Out of Nantong Lane, Cheng Jinghao's soul rode his horse without possession, and went straight to the Anping Marquis Mansion, as if behind him, some fierce beast was chasing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After entering the Hou Mansion, he threw off the stirrup and dismounted, and almost tripped over. The little guy hurriedly held him up and asked, "What's wrong with the third master, but he's a little unwell?"

Cheng Jinghao waved his hand and said, "Don't get in the way, help me back to the room." ”

"Which aunt's yard are you going to rest?"

"What kind of aunt, I'll go back to the room, go back to the main room!" Cheng Jinghao glared at the little guy viciously, and the little guy hurriedly shrank his neck, muttering in his heart, what's wrong with the third master?

Tu Manfen looked at the inky night, sighed slightly, and prepared to rest. She has become more and more accustomed to Cheng Jinghao's night.

The surprised voice of the silver screen suddenly sounded outside the door: "Third master, are you back?"

Cheng Jinghao nodded sullenly, and without waiting for the silver screen to move, he opened the curtain and entered the room. Seeing Tu Manfen turn around and look at herself in surprise, the suffocation of Liu Qiran's threat dissipated slightly.

"Fetch me water, I'm going to wash. “

His tone was not good, but Tu Manfen was very happy. How long has he not rested with himself, his mother-in-law blames himself for not having children, she is suffering and can't say, she is alone, how can she have children?

Cheng Jinghao watched her serve herself submissively, and the evil fire in her heart came out little by little.

The humiliation of being called away in Ningxiang Building, the disgust when he was in Nantong Lane, and the fear when he was intimidated by Liu Qiran all turned into anger against Tu Manfen. Where did he dare to test whether Liu Qiran had such courage? There was only one life, not to mention that according to what he said, life was better than death in that kind of life.

He pushed her onto the bed and kissed her. A few times stripped of Tu Manfen's clothes, and treated her as rude as a prostitute, without any pity.

Didn't you go back to your parents' house to complain? Didn't you look for Liu Qiran to support you? Okay, I won't go out to find a woman, and I won't go to find a concubine in the room, you will bear it for me! I don't believe it, you will still go to your sister to complain about such a bed?

Cheng Jinghao thought fiercely, sprinting back and forth on Tu Manfen's body, ignoring her painful expression, and manipulating her body.

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Liu Qiran returned to the house triumphantly, hummed a little song into the courtyard, and saw the warm candlelight coming out of the door, and his heart warmed. It's a good feeling that no matter when he goes home, someone has someone to keep the door open for him.

He waved his hand to stop the maid's communication, lifted the curtain and saw Tu Manzhen doing needlework under the lamp, the pair of silk socks was his size, and it was almost piping.

Seeing that his heart was warm, he poked his head into Tu Manfen and said, "I'm back!"

Tu Manzhen looked up and saw that he only stretched out his head and came in, and said angrily: "Come back, come back, what the hell are you doing if you don't come in!"

Liu Qiran said with a smile: "I went to some bad places today, you wait for me to wash up before coming in." ”

Tu Manzhen was about to speak, but he shrank his head and walked to the outer courtyard. There he had a small courtyard where he had kept his robes clean for change.

Tu Manzhen shook her head and said to herself: "What kind of fame, you have to go outside to wash." "I focused on the needle and thread in my hand, finished the last piping, and cut the silk thread with scissors.

After a while, Liu Qiran changed his clothes and came in, his hair still wet.

Tu Manzhen got up busily, pressed him on the spring stool and sat down, took Su Luo next to him to wipe the moisture off his head for him, and complained in his mouth: "How old are you, and you don't know how to take care of yourself." It's the end of autumn, and it's cold at night. ”

Liu Qiran closed his eyes comfortably, shook his head and said, "Isn't this a lady? ”

Tu Manzhen knocked on his head: "Boom!"

Liu Qiran laughed and said: "Lady, I went to get Cheng Jinghao just now, and he didn't dare to treat your eldest sister badly." ”

Tu Manzhen was overjoyed and asked, "Really? That's great! How did the husband do it?"

"It's nothing," how could Liu Qiran tell her about those things in Nantong Lane: "Cheng Jinghao was afraid of me when he was a child, I coerced and intimidated him, and he naturally obeyed." ”

Tu Manzhen was simple-minded, and there was no doubt about it, and her hands became more and more gentle.

Liu Qiran hugged her waist and pressed her to her lap and sit: "Lady, do you have such a thing for your husband, is there any reward?"

Tu Manzhen thought for a while and said, "Just made a pair of silk socks, is it a reward?"

Liu Qiran nodded: "Naturally, yes, but I want you more." In the booklet at the bottom of the box, there is another posture that we haven't tried. ”

Tu Manzhen's cheeks flushed with shame, and his hands were clenched into fists and pounded his chest: "You are so bad! What will you do besides bullying me." ”

Liu Qiran showed a scoundrel riffraff, held her small fist with his right hand, and whispered in her ear: "Isn't it natural to bully your own lady?"

As he spoke, his left hand roamed over her, straddled her waist with her legs apart, and asked in a dumb voice, "Do you feel it?"

He had changed so obviously, how could he not feel the hot hard object against his abdomen?

Tu Manzhen wanted to escape, but his body was tightly wrapped by his arms, and he couldn't escape. I can only keep writhing, trying to break free.

Liu Qiran's eyes turned red, he pressed her body, and warned: "If you move again, I can only put you on the spot to correct the Fa." ”

Feeling his desire, Tu Manzhen was startled, quickly stopped moving, and said softly, "Let's go to bed." ”

Liu Qiran just didn't hear it: "What did you say?"

Tu Manzhen twisted the soft flesh on his waist fiercely, he had never seen such a cheap and well-behaved one.

Liu Qiran smiled lowly, picked her up and walked to the bed: "My princess, tonight will definitely make you have endless memories." ”

He said crazy things from time to time, Tu Manzhen was used to it, and he still felt embarrassed when he heard it at this time.

"To tell the truth, your eldest sister's temperament is really boring, how can she subdue Cheng Jinghao? Your family shouldn't marry her to the Anping Marquis Mansion. Their Hou Mansion is similar to our family's Guogong Mansion, they are all empty shells. ”

Liu Qiran chattered in his mouth, and his subordinates were busy, busy undressing Manzhen's clothes.

"But our family is also a national mansion, no matter what, food and clothing are not worried, you can see that my father also raised so many concubines. But the Anping Marquis Mansion is different, the family business is not big, the heirs are very prosperous, and there is not much oil and water on everyone's head. Cheng Jinghao, the second son of the second room, don't look at the hat of a Hou Mansion, I am afraid that the money in hand is not as good as my father's concubine. ”

Tu Manzhen listened intently to him about the affairs of the Marquis of Anping, but he didn't notice it, and all the clothes and belts were torn off by him, and Liu Qiran also complained: "What kind of bed clothes are you, so many belts." ”

Tu Manzhen pushed his shoulder: "You have torn several of my bedclothes, why are you so violent." Why is this the case in the Anping Marquis Mansion? My eldest sister really married the wrong person. ”

Liu Qiran buried his whole body in her chest, and said vaguely: "At this time, what do you care about the eldest sister, you pay attention to me, I still want a girl who is very similar to you!"

Moved by his teasing, Tu Manzhen couldn't care about anything in the Anping Marquis Mansion, and couldn't help but reach out and hug his waist, up and down with his rhythm.

One night of spring supper.