Lan looked at Lan Zixin, who looked aggrieved, and his heart was a little sour.

Her son Xin was born unable to have her own mother, and she has lived like an orphan for so many years, and her food and clothing are not as good as the conditions of the Song family.

Compared with Song Zhao, who is surrounded by beautiful clothes and food, her son Xin is really pitiful.

Obviously, Zixin was also born from her belly, and she is Song Shenwei's own sister, so she should be treated the same as Song Zhao.

Lan wiped his eyes and comforted gently, "Zixin, you don't need to please Song Zhao, you are no worse than her." Now this family is in charge of my aunt. As long as your aunt is here, you will be a member of the Song family. ”

Lan Zixin heard this, and happily threw himself into Lan's arms.

She tilted her head and said innocently, "My aunt can call the shots about my marriage, but what should I do about my brother marrying Song Zhao?" ”

Lan snorted coldly, "It's just a high-haired girl who puts up a shelf, and if she wants her to marry Zijie obediently, the only way is to let Zijie take advantage of the dark night and high wind to get into her house."

When the time comes, lonely men and widows, melons and plums. She doesn't have to grit her teeth and beg you to marry her for the sake of fame! ”

Lan Zijie's eyes were blazing, and he discussed seriously with Lan.

*

It's night.

On the pretext of taking care of the backyard, the Lan family transferred the maids inside and outside Song Zhao's yard in advance.

Lan Zijie was dressed like a person, and he came to Zhaoyang Courtyard in a well-dressed manner.

Lan Zixin stood at the gate of the courtyard, and the dog looked out for him.

If she succeeds, she can take the opportunity to make things bigger.

There was no moon or stars tonight, and the sky was as dark as if ink had been splashed.

There was silence.

Lan Zijie took advantage of the faint light emitted by the lamp under the porch and went straight to the main house.

The main house is large with a wide cloister outside.

A figure in a crescent white robe stood there straight.

Lan Zijie's eyes lit up.

Song Zhao is easy to do when he is awake, he prefers Song Zhao to voluntarily get along with him than to climb the bed obscenely.

After all, he is a first-class student of Qianshan Academy, with both talents and appearances, and he has a great future.

He believed that Song Zhao would definitely bow down under his robe.

Clearing his throat, he began to recite the poem, "It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is showing the middle of the night." ”

Lan Zijie walked calmly, the distance was closer, he saw the back clearly, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

It's really strange, how can the second girl of the Song family feel bigger and rounder than ordinary women, and the waist of a tiger is bearish.

I didn't expect that when I saw her during the day, she still looked weak.

The body under the cloak is so burly and mighty.

Lan Zijie secretly complained, thinking that he couldn't look down on this Song girl's figure.

However, for the sake of the Song family, he is willing to endure humiliation.

"Cousin Zhaozhao, in the dead of night, how lonely you are, it's better to let your cousin accompany you."

When Lan Zijie said this, he was already one step away from "Song Zhao".

He felt "Song Zhao" because of his words, and his body trembled slightly.

This made Lan Zijie proud.

The girl of the Song family was born with such an unsightly figure, it must be the first blessing in her life to be able to be with him.

In that case, let's just be straightforward.

"Cousin Zhaozhao, can I hug you?" Lan Zijie's hand slowly climbed onto the shoulder of "Song Zhao".

Immediately, he felt his hand being held by "Song Zhao".

When Lan Zijie was stunned at how the delicate female hands of the Song family were so rough-

The next second.

"Card Eraser"

His hand was tugged by the other and he was given an over-the-shoulder throw.