An Bingrong stood there with a smile and turned his mind, and the subordinate next to him stepped forward and said, "Young master, it's not too early, let's hurry back to the house." ”

He nodded, and reached out to put his hand on Jiang Yirou's wrist: "Is it okay for a beauty to ride in a sedan chair with me?" ”

Xiaomei subconsciously looked at Ji Liansong and sweated in her heart. Ji Gongzi is really not an ordinary person, seeing his wife being so light by other men, he can still be so calm......

Jiang Yirou held back the urge to remove An Bingrong's arm, and lowered her head with a shy smile. Since Ji Lian Song glanced at her earlier and signaled her not to act rashly, I think he had other considerations, and she had to endure it in front of An Bingrong at this time.

When it comes to strategy and scheming, Jiang Yirou knows that it is difficult to get the surname Ji, Shui Sheng is still in prison, and now he has to act according to Ji Liansong's eyes first.

When An Bingrong saw her like this, his heart fluttered, and the corners of his mouth grinned to the root of his ears. Jiang Yirou was pulled into the sedan chair by An Bingrong half-supported and half-hugged, and glanced at Ji Liansong's direction before entering the sedan chair, but saw that Ji Liansong was also looking at her. But what kind of face is he? The corners of his mouth bent as if he was smiling, with a look of "I have confidence in you......

Jiang Yirou was smiling, and secretly almost crushed her teeth.

This guy doesn't treat her as a woman anymore!

When Jiang Yirou and An Bingrong got into the sedan chair, Ji Lian Song and Xiaomei were also pushed and sat in the carriage.

An Bingrong put one hand on Jiang Yirou's waist, only to feel that the touch under his hand was soft and warm like freshly rolled cotton, and he couldn't wait to crush it with one palm. If it is a beauty, he has seen a lot, among which there are many nobles in Beijing and famous people in Hualou, but there is no one who has such a delicate and fragrant figure as the one next to him, it is really soft and boneless.

Originally, he wanted to tie up a beautiful woman, but he didn't expect God to give him such a big surprise and send a stunner!

Jiang Yirou caught a glimpse of An Bingrong's expression on the side, lowered her head and looked at the hand on her waist, and took a deep breath. How to scrap? Pick off the tendons or peel the skin? Or, a ten-finger heart, finger stitch?

Tsk, just thinking about that blurred picture of flesh and blood, this heart is refreshing.

"Beauty, that man, is it really your brother?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Yirou's drooping eyes, and she said in a calm voice: "Yes, why does Childe ask like this?" ”

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that it's a little strange to see that your brother and sister's eyebrows don't look very similar," An Bingrong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly reached out to hook her chin, "Beauty, how old are you this year?" Why have I never seen you in this town? ”

Jiang Yirou's face parted, broke free of his hand, and pretended to be shy: "Sixteen." ”

An Bingrong touched it, only to feel that the skin in his hand was like tofu and water milk, very slippery, and his heart was immediately hot, and his body leaned towards Jiang Yirou.

But when she saw that the beauty raised her eyes, her eyes were full of water, and she couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Yirou pinched her throat and was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit: "People's hands are tied so painfully, is it okay for the son to untie them?" ”

An Bingrong looked at the little red mark on her wrist, and was so angry that she raised her fan and scolded: "A group of things that don't know the weight of things, dare to put such a heavy hand on your delicate skin and tender body, the next time I see them, I have to clean them up!" "It's just a delicate beauty, how can I get him? An Bingrong immediately divided the rope on Jiang Yirou's body with three strikes and five divisions.

In the carriage behind, Xiaomei heard An Bingrong's scolding, although she couldn't hear what she was scolding, she felt extremely fierce, and couldn't help but look at Ji Liansong who was sitting opposite her worriedly: "Ji Gongzi, Miss Jiang, doesn't it matter to her?" ”

Xiaomei didn't listen carefully, but Ji Liansong heard it clearly. He glanced at the goosebumps on the back of his hand faintly, and smiled gently, "Don't worry. ”

Jiang Yirou raised her hand against An Bingrong's chest and drew a circle: "Childe, can you let go of Brother Shuisheng?" ”

An Bingrong hugged her waist, fascinated for a moment, but still shook his head: "No." ”

"Why not?"

An Bingrong naturally didn't want to say that it was because Shui Sheng punched him in the face, he pulled the corners of his mouth: "He violated the law and deserves to be punished." ”

Put your big bullshit!

Jiang Yirou pretended to cry: "Shui Sheng is my brother, I really can't bear to see him suffer in prison......"

An Bingrong touched her back and gave her a smooth breath: "It doesn't matter, I won't let you see it, he suffers from him, you can enjoy happiness in my house with peace of mind." ”

Jiang Yirou's hands covering her face trembled, this person ...... It's really shameless!

She lowered her hand and was silent, the surname An seemed to be obsessed, but the dedication at the bottom of her heart was tight, and she didn't mean to let go of people.

At this time, the sedan chair swung and stopped.

"Young master, I've arrived at the house."

When An Bingrong heard this, he was overjoyed, took Jiang Yirou and walked out, and instructed as he walked: "The remaining two will be taken to the firewood room and locked up waiting for the master to fall, at this time, the master will go to the house with the beauty to talk for a while." ”

The meaning of "talking for a while" in these words could not be more obvious, and the people understood it, so they obediently led the other two people in through the side door.

Jiang Yirou subconsciously looked at Ji Liansong, only to see his back, gritted his teeth at the moment, and walked in with An Bingrong.

Does this guy really want her to sacrifice her hue to curry favor with An Bingrong? She regretted it so much that her intestines were green at this time, she knew that this was the case, and she was not so kind to the ghost story surnamed Ji last night, and he slept to death!

An Bingrong walked faster and faster under his legs, and he didn't notice that Jiang Yirou beside him had a gloomy face.

When he entered the house, he pushed Jiang Yirou onto the bed, threw the fan and began to untie his clothes. Jiang Yirou saw his anxious appearance, sneered, couldn't hold back any longer, jumped up from the bed with a bang, raised his hand quickly, and slammed the back of his neck with lightning speed

An Bingrong's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he fell straight down before he could make a sound.

Jiang Yirou stepped on his chest, and a black footprint appeared on the brocade robe in an instant. She stopped and looked at it for a long time, then raised her foot and stepped on An Bingrong's right hand that had frequently touched her, and then exhaled to each other, revealing a satisfied smile.

She stepped out of the door and went out to find the firewood room in Anfu. Along the way, pondering Ji Lian Song's intention to come to Anfu, he didn't know that he didn't take a few steps, but he bumped into a person head-on at the corner of the corridor, and immediately jumped back with a spirit.