Chapter 109: Little wolf cub X lady (1)

At noon, a group of maids just waited for the masters to have a meal. At this moment, the master was resting in the aunt's room, and the wife had a headache a few days ago, and no one was disturbed in front of her.
They are rare and relaxed, wearing a variety of veil skirts, look cute, squatting under the wall, teasing the parrot in the cage, especially sweet laughter.
A girl-in-law looked far away. The sun on the rockery was the hottest, without any obstruction. A chain was tying a boy, struggling desperately, and yelling in her mouth.
She frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Both the master and the wife are resting, so you wake up, what can you do?"
The extent of the boy's struggle gradually decreased, not because of obedience, but because of dehydration, chapped lips, sweat on his forehead, and eyes that could not be illuminated by the light.
His throat growled, just like a sleepy beast.
The girl didn't care at all, and she was used to it. Continue to lower her head to tease the parrot. A girl brought a cup of tea and placed it beside the parrot. The parrot extended its neck and pecked with a red beak.
About an hour later, the sound of hissing was getting smaller and smaller, and suddenly a girl came back to her, suddenly stood up and looked, and the boy had bowed his head, not knowing whether it was life or death.
On a hot day, the girl suddenly became sweaty, scared with tears in her eyes, and quickly untied him. At this moment, the boy opened his eyes and stared darkly, biting his head on the back of the girl's hand.
The girl yelled aloud, grinning with sore teeth, and slapped him slap hard. The boy was still alive, and the blood had flowed out. He was greedy in his eyes, his throat was rolling, and there was a rusty smell between his lips and teeth. Learn about thirsty tea.
At this moment, the girl had a pale face and had a terrible pain. Just now, the girl who teased the parrot under the root of the wall quickly rushed over, holding a thick wrist stick and hit him the boy's back.
The boy was so painful that his face wrinkled together, and he let go of his mouth, and the girl quickly retracted her hand, almost biting a piece of meat on it, and she couldn't cry.
The boy was hit with a few more sticks, and he licked the blood on his lips, especially lame.
Until the evening, from the sun's hotness to the inhaled air with a sweltering heat, he was still tied to the rock, the iron chain made a noise from time to time, and the dull roar in his throat never stopped.
At the corner of the gazebo, there is a pond next to it, filled with lotus flowers, the wind blows, and the nose is full of aroma. Cen Smiao held the fan of the group, gently blowing the cool breeze, sitting alone, looking at the rockery.
He pursed his lips, picked up a piece of pastry from the plate on the stone table, and tossed it gently.
That piece of snack fell where the boy could reach as soon as he could reach it, but somehow, he rolled a few times, the boy was full of animal eyes, staring closely, desperately enough, the iron chain fell deeply into the flesh.
Cen Simao didn't throw it anymore, she just sat there watching.
In this world, the original husband's husband, Li Zhixiu, can't wait for a woman she likes, and the woman has married someone else.
Li Zhixiu was an official in the Central Dynasty, and had an opportunity to frame the woman who was married to death. She thought of sending the woman to the house again, but the woman was a fierce man and died directly after her.
Only the male lead Yang Fuqing remains alone in this world. Because Yang Fuqing's father did something wrong, no one in the relative's family was willing to blend in. No one offered to keep Yang Fuqing.
Li Zhixiu felt guilty and brought Yang Fuqing back. But Yang Fuqing became more and more like a biological father. Li Zhixiu looked at his heart and got angry. He didn't have a good face at all. Sometimes the anger came up. It happened that Yang Fuqing was beside him and immediately kicked him.
As time passed, I was impatient. Yang Fuqing was not even as good as the others, but now it is not enough for a meal for a few days. He was so hungry that he stole food in the kitchen.
Those subordinates all watched people and served dishes. They deliberately teased the host. Every time he saw him coming to steal, he pretended not to see it. He just got it in his hand and immediately caught his current situation.
Then falsely accused Li Zhixiu.
Immediately after that, they were rewarded, and Yang Fuqing was chained to the rockery. Over time, Yang Fuqing also got used to it, as long as he could eat.
Later, Yang Fuqing grew up and burned the house with a fire. But Li Zhixiu didn't die, instead he killed Yang Fuqing.
The emperor also said that Li Zhixiu was kind-hearted and raised a sinner's son. He was a white-eyed wolf without a wish.
The male lead in this world is miserable, the original owner is not much better. Li Zhixiu was thinking of Yang Fuqing's mother, and he was not interested in the original owner that Ming Media was marrying.
Previously, I was worried about the woman in my heart, but now I have found a person who is similar to that woman and is raised in the backyard to let people serve as aunts.
It is even more difficult to come to the original owner.
The protagonist is weak by nature and won't fight for anything, and it's hard for her to talk about her bedtime. I can only bear it this way, asking nothing, staying in his room until he is burned to death by a fire set by Yang Fuqing.
Cen Simiao tidy up the gauze worn on her body, sticking to the skin, especially tired. The weather was too sultry. She sat here for an afternoon. Even though it was covered by a gazebo, she still felt that her neck was hurt by the sun.
The system has been urging: "Hurry up and save him! Such a good time, don't hurry up yet, if he dies!"
Cen Simiao narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Fuqing. He was still struggling. The iron chain made a noise and his eyes were staring at the sticky cake.
Can't die.
The sun went down, and it was suddenly dim. After a while, nothing could be seen. Cen Simiao got up, walked over step by step, her skirt swayed, and the pink peony embroidered on the tip of the shoe was looming.
The footsteps were particularly light and covered by the sound of iron chains, but even so, when she walked in, Yang Fuqing looked up instantly, her eyes full of vigilance, and her teeth were as if to attack her.
Cen Simiao covered half of her face with a fan, and her long fingers lifted the veil, leaning slightly, and Bai Nen's fingertips picked up the dirty cake.
Yang Fuqing was struggling so hard that she could not wait to step forward to tear her apart, and the low roar that was issued became increasingly aggressive.
The pastry shook before his eyes.
Yang Fuqing opened her mouth and stretched her tongue to bite. As soon as he licked the snack, Ceng Simiao immediately took it away, threw it in his hands, and threw it into the pool. The fish inside raised his head and scrambled.
Yang Fuqing's eyes widened and she stared fiercely.
Cen Simiao stood in front of him, hooked his mouth, reached out to touch his head, but was almost bitten. She raised her eyebrow and turned to leave.
The sound of the iron chain struggling behind became increasingly fierce.
A moment later, she came back with a plate of pastry in her hand.
Picking up a piece that dangled before his eyes, the ferocity in Yang Fuqing's eyes disappeared instantly, staring closely at the pastry and stretching his neck. This time Cen Simiao's hand fell slightly, he could only bite off a small piece with his mouth open.
Swallow before you chew.
To eat again, Cen Simiao throws the snack into the pool again.
Did not look at Yang Fuqing, turned and left. He swallowed hard in his throat, licked his lips, blood was still on it, his eyes were shining in the night, and the whole man was a kind of animal.
After a few days, Yang Fuqing was caught stealing again, and this time before he had time to put his mouth in his mouth, he was tied to a rockery. His stomach was empty, especially hot, and he was weak. Struggling is not as bad as before.
Still in the evening, Cen Simiao stood in front of him, and Yang Fuqing showed his teeth again, a posture ready to bite.
She picked up the snack and chewed it slowly on the lips. Yang Fuqing couldn't help swallowing. Suddenly there was a cake in front of him. He rushed to eat it, but only ate a little more than last time.
I swallowed without chewing.
His eyes were no longer fierce, and he turned into a begging for food. Cen Simiao frowned, pinching a piece of snack, Yang Fuqing's eyes showed longing, but she watched the snack enter her mouth.
Cen Simiao turned and left again.
When Yang Fuqing was again, Cen Simiao took the snack again, he had become much more docile, and began to learn to chew like her.
Cen Simao never let him eat all the pieces, leaving some in each time, throwing them all into the pond to feed the fish.
Every time Yang Fuqing showed puzzling and pity.
Later he was accustomed to being tied to the rockery, waiting for Cen Simiao to come over. Every evening, when she hooked the corner of her mouth, Yang Fuqing stared and ate sweets.
She reached out and touched his head.
Yang Fuqing suddenly fangs, her face was fierce, and she was anxious to kill her.
Ceng Simiao frowned, and threw a plate of snacks directly into the pool, and turned to leave. Yang Fuqing's expression was stingy behind, but her eyes were a little confused.
Later, several times, Yang Fuqing was tied to a rockery, her lips were cracked, and her stomach was not filled with hunger. Every evening, she missed that piece of cake and grabbed her heart and lungs.
But Cen Simiao never appeared again.
He gritted his teeth.
This time the girl-in-law hit him especially badly. His back was full of injuries, the sun was hot, and he didn't drink a drop of water. Instead, he was sweating, his legs were soft, and his eyes were a little fuzzy.
The nose is full of the scent of that pastry and a hint of fat powder.
He swallowed his throat.
The consciousness in my head was gradually blurred, and the chain was ringing all the time. At this moment, there was no sound, and my mind was full of that cake. It seemed like it had been forgotten, and no one came over.
He gradually lowered his head, and his usual fierce eyes became dull, and the whole man became pitiful.
Suddenly footsteps sounded.
Yang Fuqing looked up instantly, her eyes were dark and bright.
The tip of the shoe embroidered with pink peony was covered by the skirt. She bent slightly, holding the cake in her hand, but didn't hand it to him.
With the other hand, gently stroke his head.
This time, Yang Fuqing didn't escape, instead she put her head on her palm and froze.
Cen Simiao picked up the corner of his mouth and threw a whole piece of snack into his mouth.
Yang Fuqing gobbled.
She untied the chain, and when it slammed, the chain fell to the ground, and Yang Fuqing opened her eyes and looked at her.
Cen Simiao touched his head and gave him all the dishes with snacks. Yang Fuqing's eyes burst into joy.
She spoke softly: "Follow me."
Turning around, just taking a step out, Yang Fuqing looked up, hugged her snacks, her mouth full, and quickly followed her obediently.