, and saw someone coming in with a copper basin, rushing She raised her eyebrows, and smiled... She really deserves a beating.

Jiang Linlang snorted, sat up, hugged the quilt with a gloomy face, and stared at him, "Are you busy today?"

"I'm very angry, don't provoke me and leave quickly" was written all over that face, Rong Jue touched the bridge of his nose subconsciously, "Well, I'm just here to accompany you."

I thought to myself, it seems that I still made people anxious all at once, but I really can't blame him, her body is weak, and the sound of crying makes people unable to stop.

A man who has been abstinent for many years and suddenly gets dirty is not so easy to dismiss.

Can he say that, in fact, he has shown mercy and hasn't enjoyed himself yet?
Of course, you can't.

Rong Jue and Jiang Linlang have been together for half a year, and they know that it is okay to slander some things in their hearts, but they will definitely be treated as words by the little woman and will not give up.

"Who wants you to accompany me?" Jiang Linlang looked at this fellow tossing and tossing all night, instead of being listless, he was refreshed, and then he looked at himself as if he had been sucked out of energy, so he couldn't get angry.

Rong Jue put the copper basin on the shelf, unscrewed the veil for washing his face, and walked to the side of the bed, his face was pale, with a bit of indulgence in his eyes, "Okay, wash your face."

Jiang Linlang just made a fuss with her mouth. To put it bluntly, she is a paper tiger, and she dare not take Joe with a real tiger.She groaned and hugged the quilt and refused to move, the corner of her mouth curled up, signaling someone to wait for her to wash her face.

"..."

According to Rong Jue's temper, he should have thrown Jiang Linlang's face with a veil at this moment. In fact, he did, but only for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and smiled silently, washing her face gently.

When he took Jiang Linlang's clothes to wear for her, someone who had been proudly raising his chin immediately hugged the clothes in his arms in fright, and stretched out a hand to stop him.

"Don't, don't, do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he quickly stepped on his shoes and ran to the inner room.

"Hehe..." Rong Jue let out a bit of a smile, the corners of his mouth curled up, his brows and eyes seemed to melt like ice and snow, and the spring breeze was radiant.

When Jiang Linlang came out after changing her clothes, her face was still red, but her eyes were flickering, she just didn't look at Rong Jue, and her expression was pretending to be calm.

Walking straight to the vanity mirror, she didn't expect her usual eyebrow drawing, rouge and gouache to be placed on the table.

"Hey, I'm drawing eyebrows, don't make trouble." She looked at the mirror unnaturally and walked behind her step by step, reached out to play with the man who was playing with her hair, and waved him not to interrupt.

However, before Jiang Linlang, Rong Jue picked up the snails on the table. He had seen the Southern Kingdom pay tribute to the emperor for the use of the concubines in the harem, so he asked for a box of Hu Zidai, "I'll do it."

"..."

Jiang Linlang's face flushed, but she uttered an unpleasantly worried voice, "You can—will you?"

On the verge of being stupid again, Jiang Linlang swallowed the "no" in time, and there was a clear and natural suspicion in her black and white eyes.

The corners of Rong Jue's mouth twitched, and he bent slightly, facing the bronze mirror, without responding, and directly proved it with actions.

Although he was unnatural, he was very focused and meticulous. Holding Luo Zidai in his hand, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he carefully painted Jiang Linlang's eyebrows.

Accidentally traced out a little in the middle, he frowned, pursed his lips, and looked displeased.

Jiang Linlang hurriedly took the handkerchief and wiped off the extra parts without any surprise, then smiled at him nonchalantly, "The painting is very good!"

I stretched out my hand and gave him a thumbs up, feeling overjoyed.Who would have thought that Rong Jue, who is high above the ground and can only kill when reaching out, will one day hold the thrush tool of his daughter's house, and draw eyebrows on a woman carefully and nervously as if going to war?
But this kind of thing actually happened to me, Jiang Linlang thought, very good.

It's no wonder that in a famous martial arts drama I watched back then, the heroine would say to the hero - thrush her eyebrows for the rest of my life.

Regardless of whether the man she loves is a prince, grandson, hero, or a murderous and blinking devil, in the eyes of a girl, such a pair of hands that turn their hands into clouds, cover their hands into rain, and hold a pen and a knife can hold her. Eyebrow pencil, draw her eyebrows carefully.

No matter how you think about it, it is a happy thing.

"From now on, you will paint my eyebrows every day, okay?" Jiang Linlang looked at the eyebrows that were finally painted in the mirror, turned around, hugged Rong Jue's waist, and rubbed her head against his waist, her voice was sweet With a bit of coquettishness.

Yes, acting like a spoiled child has already been used by Jiang Linlang more and more proficiently.

"Not good." Rong Jue put Luo Zidai back on the table, supported Jiang Linlang's shoulder with one hand, stroked her long black hair with one hand, shook his head, and said seriously.

"why!"

The pink bubble in his heart suddenly burst, Jiang Linlang retreated from his arms, raised her head, with an expression of disbelief.

How is this so different from the imagined plot?

The corners of Rong Jue's mouth curled slightly, seeing Jiang Linlang's appearance of holding back a fit, his eyes stained with a smile, but he still shook his head, "The drawing is not good."

He was nowhere near as good at drawing as she was.

Jiang Linlang clicked her tongue, remembering that this person was a picky guy, "You can learn, I didn't draw well at the beginning. You are very talented, um, really."

Afraid that Rong Jue would not believe it, Jiang Linlang raised her hand and clenched her fist, nodded and added in affirmation, "I am optimistic about you."

"..."

Being so cute by her appearance, Rong Jue raised his hand to cover his fist against his lips, coughed lightly, his eyes flickered slightly, resisting the urge to reach out and rub her face.

He shook his head deeply, "Not good."

Jiang Linlang hammered him angrily, "Rong Jue, you don't love me!"

"En." This is not the bait.

"...Bastard! Make peace!"

"……no!"

Jiang Linlang hehe: Xiao Mian, don't think that I can't cure your awkwardness and arrogance.

(End of this chapter)