Chapter 78:

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This is the anti-theft seal. She shook off his hand hard. In this part, Song Luan also knew that he couldn’t explain it clearly. Pi Xiaoluo didn’t smile for a while, and said,
He Gongzi, I still have something, so I’ll go first. ."
He Run looked at her reluctantly, and even wanted to catch up, "Aluan, I... I will wait for you."
Fortunately, Song Luan was running fast, so she didn't have to continue to struggle with him endlessly. She ran out of the garden in one breath. Finally, she saw a maidservant and hurriedly stopped the person. She put on an uncomfortable face. Asked: "Where is Auntie?"
The maid felt that she was particularly unlucky. Ms. San came back two or three times a year. She was actually hit by her. She was really afraid of the grumpy Ms. San, who was wrong and made her unhappy and beaten up. It's not that there was no such thing.
She pointed to a room on the left, and tremblingly answered, "Grandpa is in your room."
Song Luan pretended to be impatient, and waved his hand, "Okay, I know."
She sorted out her clothes and walked in the direction of the maid's fingers. The door was closed and there was no sound in it. Song Luan had to wonder whether Zhao Nanyu was in her room.
Zhao Nanyu came back in one step. She knew that her brother was still awake and did not wake up. He first sat by the bed for a while. After a while, he stood up, and for the first time gave birth to the desire/wish to see her boudoir.
I have been here so many times and have never watched it carefully.
The girl’s room seems to have a unique fragrance. There is a dressing cabinet in front of the bed with a bronze mirror on it. He walked over and opened the small drawer under the cabinet, which contained some daughter’s household gadgets, mostly For dressing up, he saw a few handkerchiefs in the corner, picked them up and put them on his hands and looked at them carefully.
Zhao Nanyu smiled. The handkerchiefs were extremely crappy. There wasn't even a thing embroidered on it. I knew at a glance that the master embroiderer was not good.
He silently put the handkerchief back to his place, and did not continue to watch. He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea and sipped.
At this moment, Song Luan outside the house opened the door and walked in. Her face was a little red, and some sweat beads were coming out of her forehead. She looked at him and asked, "Is Si Ge still asleep?"
Zhao Nanyu lowered his eyes and squeezed the cup tightly with his fingers. He could not hear any ups and downs from his voice. He said, "Yes."
Suddenly he lifted his face and stared at her with deep eyes. The moment Song Luan was staring at him, he felt his eyes were terrible, like a beast of flood directly attacking her.
Zhao Nanyu got up and walked slowly to her. He smiled suddenly and took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve. He gently wiped the sweat beads on her forehead for her. He asked with concern: "How did you sweat? Where did it come from?"
Song Luan stretched his back, and a coolness came out of his back. Although Zhao Nanyu was very gentle at this time, she was still uneasy. She smiled dryly, "Maybe it is too hot."
Zhao Nanyu heard that the temperature in his eyes was a little colder, and his emotions of violent, murderous, and jealous were well pressed against his chest. He still smiled and couldn't see anything wrong, "Is it? I thought Are you running over?"
In fact, Zhao Nanyu has seen many scenes where Song Luan is entangled with other men. Sometimes he is a son of a knight in the capital, and a brother of hereditary son of the family. He can bear it every time, and has learned the skills of ignorance over time. But just now he saw the picture of Song Luan and He Run standing together, his long-lost anger surged into his heart, and even jealousy, he wanted to kill the man and wanted to monopolize her.
Zhao Nanyu is a terrible man. He is forbearing and can control his emotions very well. After listening to those words, he did not choose to go out, but left quietly.
At this moment he stared at Song Luan quietly, at this familiar and strange face.
Song Luan was afraid to move when he saw it. She did not know that Zhao Nanyu had heard what she and He Run said, "There is nothing to run, just such a big place."
Zhao Nanyu is a man who hates being deceived very much. Song Luan refuses to admit it. Even if he really wants to ask this question, "Is it thirsty? Would you like to drink?"
Song Luan didn't drink water all morning, and then he and He Run twitched so much, her throat and mouth were already out of work. She nodded, "I'm thirsty."
Zhao Nanyu poured a glass of water for her very intimately and handed her, "Drink."
"Thank you."
"Oh, did your mother tell you a lot?"
Song Luan wondered how much he said today was unusual, and asked some inexplicable questions. She shook her head, "I didn't say much."
Zhao Nanyu pursed his lips and smiled, "Then why did you come here so late?" He looked straight at her eyes, as if to see her heart through her eyes, "Did you meet an acquaintance?"
At that moment, Song Luan thought he had seen something, and lifted it up, and she thought about it, Zhao Nanyu should not be able to see, there was no one except her and He Run in that place.
She was not stupid, so she wouldn't tell him about meeting Run He. Song Luan replied bitterly, "I didn't meet anyone else."
It was really not easy to lie in Zhao Nanyu's eyes. She coughed twice and continued the words with difficulty. "It was a delay on the mother's side."
Zhao Nanyu was silent for a moment, "It turns out so."
His five fingers have been pinched tightly, lying? well. Sure enough, her changes were pretend these days, and her nature never changed.
Zhao Nanyu thought of many ways to torture her, wanted to interrupt her leg bones, watched her cry, and watched her beg for mercy. He wanted to kill He Run in front of her and asked her if she dare to seduce a man.
Gradually all these thoughts were dispelled, and it was not time. He could see his thoughts better than anyone else. He had treated her differently than before.
Envy and anger will no longer be indifferent.
She likes to look at her grievances pitifully, like to bully her, and looks at her eyes with red tears hanging weakly.
Zhao Nanyu pinched her wrist, which was almost the same position as He Run had touched. He stared at it for a long time, and then took out the veil that he had just found, and rubbed it her wrist two or three times. Facing Song Luan's blank expression, he explained: "Dirty."
Song Luan took a breath, and her white wrists had been rubbed red. She still remembered the reason she came to find him. She could not care about the pain. She said, "Don't worry about what my mother said today."
Zhao Nanyu said: "I haven't."
you're lying! Her waist was about to be chopped off by him at that time. Why did he have a face and said he didn't?
Song Luan couldn't debunk him, he could only accompany him and said: "If you don't have it, just like it."
Zhao Nanyu did not ask her what Aunt Cailin said to her, but she persuaded her to marry herself and Li and find a better man. Even when he used to hate Song Luan in the past, he never thought about it, let alone now.
Want to leave him and other men happy? I can't dream.
The brother-in-law on the bed rolled over, the clear and innocent eyes slowly opened, he made two slaps, the little child climbed up from the bed by himself, did not wear shoes, and barefoot stepped on the ground Just go outside.
I don’t like this room a little bit. My mother always keeps him here every time he comes, from dawn to dark, and he can wait to come to pick up his father very late.
No one plays with him or speaks with him.
Outside, Song Luan was surprised when he saw the dashing brother, and the child in a single coat ran towards her. She opened her arms and subconsciously caught the person.
Brother Zhi held her calf tightly and buried her red face without saying a word.
Song Luan carefully picked him up and asked softly, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you even wear shoes?"
Brother Zhier buried his head in her chest, and still didn't say a word. The small hand grabbed the clothes on her shoulder, afraid that if she didn't hold on tightly, her mother would throw him away and shut him here.
Song Luan's collar was stripped away by him, revealing a little scenery. Zhao Nanyu glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, but his eyes were dark.
He reached out and hugged Brother Zhi, and the child in his arms was still struggling. He whispered: "Okay, obedient."
Zhao Nanyu's simple words can intimidate knowing his brother, and the child did not dare to stay in his father's arms.