Cheng Zhibai has been quiet since he was a child. Cheng Zhisong, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, is still playing scoundrels every day, he is already like a little adult, and he follows the mountain chief to school every day. According to the mountain chief, he was smarter than Chang Jiwen and Cheng Linghui when they were children, so the mountain chief especially liked him.

Chang Zhizhou ran to the Zhichu Hall behind the house as soon as he slipped away, and Cheng Linghui followed: "Zhibai is in class." "Chang Zhizhou has already run into the gate of Zhichu Hall, and he can't see his figure.

Cheng Linghui stood at the gate for a while, and had the heart to ask Chang Zhizhou, where is Chang Jiwen? I feel that I can't open my mouth in front of my child. The couple had been interrupted for three years, and they said that they were not lovesick, and the ghost believed it.

Cheng Linghui was angry. This Chang Jiwen, you haven't heard from you for three years. Now that I'm back, I don't even enter the house, so I let a child pass the word. What do you mean? Cheng Linghui turned around like a headless fly in the yard a few times, wanting to ignore it, but she couldn't let it go. Before I knew it, I walked to the barn.

I thought that since I came here, I would simply go back to the water city to have a look. Chang Jiwen does not return to Chengjiazhuang, eighty percent is there. So he led the horse out of the house.

Zhuanshui City is only a dozen miles away from Chengjiazhuang. Solo riding is very fast.

Cheng Linghui arrived at the door and saw that the old family was sitting at the door and napping in the shade. So he asked, "What about your grandfather?" ”

The old family saw that it was Cheng Linghui, pointed in, and before he could speak, Cheng Linghui had already thrown off the horse and entered the yard.

Come to the main house and push the door in. The house was quiet, and Cheng Linghui walked to the back room to take a look. There is a person lying on the bed, who else can it be if it is not Chang Jiwen.

When she didn't meet, she still had an inexplicable anger with Chang Jiwen in her heart, and when she really met, that anger had already left Java. She walked a few steps to the bed and looked down. Although Chang Jiwen was lying on his side on the bed, it was not difficult to see that the three years had not left any traces on his face. Maybe it's the water and soil in the south of the Yangtze River that nourishes people, not only does he not look old, but he is a lot more tender. At first glance, he looks like a brother with Chang Zhizhou, who has grown into a half-sized boy.

Cheng Linghui unconsciously touched her face. In the past three years, Chang Jiwen has not been around, and no one has taken the trouble to wipe and paint on her face. She was impatient with all the grease and powder, and if she didn't go to work in the fields. Not only is his face rough, but his hands are also rough and unpresentable.

In front of Chang Jiwen, she was already a little inferior. It's even worse now.

Chang Jiwen didn't actually fall asleep, he just didn't know how to face Cheng Linghui, and when he heard her footsteps, he fell on the bed and pretended to be asleep. If Cheng Linghui is careful enough, he will find that he has not even taken off writing.

He waited for a long time with his eyes closed, but he didn't see Cheng Linghui calling him. When I opened my eyes quietly, I saw Cheng Linghui standing in front of the bed in a daze. Suddenly there were some grievances in my heart, and I grabbed the quilt so hard that I even covered my head.

Cheng Linghui was led back to her senses by his movements: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep." "Turn around and go out.

Chang Jiwen saw that she was leaving, and sat up suddenly: "You tell the truth, do you dislike me?" ”

Cheng Linghui turned his head and met his angry red eyes. A big man, like a wronged little daughter-in-law, no matter who sees it, he can't return to his senses.

Chang Jiwen stared at a pair of eyes: "Sun Xinglong told you everything, right?" You dislike me......" said with a twinkle in his eyes, and tears flowed from his eyes.

Cheng Linghui is tough and strong, but she has a problem that makes people cry. That is, as the saying goes, eat soft, not hard. Without thinking about it, she turned around and went back to wipe Chang Jiwen's tears: "What nonsense." It's because I feel that I'm old and not worthy of you. ”

Chang Jiwen's tears fell even more fiercely: "You don't have to coax me." I know you think I'm dirty, otherwise why don't you look at me once? ”

Cheng Linghui couldn't cry or laugh: "I'm not an unreasonable and unreasonable person." You can't help yourself, I know it. She knew that Chang Jiwen was talking about what happened after he was kidnapped by Lin Jiao.

Chang Jiwen asked, "Don't you care at all?" ”

Cheng Linghui shook her head: "I don't care." Naturally, she felt uncomfortable. But no matter how uncomfortable it was, what should have happened happened. Lin Jiao is dead, she can't dig up the grave and whip the corpse. Besides, Chang Jiwen is a big man, and he doesn't know how many women he has had before, so it's nothing.

When Chang Jiwen heard this, even his eyes turned red: "I also said that you don't dislike me, you obviously don't care." What am I in your heart? Maybe it's as good as Sun Xinglong's hair? What's so good about Sun Xinglong? He's vile and treacherous, sinister and cunning, isn't he just a little younger than me? I'm just old, Su Tong is as young as him, you can leave without even blinking an eyelid for him. What the hell is good about him? He grabbed Cheng Linghui's shoulders tightly and hissed loudly.

"Jiwen." Cheng Linghui hugged his body trembling with anger: "You misunderstood, there is nothing between me and Sun Xinglong." ”

Chang Jiwen put his head in Cheng Linghui's arms, and the whole person nested into a large shrimp shape, like a fish out of the water, panting for breath. After a long time, he said, "I'm sorry, Sanhui." I'm sorry. I was just too impulsive. I'm not actually eating Sun Xinglong's vinegar......" big tears flowed down his cheeks.

"I hate it...... I hate ......" choked in his throat so that he could not say a complete sentence: "I am a man...... I'm a man......"

"I know...... I know ......" Chang Jiwen's deep grief infected Cheng Linghui, making her want to cry.

Chang Jiwen clutched his chest tightly with his hands, he probably wanted to hold back his crying, but he didn't succeed after all, so he put his head against Cheng Linghui's arms and cried.

Cheng Linghui was very distressed. It's been three years, and she has ignored Chang Jiwen, and it is undeniable that there is a reason for this. Sun Xinglong is right, she is a strong and domineering person in her bones. If someone touches her things, she will definitely make that person look good. But Lin Jiao is dead, and she has nowhere to vent her evil anger, so it naturally shifts to Chang Jiwen's head.

However, there is another reason why she did not take the initiative to write to Chang Jiwen. She always remembered that Su Tong was drunk that day and shouted to kill Chang Jiwen. Actually, Cheng Linghui can understand Su Tong. If her things are robbed by others, she will not be good. What's more, Su Tong was the crown prince at the time, and now he is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

For the sake of Chang Jiwen's safety, she would not take the initiative to contact Chang Jiwen.

But she never expected that Chang Jiwen, as a man, would be so concerned about the loss of his body. Thinking that he had made him sad alone for three years, Cheng Linghui couldn't wait to beat herself. She didn't know how to comfort the person in her arms.

Chang Jiwen cried grogily, completely ignoring what Cheng Linghui did. Cheng Linghui suddenly found that Chang Jiwen, who had always been like a hungry wolf in the boudoir and had no sven, did not react at this time. Suddenly, there was a 'boom' in my head, and there was a blank space. It took a while to come back to my senses.

She didn't believe that her husband could have been forced to abolish by a momentary situation.

She spent her life gentle, soothing, and teasing all her life......

Chang Jiwen lay on his back on the bed, although he didn't cry anymore. But his face was desperate and discouraged: "Useless Sanhui, I'm useless." ”

If Cheng Linghui resigned himself to his fate, it would not be Cheng Linghui. She lay on Chang Jiwen's body and looked at Chang Jiwen's eyes: "You are my man, unless I say that you are wasted, you are really wasted." Otherwise, no one will be able to do it. If you're afraid, close your eyes. ”

Chang Jiwen obediently closed his eyes, but in a moment, his whole body tensed. Both hands clenched Cheng Linghui's arms tightly, and her nails dug into her flesh.

Cheng Linghui frowned slightly, trying to make her voice more gentle: "I called your name." ”

Chang Jiwen Junxiu's eyebrows tightened, and he nodded slightly.

Cheng Linghui whispered his name while kissing his cheek and neck......

Feeling his body gradually relaxing, Cheng Linghui secretly rejoiced in his heart, and worked harder and harder. At this time, she didn't care about shame at all. As long as Chang Jiwen can be good, even if it is to chop her meat.

"Uh......" When the water and milk blended, Chang Jiwen's whole person tensed up again. The upper body is arched, the slender neck is tilted back, and the eyebrows are tighter, like a dying swan. The Adam's apple between the neck was abruptly exposed in front of Cheng Linghui.

At this time, Cheng Linghui was not in the slightest mood except for joy and emotion. At a glance, he saw the bulge between the jade-white neck like mutton fat condensation, and the ghost made the god lean over and take it in his mouth.

Chang Jiwen was shocked, and his body was full of thousands of miles.

Cheng Linghui didn't give him the slightest chance to be frustrated, and launched a new round of offensive......

The two don't know how long they have been pestering. Later, Chang Jiwen cried and laughed, and he stopped as if he was crazy. It doesn't matter if it's night or day outside, two people, you hold me, I hold you, and sleep with your neck crossed. I slept until three o'clock the next day.