Chapter 4:

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Chapter Four
Before dawn, Zhao Nanyu opened his eyes, his delicate brow furrowed slightly, and he raised his hand and quietly took someone's hand across his chest.
Disgust flashed through these light eyes.
He sat up slowly, leaning against the bed of pear-carved wood, a light shirt and a thin collar, his collar slightly open, revealing a white chest. He propped his head and casually looked at the sleeping woman around him.
The woman on the bed was sleeping badly. She was lying on the bed in all directions, almost occupying most of the bed, and her hands and feet were still restlessly, her legs rubbing against him.
Song Luan's clothes were messy at the moment, and her long dark hair covered her small half of her face. Her eyelashes were thick and slender, and her skin was delicate and blown away. Zhao Nanyu's eyes gradually went down, and she looked at her waist socket with interest. The quilt was kicked into the corner by her long ago, and a thin waist gave people unlimited reverie.
Zhao Nanyu looked at it for a while, and the light in his eyes sank, and the sky outside the window gradually got a little shimmer, turning from black to bright.
Song Luan had a nightmare. In the dream, she ran and ran barefoot in the forest. There was a bad wolf behind her that chased her. She ran panting and unfortunately fell, before she got up, The wolf had already approached, staring at her with fierce eyes, and finally opened her mouth wide, and her sharp teeth bit down at her.
Then Song Luan was awakened by pain. I don't know if it is a psychological effect. She really feels that there is a slight pain somewhere in her body.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she had to face Zhao Nanyu's four eyes. His eyes were as clear as last night, and she could not see the slightest emotion.
The morning sun fell through the pane and fell on his side face. He was like a gentle gentle man like water, Zhao Nanyu raised his brow slightly, "Woke up?"
Song Luan pulled the quilt silently, covering the large piece of skin exposed in the air, making a difficult voice, "Uh."
Zhao Nanyu was off today, so he didn't have to get up early, he got out of bed, and didn't call the servants to come in to serve. Instead, he took off his nightclothes in front of her, and slowly put on a crescent-white dress, and then said to her: "Where do you want to go to your grandmother today?"
Song Luan nodded, "Okay."
Zhao Nanyu's eyes narrowed, and his mouth was crossed with a meaningful smile. Song Luan used to be so good at speaking, so he responded casually.
She was not in harmony with the old lady. Nine times out of ten, she was angry with the old lady, and of course her life would not be too good.
So on Lunar New Year's Day, Song Luan had to shake his face with him, spoke bad words, and scolded enough to go to the main court with him. It's really interesting, and I don't know what happened when he left.
So much so that a woman like Song Luan has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Song Luan couldn't see what he was thinking at all. She looked at Zhao Nanyu with her wet eyes, eager for him to understand the meaning in her own eyes. She didn't want to change clothes in front of him, and couldn't even feed!
Fortunately, Zhao Nanyu was not interested in her dressing. He said nothing, took a deep look at her, and then moved to the compartment.
Song Luan finally didn't have to worry about it. She got out of the quilt and found a pomegranate red underskirt. She quickly changed it into herself, and she realized that it was not an illusion that she felt something hurt in the body before.
There are several obvious pinch marks on her waist. This body is delicate, and the marks on the porcelain white and delicate skin are easily left. It is also very obvious. The blue and purple look hurt.
She wondered, but she didn't even know how to get this injury? When did you have it?
It was fine when I bathed last night. How come there are more scratches when I wake up? Song Luan didn't think deeply, it might be that the wolf in the nightmare was too scary. In the dream, he pinched himself.
After finishing wearing clothes and washing, Zhao Nanyu walked out of the compartment holding the hands of his brother. The father and son were five points like each other, but they were exactly the same temperament, and they showed coldness from the inside out.
But Zhao Shi's eyes are like Song Luan, Shui Lingling's big eyes can see the heart.
The maidservants pour in, and breakfast is soon laid out. Several side dishes and white porridge, the dishes are light.
Song Luan is a person from Sichuan and Chongqing. He has no spicy feelings. He looks at the clear soup on the table and wigs unconsciously.
Brother Zhi was very obedient, let go of his father's hand and climbed up to his position obediently, straightened his waist and waited for dinner. In the end, it is still small, and the thoughts are so strict that he can't control his eyes.
Little eyes secretly aimed at his mother. Last night, he was the first time he lived in his mother’s house. Even though there was a wall across, he seemed to smell the smell of his mother when he slept.
During the meal, the atmosphere was extremely dull. The father and son were elegant in the meal, and Ding's voice didn't come out. They didn't say anything. Naturally, Song Luan couldn't ask for a boring speech.
The food on the table was not very suitable for her taste. Song Luan tasted the same as chewing wax. When she ate little, she put down her chopsticks. Zhao Nanyu glanced silently and said nothing.
This hasn't changed much. In order to maintain her slender figure, she rarely eats very much.
Zhao Zhi seemed to stop talking, but he could not bear it. He didn't open his mouth to let his mother eat more. Everything yesterday was like a dream for him.
Zhao Nanyu turned sideways and said softly, "Are you full?"
Zhao Shi nodded, "Father, I'm full."
Zhao Nanyu got up, and then he hugged him in his arms. He knew his brother's arms, and he wrapped his arms around his neck. He put his small head on his shoulder, soft and gentle.
He said to Song Luan lightly: "I will take him back to the front yard first."
Song Luan also understood what he meant by this sentence. Most of them didn't worry about the child staying with her. In fact, he was right to rest assured. After all, the original owner was very bad for this child.
Although she likes to know her brother very much and wants to treat him well, she still dare not talk about it.
"okay."
From the backyard to the front yard, there was a cobblestone path. Zhao Nanyu hugged him, and the child in his arms suddenly tightened his clothes. His face was buried on his clothes, and the urn said violently: "Mother held me yesterday."
The pace at the foot of Zhao Nanyu paused for a moment, "Really?"
Attitude is very light, don't care much.
Zhao Shi was aggrieved. He was obviously afraid of hating his mother. Just because she suddenly treated him better yesterday, her heart was shaken, but he did not think that his mother was pretending, and he was trying.
He continued: "My uncle said his mother...the mind was impure, but I..." he stuttered, "I...I don't think so, she smells so good, I like it."
Zhao Nanyu's thin eyes finally had a trace of waves, and patted his head gently, "You are too young."
He still didn't believe that Song Luan's woman would really change it. In the past four years, she has been intensified. The evils she has done are countless, and her mind is vicious. Thinking of this, Zhao Nanyu's eyes went cold.
Although Zhao Shi is only four years old, he can't fall off his homework every day. Zhao Nanyu took him into the study room and could not say harsh words, but the irresistible momentum is still there. "Write well and write ten sheets. "
"Yes."
Knowing brothers has always been very good, rarely crying and asking him for things, without worrying about him, it is not like a four-year-old child. He touched his brother's white and tender face, "If the writing is satisfactory to me, I will take you to the horse farm in two days and let you pick a pony that belongs to you."
"Thank you father."
Zhao Nanyu did not return to Huai Shuiju immediately after leaving the study, but called the people who were arranged in the courtyard. He stood under the magnolia tree in the courtyard, and the mottled light and shadow were just right on his handsome face. The crescent-white clothes lined up with a somewhat elegant and dusty temperament. From a distance, it was a gentleman of Zhilan jade tree.
He opened his hands, opened his lips, and asked faintly: "What can my wife do during these days when I'm away? Has anyone come to see her? Or has something strange happened to her?"
The maid stood before him, daring not to look at him, and whispered back, "Madam hasn't done anything this time, and no one has come to the door to look for it." She recalled carefully and continued, "It was two days ago, Ma Suddenly fell ill, before coma, he said that his chest hurts, and he woke up after a day of sleep."
Zhao Nanyu was silent for a moment after listening, his eyes narrowed slightly, he waved his hand, begging her to withdraw deliberately. Did not continue to ask.
Are you sick? This is not surprising.
The corner of his lips rose upwards a few arcs, and stepped towards Huai Shuiju. Song Luan thought he would not come over for a while, took off his shoes and socks and was lying on the soft slump.
When Zhao Nanyu entered the door, he saw a pair of white and tender little feet shaking in the air.
His eyes dimmed, and he raised his eyebrows and appeared quietly behind her. "I heard people say that you were sick the other day?"
Song Luan suddenly heard his voice in his ears, and he was so scared that all seven souls and six souls flew in disorder.
Boom, Zhao Nanyu suddenly appeared really scared.