Before dawn, Zhao Nanyu opened his eyes, his delicate brows slightly wrinkled, he raised his hand and silently removed the hand that was placed across his chest.
Disgust flashed across those clear eyes.
He sat up slowly, his back against the carved pearwood headboard. He was wearing a thin shirt with his collar slightly open, revealing his fair chest. He supported his head and nonchalantly looked at the woman who was still sleeping beside him.
The woman on the bed had a very bad sleeping posture, lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, taking up almost half of the bed, her hands and feet restlessly placed in a mess, and her legs kept rubbing against him.
Song Luan's clothes were disheveled at the moment, her long black hair covered half of her face, her eyelashes were thick and long, and her skin was delicate and tender. Zhao Nanyu's eyes gradually moved downwards, looking at her exposed waist with interest. The quilt had been kicked into the corner by her a long time ago, and her slender waist gave people endless reverie.
Zhao Nanyu looked at it like this for a long time, the light in his eyes sank, and the sky outside the window gradually became a little brighter, turning from dark to bright.
Song Luan had a nightmare. In the dream, she was running barefoot in the forest, and a vicious wolf was chasing her. She was running out of breath and unfortunately fell down. Before she could get up, the wolf was in front of her, staring at her with murderous eyes, and finally opened its mouth wide and bit her with its sharp teeth.
Then Song Luan was awakened by the pain. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she really felt a slight pain somewhere in her body.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she had to look Zhao Nanyu in the eye. His eyes were just as clear as last night, without a trace of emotion.
The morning sun shone through the window panes and fell on his face. He looked like a gentle and elegant gentleman. Zhao Nanyu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Awake?"
Song Luan silently pulled the quilt over to cover the large area of skin exposed to the air, and said with difficulty, "Hmm."
Zhao Nanyu had a day off today, so he didn't have to get up early. He got out of bed and didn't call the maids in to serve him. Instead, he took off his pajamas in front of her, slowly changed into a set of crescent-white casual clothes, and then said to her, "I'm going to pay my respects to my grandmother today."
Song Luan nodded, "Okay."
Zhao Nanyu narrowed his eyes and a meaningful smile flashed across the corner of his mouth. In the past, Song Luan was not so easy to talk to, so he agreed to this matter casually.
She and the old lady don't get along, and nine times out of ten she'll make the old lady angry. Of course, her life won't be easy afterwards.
Therefore, every first day of the new year, Song Luan would give him a cold look and swear at him. Only when he had cursed him enough would he go to the main courtyard with him. It's really interesting. I don't know what happened during the time he was away.
As a result, a drastic change took place in a woman like Song Luan.
Song Luan had no idea what he was thinking. She looked at Zhao Nanyu with wet eyes, hoping that he could understand the meaning in her eyes. She didn't want to change clothes in front of him, and she couldn't do it!
Fortunately, Zhao Nanyu was not interested in the fact that she was wearing clothes. He said nothing, looked at her deeply, and then moved to the cubicle.
Song Luan finally didn't have to worry anymore. She crawled out from under the quilt, found a pomegranate red skirt, and changed herself slowly. Only then did she realize that the pain she felt somewhere in her body was not an illusion.
There were several obvious pinch marks on her waist. Her body was so delicate that the marks were easily left on her porcelain-white and delicate skin. They were very obvious, and the bruises looked painful.
She was wondering how she didn't even know how she got this injury? When was it available?
I was apparently fine when I took a shower last night, but how come I have a few pinch marks when I woke up? Song Luan didn't think too deeply about it. He guessed that maybe the wolf in the nightmare was too scary, so he pinched himself hard in the dream.
After getting dressed and washing up, Zhao Nanyu walked out of the cubicle holding Shi Ge'er's hand. The father and son looked 50% alike and had exactly the same temperament, exuding a coldness from the inside out.
However, Zhao Shi’s eyes were like Song Luan’s, big watery eyes that could melt people’s hearts.
The maids filed in and quickly set the breakfast. There are a few side dishes and white porridge, and the dishes are light.
Song Luan is from Sichuan and Chongqing, and loves spicy food. Looking at the bland soup on the table, she pouted unconsciously, looking a little unhappy.
Shi Ge'er was very obedient. He let go of his father's hand and obediently climbed to his seat, straightened his back and waited for dinner. After all, she is still young, and she can hide her thoughts very well, but she can't control her eyes.
He glanced at his mother secretly. Last night was the first time he stayed in his mother's room. Although there was a wall between them, he could still smell the fragrance of his mother when he slept.
During the meal, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. The father and son ate in an elegant posture without making any sound. Since they didn't say anything, Song Luan naturally couldn't speak and make himself look boring.
The food on the table was not to her taste. Song Luan found it tasteless and put down her chopsticks after eating very little. Zhao Nanyu looked at it silently and said nothing.
This hasn't changed much. In order to maintain her slim figure, she has always eaten very little.
Zhao Shi seemed to be hesitant to speak, but he still held back and did not ask his mother to eat more. Everything that happened yesterday seemed like a dream to him.
Zhao Nanyu turned sideways and asked gently, "Are you full?"
Zhao Shi nodded, "Father, I'm full."
Zhao Nanyu stood up and immediately held him in his arms. Shige'er wrapped his arms around his neck with ease and rested his little head on his shoulders, softly and gently.
He said to Song Luan calmly: "I'll take him back to the front yard first."
Song Luan also understood what he meant by this sentence. Mostly he was worried about the child staying with her. In fact, he was right to be worried, after all, the original owner had treated the child very badly before.
Although she liked Shi Ge'er very much and wanted to treat him well, she still didn't dare to ask him to stay.
"Yeah... OK."
From the backyard to the front yard, one has to walk along a cobblestone path. Zhao Nanyu held him in his arms, and the child in his arms suddenly grabbed his clothes tightly, buried his face in his clothes, and said in a muffled voice: "My mother held me yesterday."
Zhao Nanyu paused for a moment, "Really?"
His attitude is very indifferent and he doesn't care much.
Zhao Shi felt a little aggrieved. He clearly used to be very afraid of and disliked his mother, but just because she suddenly treated him a little better yesterday, his heart was shaken. However, he didn't think his mother was pretending or had any ulterior motives.
He continued, "My uncle said that mother...has ulterior motives, but I..." He stuttered, "I...I don't think so. She smells so good and I like it."
There was finally a ripple in Zhao Nanyu's indifferent eyes, and she patted his head gently, "You are still too young."
He still didn't believe that Song Luan would truly change her ways. In the past four years, she had been getting worse and worse, doing countless evil things and had a vicious mind. Thinking of this, Zhao Nanyu's eyes turned cold.
Although Zhao Shi was only four years old, he had to do his homework every day. Zhao Nanyu carried him to the study room. His words were not harsh, but his irresistible aura was still there. "Write well and finish ten pages."
"yes."
Shige'er has always been very well behaved. He rarely cries and seldom asks him for things. He doesn't need to worry about him. He is so obedient that he doesn't seem like a four-year-old child. He touched Shige'er's fair and round face and said, "If what you wrote satisfies me, I will take you to the stable in two days and let you choose a pony of your own."
"Thank you, father."
Zhao Nanyu left the study and did not return to Huaishuiju immediately, but called the people who were arranged in the courtyard over. He stood under the magnolia tree in the yard, with mottled light and shadows falling just right on his handsome face. His crescent-white clothes brought out his elegant temperament, and from a distance he looked like a refined and elegant young man.
He put his hands behind his back, opened his mouth, and asked calmly, "During the days I was away, what did Madam do? Did anyone come to see her? Or did something strange happen to her?"
The maid stood in front of him with her head down, not daring to look at him, and whispered, "Madam didn't do anything this time, and no one came to visit her." She recalled carefully and continued, "It was just two days ago that Madam suddenly fell ill. Before she fell into a coma, she said that her chest hurt, and she slept for a day before waking up."
After listening to this, Zhao Nanyu was silent for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved his hand, signaling her to deliberately leave. Didn't ask any further.
Are you sick? This is not surprising.
The corners of his lips curled up a few times, and he walked towards the direction of Huaishuiju. Song Luan thought that he would not come over for a while, so he took off his shoes and socks and lay on the soft couch, reading a storybook out of boredom.
When Zhao Nanyu entered the room, he saw a pair of white and tender little feet dangling in the air.
His eyes darkened, he raised his eyebrows, and appeared behind her silently, "I heard that you were sick a few days ago?"
Song Luan suddenly heard his voice in her ears, and she was so scared that her soul flew away.
Oh, it's so scary that Zhao Nanyu suddenly appears.
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