He Run's face turned pale when he heard her words, and then he stammered, "I...I...I have money, and my aunt loves me very much, so you don't have to worry about anyone bullying you."
Song Luan sighed deeply in his heart, thinking that this child was too stubborn. Even after all this, he still wouldn't give up. He didn't know what kind of love potion the original owner had given him. He was so deeply in love with her that he would never repent.
She shook his hand off. At this point, Song Luan knew that she couldn't explain it to him anymore. She smiled and said, "Mr. He, I have something else to do. I'll leave first."
He Run looked at her reluctantly and even wanted to catch up with her, "Aluan, I...I will wait for you."
Fortunately, Song Luan ran fast, so she didn't have to continue to entangle with him endlessly. She ran out of the garden in one breath, and finally saw a maid, and quickly stopped her. She put on a face that didn't want to be messed with, and asked, "Where is the son-in-law?"
The maid felt that she was extremely unlucky. The Third Young Miss only came back two or three times a year, and she had unexpectedly run into her. She was really afraid of this bad-tempered Third Young Miss, and was afraid that she would say something wrong and make her unhappy, and get beaten up. This kind of thing had happened before.
She pointed to a room on the left and replied tremblingly, "My son-in-law is in your room."
Song Luan pretended to be very impatient and waved her hand, "Alright, alright, I get it."
She tidied her clothes and walked in the direction the maid pointed. The door was closed and there was no sound from inside. Song Luan began to doubt whether Zhao Nanyu was in her room.
Zhao Nanyu came back before her. Shi Ge'er was still sleeping. He sat beside the bed for a while at first, but soon he stood up and for the first time he felt the desire to see her boudoir.
I've been here so many times, but never looked closely.
The girl's room seemed to have a unique fragrance. There was a dressing table in front of the bed with a bronze mirror on it. He walked over and opened the small drawer under the table. There were some small things for his daughter's household use in it, mostly for dressing up. He saw a few handkerchiefs in the corner, picked them up, held them in his hand and looked at them carefully.
Zhao Nanyu laughed. The workmanship of these handkerchiefs was extremely poor. It was even impossible to tell what was embroidered on them. It was obvious that the owner of the handkerchiefs was not good at embroidery.
He silently put the handkerchief back to its place and stopped reading. He sat down, poured himself a cup of tea and took two sips.
At this moment, Song Luan, who was outside the room, opened the door and walked in. Her face was a little red, and some beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She looked at him and asked, "Is Shige still asleep?"
Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes, his fingers tightly gripping the cup. There was no ups and downs in his voice. He said, "Yes."
He suddenly raised his face and stared at her with his deep eyes. The moment Song Luan was stared at by him, she felt that his eyes were terrifying, like a flood or a beast attacking her directly.
Zhao Nanyu stood up and slowly walked to her side. He suddenly smiled, took out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead. He asked with concern: "Why are you sweating? Where did you come from?"
Song Luan tensed her back and felt a chill on the back of her head. Although Zhao Nanyu was very gentle at the moment, she was still uneasy. She laughed dryly twice and said, "Maybe it's because the weather is too hot."
Zhao Nanyu's eyes turned colder after hearing this. He suppressed his violence, murderous intent, and jealousy. He was still smiling, and there was no sign of anything wrong. "Really? I thought you came here by running away?"
In fact, Zhao Nanyu had seen Song Luan and other men entangled with each other many times. Sometimes they were princes with titles in the capital, and sometimes they were sons of hereditary families. He could endure it every time, and over time he had developed the ability to turn a blind eye. But just now, when he saw Song Luan and He Run standing together, the long-lost anger surged in his heart, and even jealousy. He wanted to kill that man and want to monopolize her.
Zhao Nanyu is a scary man. He is patient and can control his emotions very well. After hearing those words, he did not choose to walk out, but left quietly.
At this moment, he stared at Song Luan quietly, staring at the face that was familiar yet unfamiliar to him.
Song Luan didn't dare to move when he looked at her. She didn't know that Zhao Nanyu had heard what she and He Run said, "What is there to run for? It's such a small place."
Zhao Nanyu was a man who hated being deceived. It didn't matter that Song Luan refused to admit it. What he really wanted to ask was not this, "Are you thirsty? Do you want a drink of water?"
Song Luan hadn't drunk any water all morning, and she had just chatted with He Run so much that her throat and mouth were already dry. She nodded, "Yes, I'm a little thirsty."
Zhao Nanyu thoughtfully poured her a glass of water and handed it to her, "Drink it."
"Thanks."
"By the way, did your mother tell you a lot?"
Song Luan was surprised that he talked so much today and asked some inexplicable questions. She shook her head and said, "He didn't say much."
Zhao Nanyu pursed his lips and smiled, "Then why did you come so late?" He looked straight into her eyes, as if he wanted to see through her heart through her eyes, "Did you meet someone you know?"
At that moment, Song Luan thought that he had seen something and her heart skipped a beat. But then she thought that it was impossible for Zhao Nanyu to see it, as there was no one else in that place except her and He Run.
She wasn't stupid, so she wouldn't tell him about meeting He Run. Song Luan gritted her teeth and answered, "I didn't meet anyone else."
It was not easy to lie to Zhao Nanyu. She coughed twice and continued with difficulty, "I just spent some time with my mother."
Zhao Nanyu was silent for a moment, "I see."
His five fingers were already clenched tightly. Lying? very good. It turned out that her changes these days were all fake, and her nature has not changed.
Zhao Nanyu thought of many ways to torture her. He wanted to fuck her hard, hit her every time and ask her if she still dared to seduce men. I wanted to break all her leg bones, watch her cry, watch her beg me for mercy. He wanted to kill He Run and throw him in front of her.
Gradually, all these thoughts were dispelled. It was not the right time yet. He could see her own thoughts better than anyone else, and he had long treated her differently than before.
I will feel jealous and angry, and no longer be indifferent.
I liked the pitiful look on her face when she looked at me when I was wronged. I liked bullying her and looking at her weak look with two red tears hanging from her eyes.
Zhao Nanyu pinched her wrist, the spot that was almost exactly the same as the one He Run had touched. He stared at it for a long time, then took out the handkerchief he had just used and wiped her wrist hard two or three times. Facing Song Luan's bewildered look, he explained, "It's dirty."
Song Luan took a breath of cold air, her fair wrist was already rubbed red. She still remembered why she came to see him, and regardless of the pain, she said, "Don't take what my mother said today to heart."
Zhao Nanyu said: "I don't have it."
You are lying! Her waist was almost broken by him at that time, how could he still have the nerve to say that he didn't do it?
Song Luan had no way to expose him, so she could only accompany him and say, "That's good."
Zhao Nanyu did not ask her what Aunt Lin had said to her just now. She just advised her to divorce him and find a better man to marry. Even when he hated Song Luan in the past, he had never thought of divorce, let alone now.
Want to leave him and live happily with another man? I couldn’t even dream of it.
Shi Ge'er turned over on the bed, his clear and innocent eyes slowly opened, he moaned twice, and the little child climbed up from the bed by himself. He didn't even wear shoes, and walked out barefoot on the ground.
Shi Ge'er didn't like this room at all. Every time he came, his mother would lock him up here alone from dawn to dusk, and he would have to wait very late for his father to come and pick him up.
No one played with him or talked to him.
Song Luan, who was outside, was stunned for a moment when she saw Shi Ge'er rushing towards her. A child in thin clothes ran towards her, and she opened her arms and caught the child subconsciously.
Shi Ge'er hugged her calves tightly, buried his red face in his arms, and said nothing.
Song Luan carefully picked him up and asked softly, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you even wear shoes?"
Shi Ge'er buried his head in her chest, still without saying a word, his little hands tightly grasping the clothes on her shoulders, afraid that if he didn't hold on tighter, his mother would abandon him again and lock him up here.
He pulled Song Luan's collar open a little, revealing a bit of her snow-white and soft chest. Zhao Nanyu glanced at her and then looked away, but his eyes darkened a little.
He reached out and hugged Shige'er. The child in his arms was still struggling, so he whispered, "Okay, be obedient."
Zhao Nanyu's few simple words were enough to scare Shi Ge'er, and the child really stayed obediently in his father's arms and dared not move.
He raised his eyes, looked at her deeply, and reminded her: "Collar."
Song Luan realized that her collar was half open. She blushed and closed her collar, not daring to look up at him.
Zhao Nanyu teased her for the first time, and her beautiful eyes curved up. "Why are you embarrassed? It's not like I haven't seen it before."
He licked his teeth, a dark light in his eyes.
I want to, I really want to.
Holding her waist, he moved her vigorously.
The author has something to say: A Yu: Don’t worry, we will settle the score later.
Ah Luan: Damn, I’m scared.
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