Chapter 63 I Want...You...
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Tongji hurriedly sat down and observed the situation on the chessboard.
Zhao Fangye's move of the white piece was so ingenious that it turned the situation around in an instant. The white piece, which had been dying, suddenly came back to life and turned defeat into victory.
Ouyang Tongji took the upper hand from the beginning and was unstoppable. At this moment, he has become the old turtle caught in the jar.
He thought he had a sure win, but he didn't know that he had fallen into Zhao Fangye's trap.
No wonder there was no expression on Zhao Fangye's face when he was beaten back by me at the beginning.
It turned out to be a good show of luring someone into a trap.
Holding the black piece in his hand, Ouyang Tongji frowned and thought hard, but he couldn't find a way to crack it for a long time.
If we say that the move he made just now means the game is not over yet.
And now, with the placement of the white piece, the outcome is decided.
After throwing the black piece into the chess basket, Ouyang Tongji stroked his gray beard.
"Hahaha, the young are really formidable!" Ouyang Tongji laughed and looked at Zhao Fangye, his expression sincere and he did not hide his admiration for Zhao Fangye.
"Your Highness is right. I have been too proud and arrogant these years. I have not comprehended the truth that there are always people who are better than you. I am willing to accept the loss. Minister Song's illness will be borne by me now."
"Then I'll have to trouble Doctor Ouyang." Zhao Fangye placed Song Huaixi, who was still confused in his arms, on the chair and stood up.
He called the servants and said to him, "It's getting late, the doctor should go to bed first."
Ouyang Tongji nodded and followed the servant to the wing room to rest.
When Song Huaixi heard Ouyang Tongji say that he was willing to save his father, he immediately threw off the blanket on his body.
She suddenly pounced on Zhao Fangye, hugged his neck and hung on him.
His face was full of admiration, and his black eyes were sparkling: "Zhao Fangye, you won!!! You are so awesome!!"
Song Huaixi's praise is always straightforward and sincere. This was different from the harsh criticism and scolding that always lingered in Zhao Fangye’s ears in the past.
No matter how well he did, the prime minister never treated him well. He was always greeted with cold gazes and pressure to stop him from becoming complacent.
Zhao Fangye nodded calmly and put his arm around his waist: "Well, I win."
Moved by his smile, Zhao Fangye picked him up and carried him sideways. He strode over to the bed and laid him on it.
She lowered her head and touched his lips: "Let's celebrate tomorrow. It's so late today, Huaixi, why don't you wash up and go to bed quickly."
During the long period of playing chess with Ouyang Tongji, although Song Huaixi did not know how to play chess and felt bored, he still stayed by Zhao Fangye's side to accompany him.
Even though Zhao Fangye looked at the time several times and asked him to go into the house to sleep, Song Huaixi refused. He stubbornly stayed beside Zhao Fangye and waited for the ending with him.
Zhao Fangye asked the servants to bring hot water into the house. He picked up the brocade handkerchief in the copper basin and wiped Song Huaixi's face, then took off his clothes and put them aside.
After tidying up everything and stuffing him into the bed, Zhao Fangye began to wash himself.
Song Huaixi lay on the bed, too happy to fall asleep. It was clearly past his usual bedtime, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Song Huaixi felt happy when he thought that his father was no longer suffering and would get better, and that he could have a good chat with him and eat delicious food.
When Zhao Fangye went to bed, Song Huaixi still looked energetic.
These days, he looked gloomy because he was worried about Song Zigen. Not as lively as usual.
Seeing him so happy, Zhao Fangye's eyes softened. I think it’s not a wasted effort.
She reached out and pinched the soft flesh on his cheek. His worry about Song Zigen caused the thin layer of baby fat on his face to disappear.
The whole face becomes tighter and more beautiful.
Holding him in his arms, Zhao Fangye said lazily, "Are you still not asleep? Huaixi is really in a good mood today."
"Zhao Fangye, you're so nice." Song Huaixi put her arms around his waist, put her face on his chest and looked up at him.
"Hmm?" Zhao Fangye was a little surprised that he suddenly said this, and looked down at him: "Really? Where is it good?"
Song Huaixi couldn't organize the words, but he could feel how good Zhao Fangye had been to their Song family these days.
The quiet Song family's house has been bustling with people these days.
All the famous doctors in the capital came to see the doctor. They were all treated by Zhao Fangye, and the medicinal materials used by Song Zigen were of the best quality.
There are some things that you can't buy even if you have money.
Not to mention those top-quality supplements and other things, all of which poured into the Shangshu Mansion like water.
Song Zigen was an honest official, so how could he have so much wealth? It was Zhao Fangye who contributed all the money and effort.
Song Huaixi didn't know some things, but he could know a little bit just by listening to what his father and mother said.
Although he didn't know what these medicinal herbs and famous doctors meant, he could feel Zhao Fangye's kindness to the Song family.
Song Huaixi didn't know what to say, so after thinking for a while, he said, "Everything is good, it's very good!! Very good!!"
Originally Zhao Fangye was expecting him to explain clearly, but he didn't expect that he just spoke a bunch of nonsense.
He couldn't help but laugh. Even though Song Huaixi said it simply, Zhao Fangye understood what he meant.
She touched his head and looked at him with her pale eyes full of affection: "Huai Xi is my wife, and your relatives are also my relatives. This is nothing good. I just can't bear to see you sad."
"Yeah!" Song Huaixi was infected by his emotions and felt warm in her heart. She propped herself up and kissed him on the lips, her voice soft and soft: "I love you the most!"
The touch of my lips is fleeting, but the three words "I like you" are loud and clear.
Song Huaixi's sincere confession fell into Zhao Fangye's ears, and the heart in his chest began to beat.
The heat in Song Huaixi's eyes satisfied him, and his shriveled body was filled up again.
People who don't get love desire the most is steadfast love to fill their empty hearts again and again.
No matter how many times Song Huaixi said it, Zhao Fangye's heart would still beat fast at these three words.
The next second, Zhao Fangye's hand was already on the back of Song Huaixi's head, and he turned over and pressed him under him.
Their eyes met.
Because of Song Zigen's illness these days, neither of them had much interest. Now that Miraculous Doctor Ouyang is able to take action, both of them feel relieved.
Song Huaixi had already begun to miss the tender time they had together, and couldn't wait to hug Zhao Fangye's neck and kiss him.
This action was like a fuse, and the atmosphere on the bed became hot and dry almost instantly.
Their lips and teeth were intertwined, and their breathing became increasingly rapid. Both of them were getting hot.
Zhao Fangye's movements were fierce and aggressive, like the undercurrent in the tide that would sweep people in and drown them forever.
“Hmm…”
Song Huaixi gradually couldn't bear it anymore and turned her head to avoid his passionate kiss.
She opened her red lips and gasped.
The white skin was flushed by the heat from the quilt. Zhao Fangye pinched his chin and kissed his cheek.
Then her slender hands slid to his waist to ignite the fire, kissed his red earlobe, and gently nibbled his protruding Adam's apple.
His pale eyes were tinged with lust, and Zhao Fangye said in a low and hoarse voice: "Is it okay? Huaixi?"
Song Huaixi's eyes were a little blurry, and the tingling tingling sensation from his Adam's apple made his body tremble slightly. The sound in my ears has become dim.
After a while, Song Huaixi clenched Zhao Fangye's clothes tightly with his fingers, and the corners of his eyes turned red.
Her dark eyes stared at him and she said, "I want...you..."
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