Chapter 11:

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Chapter Eleven
Song Luan also knows that her performance does not seem to be able to come out of the original owner, but what can she do? ! Knowing the ending still continues to die in front of the male master? Is she desperate for too long?
Feiyang can be humble, but she is afraid of Zhao Nanyu.
Her husband’s voice shouted extremely naturally, and the movement that hooked him was as smooth as the flowing water, and no flaws could be seen. Zhao Nanyu knew that she did not pierce her in the acting, and naturally took her wrist and took the person to her side. Tugging, full of interest asked: "The world can learn?"
Song Luan also knows how fake this sentence she said, very guilty! He just held him and refused to let go, clenched his teeth tightly and pretended not to hear him.
Seeing her for a long time without answering, Zhao Nanyu's tone was not as good as at the beginning, he sneered, "Talk."
Song Luan had a bitter face, all kinds of emotions flashed in her eyes. She sniffed her nose and stuttered: "People will change... I have also recently and only recently realized my thoughts, I... I... I didn’t lie to you anyway."
Zhao Nanyu pondered: "So what do you think of me?"
She smiled and said, "Respect and respect."
This is really not a lie. Zhao Nanyu did admire her, forbearance, restraint, and poisonous means, and would not be dragged down by her children.
Song Luan tugged at the corner of his clothes and looked up at him with his face up, "Let's go, we must be anxious to know my brother."
She is anxious to leave here, who knows what Zhao Bo will say to defame her!
Zhao Nanyu gently stroked her back with her fingers, looked indifferently towards Zhao Bo, smiled, "don't worry, listen again."
Bull batch. Song Luan gave him a thumbs up in his heart, and his bearing capacity is really strong.
Zhao Bo chattered over and over and said that he couldn't get around Zhao Nanyu's mother and mocked his origin.
Song Luan discovered a terrible thing, even if he was humiliated by his brother behind his words, Zhao Nanyu still had a shallow three-pointed smile on his face, and he could not see what he was thinking.
After listening enough, Zhao Nanyu took Song Luan's hand and left the back garden without returning, approaching the main yard, he let go of her hand.
Song Luan looked at his back and frowned, unable to restrain her curiosity. She dared to stop him, "Zhao Nanyu."
The man stood in the sun, his skin was white and transparent. He turned his head, and his dark eyes stared at her motionlessly, waiting for her next sentence.
Song Luan asked: "Aren't you angry?"
He must have known that Zhao Bo used to say a lot of bad things about him. He ran into it today without rushing to tear it. Yun Dan was lightly exposed by him. It is a pity to think about it.
Zhao Nanyu's pupils seemed to be filled with layers of impenetrable water, and she panicked when she saw it. He smiled and said, "Not angry."
Song Luan inexplicably shivered, all cold, really admired his ability to talk nonsense with his eyes open. Who believes? She didn't believe it anyway.
At this moment she felt that the smile on the corner of his mouth was really oozing.
In the evening of that day, Song Luan heard the news, saying that it was Zhao Bo who choreographed his second brother in the afternoon. I didn’t know who was stabbed to the old man. Zhao Bo was knocked by the old man with a cane, and now he is still kneeling in the temple Did not come out.
She thought to herself that Zhao Nanyu did most of the things. The man's mouth was set, but it was not the kind of person who would be so willing to eat the dumb.
If it doesn't work, then Zhao Bo is secretly poked.
However, I heard that Zhao Nanyu didn't ask for any benefits, nor did I know that he had been punished for copying his family law ten times because he had committed something. Song Luan was fortunate to have seen the family law of Zhao family once. It was enough, if she copied it ten times, she would have a crush on Zhao Nanyu's hand.
Song Luan had no opinion about Zhao Nanyu, and his methods were not too bright and ostentatious. After all, he couldn't help himself, his father didn't hurt, and his mother-in-law didn't love. Now that she has no power, she can only use tricks.
She was more worried about her own situation. Although Zhao Nanyu was kind to her and would be close to her on the bed, but most of them were not sincere, and all were acting. It must be impossible to sit still as before, she still has to take the initiative to attack, a little bit to pull Zhao Nanyu's favorability back.
Song Luan remembers that later in the book "Power Minister", he used a large amount of pen and ink to detail Zhao Nanyu's emphasis on Zhao Shi. As a hugely long female essay, even if it is written to the end, the male and female host still Young, Zhao Nanyu is no exception.
When he was in his first year, he took over the power, and then he began to show his ruthlessness step by step. He only had three points of tenderness in front of his own child. Although he hated the original owner, he was very good for this son.
So loved that Song Luan saw the fast ending and did not see him have other children.
So Song Luan decided to make a good relationship with her brother first. Besides, she likes to know her brother from the bottom of her heart. The blood relationship is so magical. It seems that she has really experienced the period of pregnancy in October.
The sky is getting late, and the sunset in the distance is gorgeous red, which is very conspicuous.
Song Luan stretched his waist and stood under the cloister, casually asked the maid beside him, "Where is the kitchen?"
The maid was stunned and didn't quite understand what the tossable lady wanted to do. It took a few seconds to respond and hurriedly answered, "On the west side of the house."
Song Luan nodded, "Take me over."
As a young girl living in a dead house for a long time, the only thing she can do is good cooking, self-taught, fragrant and spicy sweet.
The maid drove her to the kitchen door diligently, and Song Luan went in by herself. The people in the kitchen were shocked when they saw her. The cook did not like her second wife very much. Enter the door, no less tossing people in the small kitchen. All dishes are disgusting.
Song Luan coughed twice, tried to keep calm, and said slowly: "Is there a free stove? I want to use it."
With a sneer, the teacher smiled directly. Does her young lady who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui's delicate hands cook? I'm not afraid to laugh at others' teeth.
Song Luan was also not annoyed, waiting patiently for a reply.
"Young lady, there is naturally a stove."
The teacher pointed to the empty one beside him, expressionless, "You can use it if you want."
Everyone in the room was fortunate because they had just made the supper, otherwise the unreasonable second lady would be in trouble later, and it would be endless, and it was them who were the one who was the most troubled.
Song Luan rolled up his sleeves, instructed people to prepare the ingredients, and stood in front of the stove to start working. She thinks that children like to eat sweet and beautiful pastries. This time, she intends to make osmanthus cake for Zhige.
Sugar, sweet-scented osmanthus and flour lay in front of her.
Song Luan skillfully reconciled the flour, and then cut it into small pieces of dough, and then kneaded into the shape of small animals with his hands. It was very cute.
The smooth movement was striking, and even the chef who cooked the food stopped and looked at her with her eyes, shocked. It seemed she couldn't believe she actually would, and she did so well. The method of pinching the shape does not seem to be just learned.
A group of people are thinking that Qing Tian Bai Ri really saw a ghost-like evil door.
After steaming the osmanthus cake, Song Luan didn’t bother to do more in the kitchen. With a fit, he said politely: "You are busy, I will go first."
She carried the food container and went straight to the front yard, still humming a minor key.
It’s really pitiful to know my brother. When no one plays with him, he can only sit in Zhao Nanyu’s study room and pull and pull toys that are too boring. Fortunately, he is sensible enough, even if he is bored, he won’t think bored. Be patient, like his father.
The study pane was facing the desk in front of him. Zhao Nanyu was standing at the table, holding a brush in his hand. He was copying the family law word by word. After copying it for an afternoon, he didn't feel any pain in his hand, nor did he want to stop.
"Dong Dongdong", Song Luan knocked on the door politely before entering.
"Who?" The word asked very coldly, hitting her like a stone wrapped in ice.
Song Luan was stunned and wondered. Was Zhao Nanyu also there? She originally thought that only the brothers knew how to practice their own words. If she knew he was there, she might not come over.
"it's me."
"Come in." I don't know how tender these three words are.
She opened the door and smelled a clear fragrance. There was a small incense burner on the table. It seemed that the fragrance came from there.
Brother Zhi was sitting in a soft slump, still holding a small wooden toy in his hand. His expression was simple, and his delicate face was full of innocents. Big dark eyes stared straight at her.
Song Luan's heart must be engulfed every time he sees his brother.
"How did you come here?" Zhao Nanyu put down her brush and walked towards her with the last bit of sunlight.
Song Luan raised the food box in her hand, "I made pastry for my brother, and brought it to him specially."
She looked attentively like a little fox calling for credit, a little foolishly revealed in her playfulness.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes darkened, his eyes smiled deeply, and he asked slowly: "Did you do it yourself?"
"Why don't I remember you?"
"When did you learn?"
Actually, Zhao Nanyu didn't doubt anything. He just guessed that Song Luan took the pastry made by others, but he had to say that she made it herself to please.
This series of questions smashed Song Luan, facing Zhao Nanyu's meaningful expression, his calf suddenly became a little soft.
She wants to slip away.