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When Song Qingshu returned to the courtyard of the Daotai Yamen, it was getting late, so he specially invited Cheng Yaojia and his wife to dinner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

To his surprise, the 6 Guanying did not sneer at the banquet for the first time, but remained silent, Cheng Yaojia seemed to have a mind, and the whole person couldn't give up all night.

"6 Young Zhuang owners just relax, this time here to recuperate, the whole Yangzhou is safer than here. Song Qingshu put down his wine glass and said with a smile.

6 Guanying's face changed several times, and finally arched his hand: "Thank you!"

Song Qingshu raised her eyebrows, the other party's attitude was completely different, it was really a little strange, and she couldn't help but glance at Cheng Yaojia, now her face was red for a while and white for a while, but she was subconsciously moving her chopsticks, and the whole person looked preoccupied.

"Strange. Song Qingshu frowned, but he was quickly relieved, he had too many things to think about now, and naturally he didn't have the energy to figure out the thoughts of this young couple.

After eating, Song Qingshu arranged the couple to rest in different rooms, and then arranged a bunch of doctors and maids to take care of 6 Guanying, Cheng Yaojia's face was slightly red, but she took the initiative to run over to take care of her husband.

Song Qingshu smiled dumbly, knowing that Cheng Yaojia was worried about what he would do to her, thinking to himself Is he so terrible, is your husband still there......

But he didn't stop it, after all, the two of them are nominally husband and wife, although there is a letter of divorce, but the relationship between them for so many years, how can it be broken?

After returning to the room, Song Qingshu had been thinking about the current situation in Yangzhou and the question of Li Kexiu's behefing, and before he knew it, it was already late at night.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked up at the door.

"Song ...... Song Gongzi, can I come in?" There were a few gentle knocks outside the door, and then Cheng Yaojia's timid voice sounded.

"Please come in!" Song Qingshu keenly noticed that the other party's voice was faintly trembling, and he felt strange in his heart, the two had been together for so long, why was she still so afraid of herself?

In fact, strictly speaking, Cheng Yaojia and Huang Rong are the same generation after all, fortunately, Song Qingshu is now almost thirty years old, so the age gap between the two sides is only a few years, but Cheng Yaojia is older after all, and it should be regarded as his sister, but her shy and shy temperament, coupled with her delicate face, when the two get along, Song Qingshu treats her as a little sister.

The door was soon pushed open from the outside, and a dignified and gentle young woman walked in, wearing a long plain dress that made her particularly beautiful.

"Madame is so beautiful now. Song Qingshu couldn't help but exclaim, and at the same time her eyes fell on her head that was still full of moisture, obviously she had just taken a bath.

"Wasn't I beautiful before?" Cheng Yaojia looked up at him, her eyes shining.

Song Qingshu was surprised by her boldness, and at the same time noticed that she closed the door casually, and couldn't help laughing: "Madame doesn't seem to have drunk during the banquet today, why does it seem to be bolder?"

Cheng Yaojia's face turned red, and she couldn't help but stomp her feet and said, "You're here to make fun of me!"

"Okay, okay, yes, it's not, Xiaosheng is here to make amends to his wife. Song Qingshu deliberately bowed, which made Cheng Yaojia can't help but chuckle, "I just don't know what Madame is doing so late?"

"Can't I come to you if it's okay?" Cheng Yaojia bit her lip, and her eyes rolled to him.

"Of course, whenever Madame wants to come to me, I will sweep the couch to greet me. As soon as Song Qingshu spoke, he regretted a little, this idiom is inevitably a little ambiguous here, and it is easy for people to misunderstand, but this time it is indeed a little wronged, and he really didn't think about it when he said it.

Cheng Yaojia really subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bed, and a small face suddenly seemed to be coated with a layer of rouge, her full chest rose and fell a few times, and suddenly said: "I want to ask you for a drink, I don't know if the son appreciates his face?"

Song Qingshu was slightly stunned, always feeling that she was a little strange today, but still smiled: "It is an honor to be able to drink with Mrs., but the amount of alcohol has always been relatively large, what if Mrs. gets drunk?"

Cheng Yaojia's eyes drooped, and she subconsciously bit her lip, and under the light, her lips shone with a moist and charming luster: "If you're drunk, you're drunk." ”

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Since Mrs. has this Yaxing, of course I will accompany her." Then he went to the door and called a maid and asked her to bring a pot of grape wine.

Hearing Song Qingshu ask the maid to decorate more wine, Cheng Yaojia in the room couldn't help but blush.

He is now a guest of honor at the Daotai Yamen, and the maid did not dare to be a little slack, and it didn't take long for the wine to come.

"Madam, please take a seat!" Song Qingshu thoughtfully moved the stool out for her and made a gesture of please.

Where did Cheng Yaojia see the gentlemanly demeanor that would be popular in later generations, and suddenly became flustered, and said thank you with a red face.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, sat down opposite her, and poured her a glass of wine: "I salute Mrs. with a glass." ”

Who knew that Cheng Yaojia shook his head: "Gongzi has saved the lives of our husband and wife, and I should respect you first for this cup." ”

Song Qingshu shook the wine jug next to him, and said with a smile: "There is still a lot of wine here, Madame can slowly salute it." ”

Cheng Yaojia pursed her lips and looked at him with a smile: "Then what kind of reputation is your glass of wine?"

Song Qingshu looked at her carefully, Cheng Yaojia's cheeks were extremely delicate under the candlelight, and she couldn't help but admire: "The first cup is to respect Mrs. and she is more delicate than flowers." ”

Despite the bitterness in her heart, Cheng Yaojia couldn't help but smile when she heard him praise herself like this: "Okay, I'll drink this first glass of wine." After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and was about to send it to the corner of his mouth.

Who knew that Song Qingshu grabbed her wrist and said with a smile: "Why is Madam so anxious, we haven't clinked glasses yet." ”

Cheng Yaojia couldn't help but stick out her tongue, she was always in a state of mind tonight, no wonder she would make such a low-level mistake.

She raised her glass and touched it with the other person, and then raised her head and drank a glass of wine.

Looking at her snow-white and slender pink neck, and sliding slightly when swallowing wine, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that it was delicious, and he also drank all the wine in the cup.

"Can you let go of my hand now?" A glass of wine was down, I don't know if it was wine or shame, Cheng Yaojia's eyes were much brighter than before.

Following her gaze, Song Qingshu noticed that he was still holding her wrist, but he was no longer a hairy boy, and he didn't have any weakness, so he let go unhurriedly and said with a smile: "I forgot it for a while, don't be surprised, madam." As he spoke, he poured the two of them more wine.

"I salute this second glass ......"

Cheng Yaojia just picked up the cup, but was interrupted by Song Qingshu again: "Madam, I haven't finished saluting here." ”

"I'd like to see what you call it this time. The corners of Cheng Yaojia's lips rose slightly, the wine surged, and she gradually relaxed.

"This second cup of Mrs. Jing's skin is like cream. Song Qingshu said with a smile.

"How can there be such a toast," Cheng Yaojia's face turned red, and she couldn't help muttering, "What's more, how do you know if my skin is good." ”

Song Qingshu grabbed her wrist and said confidently: "Because I touched it." ”

Cheng Yaojia's heart jumped, and she couldn't help but scold lightly: "Scoundrel~" It's just a strong sense of coquettishness in his tone, but there is no reproach.

Seeing Cheng Yaojia drinking obediently, Song Qingshu raised his glass: "This third cup, I respect Mrs...... Uh......"

Cheng Yaojia was suddenly happy: "What's the matter, the words are poor, right?"

Song Qingshu's mind suddenly appeared with the expression of her tongue sticking out just now, and she couldn't help but smile: "The third cup, I respect Mrs. Jing's cute little fragrant tongue." ”

Cheng Yaojia's smile suddenly froze, and she stood up suddenly, her skin was dyed with a layer of redness: "You!" Although the two of them are a little ambiguous these days, she is a well-informed young woman from a good family after all, not to mention that her husband is still next door, how can she withstand such naked molestment.

Who knew that Song Qingshu grabbed her: "Doesn't Madam still want to toast me, is it just like this?"

Thinking of her husband's entrustment, Cheng Yaojia sighed faintly in her heart, sat down and drank the red wine in the cup.

Seeing that Cheng Yaojia was about to pay homage to herself, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and covered the wine glass: "Madame, this glass of wine is extremely precious, before that, we must first solve some tedious and mundane things, so as to better taste the beauty of this glass of wine." ”

"What's the tedious matter?" Cheng Yaojia's heart jumped, and her face was a little unnatural.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "The 6 young owner is now in the yard, and his wife doesn't take care of him, but he comes to my room in the middle of the night to drink, no matter how you think about it, something must have happened." ”

Cheng Yaojia pursed her lips and didn't look over: "Can't it be my water-based poplar flower, who wants to hook up with you in the middle of the night?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said softly: "After these days, I don't know what kind of character Madame has? Madame is such a dignified and virtuous woman, and if a woman who thinks about her husband is water-based Yanghua, then I am afraid there will be no good woman in the whole world." ”

I don't know why, Song Qingshu said a few plain words, but a warm current rose in Cheng Yaojia's cold heart, especially his deep eyes, which made people have an inexplicable sense of calm.

But the more she did this, she couldn't help but think of how her husband treated her, and tears flowed down her face.

Song Qingshu stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and said softly, "Did the 6 young owner ask you to come over?"

Cheng Yaojia looked at him in surprise: "You...... How do you know?"

Song Qingshu didn't answer her directly, but sighed to himself: "In the eyes of men in this world, women are really just an accessory. ”

When he said this, Cheng Yaojia's tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Come with me. Song Qingshu suddenly stood up and pulled her out.

Cheng Yaojia couldn't help but follow behind him, and asked in a daze, "Where are you going?"

"Go to your husband, of course. Song Qingshu's eyes flashed, faintly revealing a hint of inexplicability.