Song Luan was a little embarrassed to be exposed by him. She smiled awkwardly, trying to get away with it, but Zhao Nanyu didn't bother with her. He gently stroked her face with his fingertips and said in a complicated tone, "You really make me helpless."
Apart from hiding her well, Zhao Nanyu couldn't think of a better way.
Song Luan couldn't leave his yard and didn't see Shi Ge'er. She had nothing to do every day and was very bored. There was not even anyone to talk to. Zhao Nanyu never let anyone except him approach the room. She did everything by herself.
If this goes on for a long time, Song Luan will get very tired of it, feeling suffocated by his strong control, but she is just angry, not sad. Of course, when Zhao Nanyu kissed her or whispered some seductive words in her ear in the past, Song Luan just looked at him with a pair of confused eyes, as if she didn't feel any heartbeat, and her face wasn't even slightly red as before, with a slow heartbeat, as if nothing had happened.
A few days later, Zhao Nanyu left the Zhao family. Now, no one dared to stop him or anyone could stop him if he wanted to do something.
That day, Zhao Nanyu held her in his arms and took her to the carriage openly. Everyone in the mansion was shocked. They had no idea when this young master had a woman. His face was covered so tightly that no one could see it.
The second wife had always disliked Zhao Nanyu, and her husband had been suppressed by him intentionally or unintentionally in the court. She had been holding a grudge for a long time. Seeing this opportunity, she said sarcastically, "It's true that men are different when they have power. The one from the Song family died not long ago, and my nephew has a new love? There is really no one more heartless than men in this world. It's just a pity for my good niece-in-law. Not only did she die unclearly, but she also gave birth to a son for someone else in vain."
Song Luan couldn't help but wanted to stick his head out, but Zhao Nanyu pushed him back silently. He didn't even pay attention to the Second Madam and turned around to get on the carriage.
Song Luan wanted to laugh a little when she heard the Second Madam's words defending her. In the past, the Second Madam had often targeted her and regarded her as a thorn in her side. Now she was speaking up for her, but no one knew what she was trying to achieve.
Shi Ge'er was sitting alone in the carriage at the back. He lowered his head, his face was pale, and his gloomy black eyes looked at his father several times. Song Luan was wearing a cloak and her face was not exposed, so it was understandable that the child did not recognize her.
The new house was half an hour's drive from the Zhao family. Song Luan had not left the house since she was captured by Zhao Nanyu. She opened the curtain and took two deep breaths of fresh air.
Today, she also understands that Zhao Nanyu will never let her go. Stubborn people are stubborn in everything they do.
Song Luan felt that her demands had become very low. Since she couldn't escape or hide, she could only silently pray that Zhao Nanyu would not keep her locked up this time.
When the carriage stopped, Song Luan was still reluctant to get off. She looked up at the magnificent new house and an inexplicable fear naturally rose in her heart. She always felt that it would be difficult to get out once she went in.
She hugged the door frame of the carriage reluctantly. Zhao Nanyu looked at her and asked softly, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
Of course Song Luan didn't like it!
She looked at him with her slightly red eyes, without saying a word, trying to soften his heart with this pitiful look.
Zhao Nanyu didn't forcefully pull her off the carriage, "Are you really not going to get off?"
Song Luan was a little panicked. She complained softly, "Then you can't lock me up."
Zhao Nanyu also knew what she was afraid of. He smiled and said in a gentle voice, "Okay."
"Then you can't lie to me."
"I won't lie to you."
In fact, even after hearing this, Song Luan couldn't let her mind go. She knew very well that Zhao Nanyu was probably lying to her and was just saying nice things.
But she was no match for Zhao Nanyu in all her tricks and schemes.
Song Luan's room was very gorgeous and luxurious. There was a three-screen mirror table made of huanghuali wood, and a beauty bed by the window. It was exquisite and the patterns embroidered on it were lifelike. There was a huge bed directly opposite the dressing table. Red curtains slowly hung down from the top of the head, and a few red candles were lit on the bedside table.
The beauty bed was covered with a blanket made of snow-white fox fur, and the dressing table was filled with golden jewelry.
Zhao Nanyu asked her, "Do you like it?"
This room is indeed beautifully decorated. Song Luan said honestly, "It looks very nice."
But she didn't tell him whether she liked it or not.
Who likes a cage? She didn't like it even if it was a cage made of gold.
"Sir, the young master is asking to see you." The attendant's voice came through the door.
Song Luan's heart trembled, and he lowered his head to hide his uncomfortable expression.
Zhao Nanyu said calmly: "Let him come over."
Zhao Nanyu and Shi Ge'er were talking outside, and Song Luan stayed inside. At first she could still hold back from listening, but later she gradually couldn't sit still anymore, so she secretly hid by the door, pricked up her ears and started to listen.
Shige'er seemed to be crying, his voice sounded a little hoarse, "Father, I don't like... I don't like that woman."
He recognizes no one except his mother.
Zhao Nanyu glanced in the direction where Song Luan was hiding, then retracted his gaze and touched Shige'er's head, "Don't be rude."
Shi Ge'er's eyes turned red and widened, "Do you really want to marry her?"
"Who told you these words?" Zhao Nanyu asked.
Shige'er's eyes were red and almost bleeding, tears were falling, "I saw it today, you were holding her."
Zhao Nanyu didn't explain, but just said: "Don't worry about it."
Shi Ge'er bit his lip, feeling extremely sad.
After saying this, Zhao Nanyu asked someone to send Shige'er back.
Song Luan couldn't figure out what Zhao Nanyu was trying to do. How could he bear to hurt the child's feelings?
Even though she missed Shi Ge'er so much, she still held back and didn't ask him for help.
She felt that Zhao Nanyu was just waiting for her to give in, and that was indeed the case. Zhao Nanyu also knew that Song Luan's heart was not with him, so he could only trap her.
Zhao Nanyu wanted to tame Song Luan and win her heart, but Song Luan had no eyes for him.
Those light-colored eyes were always indifferent every time they looked at him, as if he was just an insignificant person.
In the evening, Zhao Nanyu received this year's third place winner, a handsome man dressed in white, and well-mannered.
The man had a piece of white jade hanging around his waist and a folding fan in his hand. He looked very excited as he pursed his lips and smiled softly.
Song Luan's heart beat faster for a moment. When facing Zhao Nanyu, she thought she had lost the ability to love! It turns out that it’s not the case. She would still be attracted by good-looking men.
She took off her shoes and lay on the couch, swinging her feet happily. Suddenly, she wanted to see the third place winner again.
She didn't know what to say, she just felt that the man she liked should be like this.
He was dressed in white and looked gentle and elegant.
Holding a folding fan in hand, with a faint smile on his face.
A gentle, considerate, talented and handsome young man. It seemed that the man in her dream whose face she could never see clearly should look like this.
As soon as his mood improved, Song Luan drank some wine. Soon, his cheeks turned red and his neck gradually turned red.
When Zhao Nanyu came over after finishing his talk, he saw her rolling around on the couch with a smile on her face, seeming very happy. Only when I got closer could I smell the alcohol on her.
Song Luan wanted to sit upright, but her body was twisted and distorted. Only with the support of Zhao Nanyu could she sit steadily.
Song Luan moved closer to him, smiled foolishly, and asked without restraint, "Who was that person just now?"
"Hmm? Who?"
Song Luan's eyes rolled around randomly, and his hands moved randomly in the air. "That man who was in the side room just now, what's his name?"
It’s enough to know the name. If I have the chance to meet him in the future, maybe I can go up and say hello.
After a long time without getting an answer, Song Luan, who was drunk, became bold and urged him impatiently, "Hurry up and tell me! I want to know."
Zhao Nanyu slowly tidied up her messy clothes and smiled slightly, "Do you think he is handsome?"
Song Luan closed her eyes and nodded heavily, "Yeah!!! It looks good!!!"
It seemed as if in those seemingly real dreams, there was an elegant man holding what seemed to be her hand, and they smiled at each other, their feelings as sweet as honey.
Zhao Nanyu inserted his five fingers gently into her hair and sighed, "I shouldn't have let you drink."
When he's drunk he always says things he doesn't like to hear.
Song Luan tilted her head and fell on him, saying "Shh", "I'll tell you in secret, but you can't tell Zhao Nanyu."
He laughed softly, "Okay, you say."
"That man is so attractive. When he looked over here, my face turned red." Song Luan giggled, her body shaking, "I know he can't see me at all."
All the Tanhua Lang could see was the window.
This kind of heartbeat is probably not love, but just a momentary throbbing and a moment of distraction.
Blushing and flustered.
A few casual words she said left a big gash on Zhao Nanyu's chest, and the blood was flowing out, and he could not speak.
The most terrifying thing is that he still had a decent smile on his face at this moment.
He lowered his head to look at the woman lying between his legs, her breathing approaching calmness. The warm light shining on Song Luan's porcelain-white face was extremely beautiful.
Zhao Nanyu gently placed her hands over Song Luan's eyes. She wished she could only see him.
It turns out that Song Luan just doesn't like him.
Her heartbeat could be for any other man.
Zhao Nanyu accepted this reality calmly, his chest felt empty and his eyes felt sore.
He pinched Song Luan's waist, threw her on the bed, raised his hand to extinguish the candle, and pressed down on her.
Song Luan moved uncomfortably, "Shen Na, get out of the way."
Zhao Nanyu held her hands and pressed them against the pillow. He lowered his head and bit her collarbone hard, leaving a mark before letting go.
His fingers slowly traced her rosy lips. The half-asleep person beneath him suddenly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, and she blinked hard before she could gradually see his face clearly.
Zhao Nanyu pinched her chin, lifted it forward, and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
Song Luan remained calm, but his eyes looked a little confused.
Are your loved ones that comfortable? She thought confusedly.
When Zhao Nanyu saw her confused expression, his heart sank.
The movements of his hands suddenly became fierce.
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