It was only said that Degui was personally guarding the door of the study outside, but at this moment, the painting was nervously and expectantly carrying the food box in his hand, and walked carefully and softly towards the inner room of the study. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as he walked to the door, he paused slightly, only to feel that his heart was about to jump to his throat at this moment, and he couldn't help but breathe softly, and then spit out silently, and then touched the hairpin on the sideburns, straightened out the newly changed skirt, and then raised his hand slightly, gently beat the bamboo curtain, and walked in carefully sideways.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Gu Jingzhao sitting behind the bookcase at the moment, looking down and sketching something with a pen, obviously hearing the slight sound of the curtain beating, but she didn't even raise her head, and still looked solemn about handling the official document.

The painting couldn't help but feel more nervous, clenched his hands tightly, and pressed the depression to the bottom of his heart, the small lotus step moved slightly, and then he carried the food box and bowed down slightly respectfully, a delicate face was slightly deviated, revealing a white and charming neck curve.

She has demonstrated this action countless times in front of the mirror, and she believes that she is moving enough at this moment.

"Master, the slave maid is on the orders of the lady to bring you summer soup. ”

The woman's delicate and gentle voice sounded in the silent and deserted room, but then it was dissipated by the accompanying dead silence.

The delicate body of the painter stiffened slightly, the palms of the hands were slightly cold, and I couldn't help but be nervous and surprised, what is this?

After a while, Gu Jingzhao behind the bookcase let out a calm "um", and then looked at the official document on the bookcase indifferently and said, "Put it on the case." ”

Hearing this, he couldn't help but squeeze his hands nervously, then bowed his head again, and said softly and carefully: "Yes." ”

As soon as the words fell, the coquettish figure stepped forward slightly, and carefully rested the food box on the table where Gu Jingzhao was handling the official documents.

"Is the wife alright?"

After a while, Gu Jingzhao suddenly spoke, and when he heard the words, he moved slightly, and then glanced down, but saw that Gu Jingzhao was still writing on the desk, without the slightest intention of looking up at himself, thinking about the new skirt he had changed into when he came, he couldn't help but feel lost, but he still said with great respect on his face: "Mrs. has always been in good health, but it has been a little hot recently, and people feel a little anxious." ”

"Hmm. ”

Gu Jingzhao's pen paused slightly, and then he opened his lips indifferently and said, "Then serve well." ”

Hearing this, the painter lowered his eyes and bowed his head respectfully: "Yes." ”

When he was disappointed and gloomy in his heart, Gu Jingzhao, who was near, seemed to have just finished writing the last stroke, then slowly raised his head, put the pen in his hand on the pen holder in front of him, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then turned to look at the food box on the case and said, "Take out the soup and I'll taste it." ”

Hearing this, the painter nodded hurriedly, turned around and opened the food box, and then carefully took out a delicate Ru kiln small magnetic cup from it, and then took out the spare small bowl from it, gently scooped the soup out with a spoon, and gently handed it to Gu Jingzhao's hand, lowering his eyebrows and being extremely respectful.

When Gu Jingzhao went to pick it up, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his hand slightly touched the fingertips of the painting block, and the painting room immediately tightened his heart, and then his face was slightly warm, the palm of his hand was suddenly empty, and the small bowl had reached Gu Jingzhao's hand, and the heart of the painting heart couldn't help but speed up a lot again, and his hands were gently put down, hidden in his sleeves, and nervously pulled up.

Who knew that Gu Jingzhao didn't look at it at all, it seemed that it was indeed just an accident that even he didn't notice.

Gradually, the sound of the spoon gently hitting the wall of the bowl slowly sounded in the silent room, and Gu Jingzhao stirred the spoon so indifferently, and then handed it to his mouth and tasted it.

In this way, Gu Jingzhao drank a small bowl of soup, then handed the bowl to the table, and with a gentle push, the painting was immediately taken out of his hand and handed it respectfully.

Gu Jingzhao smelled the faint fragrance, looked down, and saw that the handkerchief in his hand was embroidered with a delicate rose with green thorns, and then he raised his eyebrows indifferently, and his posture in front of him was extremely slim.

"Ahh

The painting that had just closed the food box suddenly let out a low breath, and then felt that his body was light, and the next moment, the person had been taken by Gu Jingzhao to sit in his arms.

Feeling the strong and calm mind of a mature man wrapped around his back, the painting gradually quieted down, but his body was slightly stiff, and his heart was even more nervous and looking forward to something.

"What's the matter? Still as nervous as the first time?"

The man's mature and slightly smiling voice lay in his ears, gently fluttering with an ambiguous and warm breath.

"Slave, slave—"

Although this is not the first time, when facing Gu Jingzhao's handsome face and such a close tone, the painting still can't help but get nervous, and the slight heat on his face has now turned red to the root of his ears.

A soft smile suddenly sounded in her ears, and then Gu Jingzhao, who was holding her in her arms, got up suddenly, and before she could come back to her senses, she had already clasped her hands to the side and leaned her against the side of the bookcase.

Looking at the panicked and nervous painting in front of him, Gu Jingzhao, who was originally quite serious and upright, suddenly crossed a light smile in his eyes.

"Since you've forgotten how to serve, call me to teach you. ”

After the words fell, Gu Jingzhao smiled, his eyes were stunned, and he immediately leaned up, kissed the painting that was still stiff, and felt the heat of the two people's bodies gradually rising, Gu Jingzhao suddenly felt that he was hooked by this familiar body fragrance, and he couldn't help frowning, and the hand that was originally holding the painting gradually picked up from bottom to top.

Originally, he had only secretly tasted the forbidden fruit twice, where could he withstand Gu Jingzhao's teasing, and immediately couldn't suppress the half-longing and half-scared heat in his body, and then blurted out a coquettish voice.

Feeling the softness of the crispy fragrance in his arms, Gu Jingzhao couldn't help it anymore, after all, he was still in his prime, and although he did not have the Yu family to accompany him in Fujian, he could also find some comfort.

Now that he has returned home, Yu happens to be pregnant again, and it has been more than half a month since the last time he had a relationship with the painting.

Therefore, with the whisper of the painting diaphragm suppressed again, Gu Jingzhao picked up the frightened painting diaphragm and left the bookcase, heading towards the soft collapse of the back for a nap.

Outside the house, the cicadas are chirping at the moment, and the people who serve the people standing outside the house inevitably feel upset. But waves of ambiguous women's voices gradually sounded in the room at this moment, but they were upset and full of enthusiasm at the same time.

Everyone couldn't help but cautiously sneak a glance at Degui, who knew that Degui was as if he hadn't heard it, with a straight face, quite serious and calm there, Mo said that his eyes were not looking around, that is, he didn't even have the slightest intention of eavesdropping on his ears.

Otherwise, how can people rely on the second master so much, relying on such a determination to whitewash the peace.