Gongsun Yuqi soon came back to pick up Zixuan back, but He Lan Qiyou did not come back, Luhe got up early in the morning to be busy, and Qingxuan told her to go and rest first. So he untied all his hair and trimmed it, and went to bathe and change his clothes first.

Hearing the sound outside the house, Qingluan, who was lying on the bed, woke up. When she heard the smell of alcohol, she knew that her husband had returned. But she didn't get up, at first she thought about what kind of clothes she wanted to wear, but found that the most suitable one had been given to Zixuan, so she only wrapped the quilt and went to bed, waiting for He Lan to pray for you.

It wasn't long before he came to the bedside and put a smile on her face. "Madame really didn't wait for me to go to sleep?"

Qing Lan grabbed his big hand and put it next to his lips, and then bit it lightly and heavily. "I've waited for a while, but I'm sleepy now..."

As she spoke, she stretched her long bare legs tightly from the bed and wrapped them tightly around her quilt, deliberately for Horan to see.

He let out a low growl and lowered his head and kissed her hard.

"I'll sleep later—" His big palm reached into the quilt and touched her smooth skin after bathing.

But she didn't follow and grabbed his hand. "No, my husband hasn't taken a bath yet. 」

"I didn't go out today, so I didn't have to wash. He resisted, saying that he had begun to take off his shoes.

"My husband didn't go out today, but he was a guest and a drinker, and he was full of alcohol, and if he didn't take a bath, he wasn't allowed to go to bed. 」

He Lan Qiyu stared at her for a while, and although he wanted to climb into bed immediately, he knew that he couldn't force it, so he sighed. "Madame Hui is not allowed to fall asleep, or she will not blame her husband for forcibly waking you up. 」

He was about to get up, but Qinglin sat up and hugged him from behind.

The room calmed down, and even He Lan Qiyou's originally fiery heart became softer. "What's wrong, changed your mind?"

She shook her head, still leaning on his back, and after a while, she said softly, "Second Uncle's wedding is really grand..."

"Hmm. He replied.

"Do you regret it?"

"What regrets?" said Ran, turning to look at her.

Only then did Qing Xuan let him go and said lightly. "If you don't marry me, and you also choose a high-ranking woman, the wedding will definitely be more prosperous, and you won't be compared to the second room. 」

He Lan Qiyu looked at her and suddenly smiled. "I have no regrets, I married the woman I wanted to marry, and my second brother married the woman his mother wanted to marry. His voice was unimpressed.

This question was meant to be a villainous attempt to probe him, and if he showed the slightest pity, she would admit it, but he did not hesitate.

"Madame moved?" said Ho Lan Qi suddenly. "Then let me go to bed, go to bed, Mrs. is tired of sweat and dirty, I will carry Mrs. and wash again." 」

"That's—" She hesitated for a moment, and then gave Horan a chance, knowing that she was no longer holding on, he quickly unshoeed, climbed into bed, drilled into the hole, and hugged her.

"That's good. He Lan Qiyu had a sly look in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Who will feel sorry for me except my son, and who will be afraid that I will be bullied? Who will be so bold and know the heart of a husband and wait for me in bed naked?"

She was too bold, but she was also caught by him, and when she heard him say it so bluntly, she couldn't help but reach out and pinch him in shame.

He Lan Qiyu smiled and pressed her hands on either side of the pillow, his dark eyes shining and staring at her. "Luan, huh?"

Qing Xuan let out a sigh and gently swept away the grabbed hands and hugged his shoulders instead. He Lan prayed that Yu understood, and went up and kissed her softly.

"My son is so nice..."