Chapter 88:

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The overwhelming kiss fell on her, and he heard her and said, "As long as you are good, I will treat you well."
She is his wife, and if she keeps herself safe and breaks with other men, he will hurt her well.
Zhao Nanyu was not bored with her delicate and daring resistance, and even felt an abnormal pleasure in her heart. The weak can only live with him, controlling her sorrow and joy, and greatly satisfying his control want. He also likes the claws she occasionally reveals, cute and arrogant.
Song Luan thought that what was going to happen tonight, how did she know that Zhao Nanyu still closed at the last step, fastened the buttons one by one for her, and said softly in her ear, "Sleep."
Song Luan closed her eyes but couldn't sleep at all, and she remembered that Zhao Nanyu, who is the male lead, had a great feature-serious cleanliness. The domineering male master in the female frequency article is not a problem with cleanliness, but a good quality, which means that he will not like a woman casually, nor will he easily have a relationship with a woman.
While she was relieved, she was still somewhat lost. Song Luan secretly pinched her thigh. What was the inexplicable loss? ? It's really beautiful and wrong.
After Xiaoyu came to the house to make trouble, the husband and wife lived together for a long time.
Suddenly, another month later, Song Luan was shocked to realize that a very important plot of the book "Power Minister" was coming soon, and that was the appearance of the hostess.
The female protagonist of "Power Minister" is tailor-made for the male protagonist. It is an out-and-out little white flower. She does not understand the simple and kind things in the world. She has almost all the beautiful qualities of the girl. She saves on the way. After the seriously injured male host, the male host took an interest in her without a surprise, and this interest became like over time.
Since then, the male host has killed the Quartet, although the female host has no skill at all, but she will be coquettish! And the male host is a person who loves to look at the pretty girl coquettishly, so he spoils the female host all the way.
Angry, really angry.
The gap between people is so big, the heroine is right to do anything, and even if she doesn't do anything, she must bear the blame for the original owner.
Human tragedies are tragic.
The male host clearly arranged the female host's arrangement, and later the people who served beside the female host in Zhao's house were his confidants.
When reading the book, Song Luan felt that the hostess seemed to be very happy, she didn't need to do anything, and no one was her opponent. She stayed in the backyard all day long and was spoiled.
But this kind of life doesn't seem to be very free. It's secretly watched by many people when you go out. It feels bad that this kind of life is controlled by others.
But it didn’t matter to her. Song Luan thought about it early. After eliminating the hatred value of Zhao Nanyu, he had a good talk with him, and then he kept on rolling. Anyway, her mother does not lack money, and it does not matter if she is abandoned. And she ran away from the beginning.
As long as the hostess appears, she can slip away!
Beautiful.
The only thing that made her headache is that at present, it seems that Zhao Nanyu still has no plans to be separated from her. He really exerts his domineering attributes to the fullest. Life is my own, and death can only die by my side.
Oh, I'm so scared.
Song Luan finished the morning meal and went to the front yard. Although the husband was a dog man, the son was still very good and won her heart.
Zhao Chao is teaching brothers to read poetry these days. Song Luan stood outside the door and waited for a while before he came out. Zhao Zhao was always a smiley face to anyone, such as Mu Chunfeng, unconsciously letting people relax, Can't bear to guard against him.
He saw Song Luan stunned for a while, and immediately smiled, saying: "The second sister-in-law is here, and the brother-in-law is still inside."
"Well, I came to see him."
Zhao Chao couldn’t stand in front of the door. He seemed to want to stop her path. He was still not at ease. The scars on the brother who knew him from the past were all made by her. Who knows if she really repented or was hypocritical recently? What? Thinking about this, the smile in the corner of his eyes froze, and he said, "How is Ersao free today?"
Song Luanpi smiled and flirted, "I'm free every day."
Zhao Chao took a closer look at her face and suddenly gave way, "Then I won't bother Ersao."
Song Luan frowned, thinking that Zhao Chao had a subtle attitude towards her and should hate her, but she smiled every time she faced her, and her attitude was better than others.
She shook her head and didn't think about it any longer. She pushed open the door and entered the study. She knew that the boy was sitting at the low table and looked at the book in front of her face with a serious expression on her face, as if encountering difficulties.
Song Luan sat down next to him, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you understand?"
Zhigeer answered truthfully, "I don't understand."
Song Luan felt that the ancient poems taught to him by Zhao Chao were too difficult. Why did the four-year-old child put such a heavy burden on him? She gently put his books together. "If you don't understand, you won't read it."
Shige looked at the book in her hand and shook her head seriously. "No, my father will check at night."
"What?" Frowning her brow, she asked, "Will you be fined if you can't answer it?"
I know my brother nodded, "Yes."
Song Luan then asked: "What will be punished?"
"Copy books."
Song Luan was angry, embracing his brother, and filled with indignation: "We will not watch today, and I will definitely not let your father punish you at night."
Ding Dadian's child, what is such a strict picture? At just four years old, it was when she was enjoying her childhood that she couldn't bear it.
I didn't say it, I wanted to learn it myself. No one at home wanted to play with him. The children of the same age in the house were far away from him, but he didn't like those people either.
It might be better to sit quietly in the house and read a book.
But my brother seemed to dislike him when he looked at his mother, so he closed his mouth and said nothing.
Song Luan was afraid of the child being bored, found paper and pen, used her drawing skills to personally draw a map of the game of Monopoly, and then made a dice with Hum Hum Hum.
The mother and son sat cross-legged by the window, and the golden light leaned down the top of her head.
Song Luan simply told him the rules, and then the two started the first game.
Shi Ge quickly understood how to play, and the child's luck seemed to be better. It won't take long to win the game. He raised his face and showed a very bright smile to Song Luan.
Song Luan squeezed his face in a good mood, waved his hand, "Come and play!"
Although Brother Zhi thinks this board is mentally handicapped, he looked at his mother's happily playing and he closed his mouth.
Near noon, the Zhao family suddenly became lively.
The sound of the gongs on the street pierced through the wall courtyard and into Song Luan's ears. She asked curiously the girl beside her, "What day is it today?"
The gongs and drums were loud and the firecrackers sounded. It's not like a family is having a happy event.
The maid replied: "The Emperor List is unveiled today."
Song Luan suddenly realized that it was the scientific expedition. It was lively outside, but there was little movement and quietness in the house.
It was only in the afternoon that she heard that Zhao Wenyan was off the list, and after losing her temper in the house, she did not eat or drink, nor did she know who she was breathing.
Song Luan knows that this time he missed, and next time he got his wish. After a few days, Song Luan had no intention of meeting Mrs. Zhao San several times. The woman's face was haggard, her face was pale, her eyes were red, she should have cried for several times, and her face was full of sorrow.
After she inquired, she realized that Zhao Wenyan had not yet come out of the blow of falling behind, and was willing to eat, but he was not willing to talk to people.
Zhao Wenyan was spoiled in the palm of his hand when he was young. He was talented, proud, and hard to accept for a while.
When Song Luan saw him by the pond, he subconsciously planned to avoid it. He seemed to be taller than in the previous days. He was standing tall and white, like a paper. He just turned around. His eyes were facing each other. Song Luan found him Lifeless, the pride that once seemed to be beaten up and down.
She sighed that some words were originally undesirable, but thinking that only Zhao Wenyan would die after the original owner and eventually died for her, she could not remain indifferent.
Since she couldn't ignore it when she saw it, she walked slowly past and greeted him.
Zhao Wenyan stared at her resentfully, even if she just called his name, he thought she was also laughing at herself.
Song Luanhuan held his hands and looked up at him, "I heard you fell out of the list?"
"you!"
No one in the family dared to presume it in front of him. She said it lightly, simply wanting to humiliate him.
Zhao Wenyan wanted to be more aggrieved, and the woman's heart was easy to change. She used to say that she liked him, and turned to look cold at him.
"What's wrong with me? Isn't I telling the truth? I still heard that you want to commit suicide if you don't eat or drink?" She showed no mercy and walked slowly to the edge of the pond, pointing her finger, "Oh, Why bother so much, if you really want to die, just jump from here. Preservation is faster than hunger strike."