Seeing that song QingHan was not a big problem, Wu Dahu put down his heart a little, but his brow was still tight and he said in a cold voice, "is he crazy? Do you think I would be grateful if I even took out such means? "
Song QingHan patted him on the back and said, "it's OK. I want to have some fun. How are you tonight? Is everything going well? "
Hearing this question, Wu Dahu's face slowed down, and his mouth involuntarily drew a curve. He said slowly: "those aristocratic children are afraid that they will see me as a thorn in the eye. I have robbed all the limelight tonight. Xing Liyu personally instructed me in the side hall. When I came out, their eyes were red."
Song QingHan was able to feel his joy, but he was also vaguely worried. When he made such a big show, it was good or bad for them who had no support?
Wu Dahu seemed to see song QingHan's worry, took his hand and said with a light smile: "Xing Liyu himself said that he would see me in the capital. This is the meaning of taking the initiative to protect us. Xiaohan doesn't have to worry too much. There are few people in the state capital who dare to fight against Xing Liyu."
Seeing his confident appearance, song QingHan relaxed his shoulder and nodded, his eyes shining and said, "my husband is really fierce!"
After seeing the beauty under the light, Wu Dahu finally understood what it was like. He glanced at the small stone sleeping on the soft collapse. He suddenly reached out and threw song QingHan on the bed.
The feeling of weightlessness makes song QingHan can't help but cry out. Before the words he wants to say are not exported, they are blocked by the strange taste.
Clothes fell on the ground one by one, and the lights at the end of the fire flashed and suddenly went out. The warm yellow room suddenly fell into the dark, as if to cover up the warmth of the room.
Although song QingHan had expected this day for a long time, he also secretly looked forward to it in his heart, but when the imaginary picture really came true, he could not help but shrink back, as if trying to escape from the uncontrolled reaction.
However, how could Wu Dahu, who had been patient for a long time, let go of song QingHan so easily? Once the hand is tight, the prey can no longer move and can only let him take whatever he wants.
They are like hot iron that has just been burned in winter. They ignite each other and release themselves. When the critical point comes, the hot iron melts and turns into a pool of hot metal, which flows slowly in the cold air.
Song QingHan breathed with a big mouth. He didn't even want to move a finger. He whispered: "water...
Wu Dahu quickly turned out of bed, poured a cup of still warm lemonade and handed it to song QingHan's mouth.
After drinking the sweet and sour lemonade, song QingHan felt that he had recovered a little physical strength, and was about to get up to clean up the mess. Suddenly, a strong force came from his waist, turning him around like a salted fish.
How could he have tasted the tiger so easily? And song QingHan is afraid to live in the same yard of the original Xuan, not dare to make a voice to resist, can only let him wantonly.
Fortunately, when the original Xuan chose a room, in order not to let his morning exercise sound affect the two people, he chose a room farthest from them, otherwise their small sound must be transmitted to his ears.
He woke up again and fainted again and again. I don't know how long it took. When Xiaoshi cried, Wu Dahu finally ended the battle, changed Xiaoshi's diapers, beat hot water to clean up the mess, and then he held song QingHan in his arms to meet Duke Zhou.
Song QingHan was paralyzed in Wu Dahu's arms. Although his body was tired and painful, he was very satisfied.
Six pieces of abdominal muscle, more delicious than he imagined...
the next morning, song QingHan had been sleeping until the sun was up.
It's quiet in the yard. Wu Dahu and yuanxuan have already left. The rest of the breakfast is hot in the kitchen. The half bowl of goat milk left yesterday has disappeared. Maybe Wu Dahu fed the little stone, so the little stone is so good. He didn't cry all morning.
He struggled to get up, propped up his broken waist, went into the kitchen, ate breakfast, picked up the pebbles, and lay back in bed, enjoying his leisure time.
Just when he was drowsy, the door of the courtyard was knocked, which made him excited and opened his eyelids.
He couldn't think of anyone else besides Zhai su. He wanted to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but Zhai Su's voice came in from the outside.
"I don't want to know what I want to do with such entanglement?"
He stopped, turned over and got out of bed, picked up a small stone, walked quickly past, opened the gate of the courtyard, looked at Zhai Su with a quiet expression and frowned: "what do you want to do?"
Zhai Su didn't rush in this time. Standing still, he said with a smile, "I only have Wu Dahu as a child in my life. It's the same before and after."
Song QingHan said without expression: "so? You want to recognize him again? Make him your good son? Filial to you like an ordinary man to his parents
"Do you think it's possible?" Word by word, he watched Zhai Su's face flash a touch of injury, and his heart rose a joy of helping Wu Dahu revenge.However, if Zhai Su was really such a vulnerable person, he probably would not have gone with that person in the face of so many rumors. Therefore, he quickly adjusted his expression and calmly said, "no matter how Wu Dahu treats me, it will not change my blood relationship with him. Everything I have now will serve as a stepping stone for him to ascend the position I can not reach Let him enjoy the prosperity of the world
Song QingHan laughed and shook his head: "do you regard yourself as a royal relative? What's the best position to inherit in your family
After all, it was in the ancient times with strict hierarchy. He did not dare to use the emperor as an analogy in front of outsiders. However, Zhai Su could understand his meaning by replacing it with relatives and relatives with similar meanings.
Zhai Su not only understood the meaning of his words, but also nearly vomited blood with anger. He pointed at him in defiance of his demeanor and said, "you, the female man who has no rules and doesn't understand etiquette, is not worthy of Wu Dahu!"
Song QingHan glanced at him and said with a sneer, "this is the second time that you have said this. I am not worthy of Dahu. When will you judge me? If I say that you are not worthy of a person, are you going to become a monk? "
Blood gushed up in his head, Zhai Su staggered, reached for the wall, closed his eyes, slowed down, and said without expression: "in addition to a face that can see and understand some medical skills, what else can you give to the tiger? There are so many young and good-looking women in the world. If you don't tell me from a distance, tiger's cousin will beat you by three points. Moreover, he is more sensible and obedient than you. For the sake of Wu Dahu, you should take the initiative to abdicate. "
He stopped for a moment and then added, "the new master is not as jealous as you are. Surely you can accommodate a concubine's room that has already raised children for Wu Dahu, so you don't have to worry about it."
Song QingHan widened his eyes, as if he had heard some Arabian Nights, and said with an angry smile, "are you dreaming? Why should I make way? If I was a freshman in psychiatry, I can help you look at your brain now. Unfortunately, you can go crazy by yourself now
With that, he slammed the door of the courtyard, as if he regretted that he had to open the door.
"I'm crazy? If not for me, do you know how many people are going to trouble you now? How can Wu Dahu easily enter Xing Liyu's eyes? "
Zhai Su's voice is like leaning against the door, which sounds sharp and dull.
Song QingHan's hand trembled, and he raised his head in disbelief and said, "what happened last night was arranged by you?"
Seeing Zhai Su's sneer and silence, song QingHan knows that the sentence is true. In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that this incident has revealed something strange from the very beginning. However, they still have too little experience and think it is really an opportunity given by heaven.
He didn't know what to say for a moment. Let Zhai Su not help them get in trouble? But since this favor has been collected unintentionally, can't it be regarded as not seeing it?
Zhai Su's mood gradually calmed down and said coldly: "I don't ask for much. As long as you accept a person to serve you, Wu Dahu is a man with face at all times. He doesn't lack money at home. If he does everything by himself and doesn't tell others jokes or jokes, his time should be put on something worthwhile."
Song QingHan was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "just one?"
Seeing the play, Zhai Su's eyes flashed a touch of joy, and quickly replied: "just one, you take this person, the previous things will be written off."
Song QingHan reached out to open the door and said coldly, "I can promise you, but as long as you enter my house, you must listen to me, or I can drive him out at any time!"
Zhai Su's face was cloudy and sunny. At last, he promised: "OK, if he does something wrong, you can handle it."
After the agreement between the two men, Zhai solemnly bowed to the front of the two men.
Zhai Su nodded with satisfaction and said softly, "this is your new master husband. Take good care of him, otherwise...
Song QingHan did not understand his unfinished meaning, but the female man understood it very well. He bowed his head respectfully and said in a soft voice," I obey you. "
After Zhai Su left, the female man finally raised her head and said to song QingHan, "please give the name to the little slave."
Song QingHan looked at his appearance carefully and frowned: "didn't you have a name before? Just use your previous name
Hualian stopped, heavily kowtowed a head, respectfully said: "little slave Hualian, thank you for your mercy."
Although Zhai Su doesn't like Hualian because of Zhai Su's reasons, it doesn't mean that song QingHan will be happy when he looks submissive and says calmly: "the first rule of my family is not to kneel down without moving. Remember?"
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