By the time Song Zixun came back from Fu's full of food and drink, it was already late.

Du Rongzhi had just come out of the bath and was sitting in front of the dresser. On the side, Qinghe dug up some perfume and wiped it on her face, while Mama An took a handkerchief and twisted her hair behind her.

Mama An was twisting, and her mouth was still muttering, "The young lady is too willful...... I have to wash my hair at this time, and if I don't dry it, I will go to sleep, and it will be a headache to get older in the future......"

Du Rongzhi bent the corners of her lips and said coquettishly, "Isn't it that my grandmother will help me get it, and besides, people can't sleep for a while......"

Mama An glared at her angrily, and was about to speak, when she heard a greeting from outside.

Du Rongzhi turned her head and quickly exchanged glances with Mama An.

Mama An hurriedly handed the handkerchief to Qinghe, straightened out Du Rongzhi's head full of green silk, and wrapped it with a hosta...... I saw Song Zixun open the curtain and walk in from outside.

Du Rongzhi hurriedly got up and stepped forward, and said with a smile, "Master is back?" ”

"Hmm." Song Zixun glanced at her casually, and saw that his wife was wearing a light blue embroidered plum blossom dark pattern bedclothes, and her small face was powdered, white and delicate like a shelled egg. There was a sweet smile at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, as if she was not at all dissatisfied with what had happened tonight.

Song Zixun retracted his gaze and said lightly, "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Du Rongzhi said, "I just took a shower, and I was about to fall asleep when I dried my hair." He asked him with a smile, "Sister Fu had a good dinner?" Is it still throwing up a lot? ”

Song Zixun sat down on the kang and said deliberately, "It's okay." Perhaps tonight's meal suited her appetite, but she never threw up. ”

Du Rongzhi nodded with a smile, and said while ordering people to go down to prepare hot water, "The concubine also heard that Sister Fu is full of praise for the craftsmanship of the Jinglin family......

Song Zixun bowed slightly, "It's really good." And he didn't speak again.

Du Rongzhi pursed her lips, walked to the table and poured him a cup of hot tea, brought it over and sat down beside him, "It stands to reason that Sister Fu can see the craftsmanship of the Jinglin family and is willing to lift her, which is her blessing." Du Rongzhi paused, saw Song Zixun open the lid of the bowl, ate slowly, and continued, "It's just that the Jinglin family has always followed my mother in the past, and then came to our Guogong Mansion, and has been in charge of the concubine's diet. Du Rongzhi looked at Song Zixun and said with a serious expression, "If it were normal times, these would not be nothing, but Sister Fu is now pregnant, and it is the most important time to be careful in eating and drinking...... I don't know what you think about this? ”

Song Zixun listened quietly and did not speak immediately.

Previously, it was because he was angry with Du Rongzhi that he deliberately said such things in front of Fu's family, and in retrospect, Song Zixun actually regretted it a little in his heart - he also knew a little bit about his cousin's temperament, when he was recuperating from a fracture, he had framed Du Rongzhi because the soup he rewarded had something she was not suitable for eating, and now that she is pregnant, she thinks that with his support, who knows if it will get worse in the future......

Song Zixun looked at his wife's peaceful and quiet face under the light, and the words of relief obviously came to his lips, but he turned a corner and pretended to be stupid, "Since she has been in charge of the kitchen for many years and has won the trust of her mother-in-law, I don't think she can even grasp this little thing...... You're worrying too much. After that, he looked at Du Rongzhi with a sharp gaze and a little difficulty.

Somehow, for a moment, he suddenly wanted to know - peeling off the shell of docility and generosity, Du Rongzhi hid it...... What kind of self are you?

In the past, I often heard Yu Zhanyan complain, as long as he took in a girl, the Cen family would either cry or go back to his parents' house, and he would never stop every time he didn't make the room jump-

What about her, what did she think in her heart?

He thought that after more than a year of getting along, the two should know each other very well, if not without words...... But in retrospect, except when she was a child, she showed a strong sense of helplessness and dependence on herself because of difficult childbirth, at any other time, Du Shi almost never showed any weakness in front of him—even if his daughter was seriously ill, when he arrived the next day, he never did.

She was always so gentle and calm, generous and decent. It seemed that whatever he did, or nothing at all, she felt it was reasonable and appropriate: she could handle any situation, even what she shouldn't—he didn't need to worry about it.

But this kind of virtuous and generous, submissive attitude...... But it made him so sick to the damn damn it!

Even if she had a fight with him like other women...... Aren't ordinary couples like this? For the sake of a pregnant girl, Cen even scratched Yu Zhanyan's neck!

But she prefers to take it as if she doesn't care about anything......

The attention he received from her was not even as good as that of a cook in the family!

Does she regard him as her husband, as a lover to rely on and join hands for a lifetime?

Song Zixun's heart became more and more irritable - he knew that this was unreasonable, and the person who should have been angry and wronged laughed and laughed, but he was aggrieved and depressed here...... But he just couldn't control himself.

That feeling of not being relied upon and not being cared for is terrible...... It was so bad that it scared him.

Song Zixun's eyes were still staring coldly at Du Rongzhi, as if as long as she dared to say a reason, he would be able to refute it immediately the next moment.

Du Rongzhi didn't seem to expect him to suddenly get angry, her habitual smile couldn't help but stiffen after hearing his words, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, but they drooped when she looked at him.

This man ...... Why are you so cheap?!

She was really blind in her previous life, so she would treat such a bastard as a baby......

Du Rongzhi lowered her head and was silent for a long time, and only when Song Zixun thought that this matter was going to be settled, did she ask softly, "If the concubine body said, the concubine body is unwilling to let the Jinglin family serve her......" Her voice was extremely light, so light that Song Zixun was suspecting that he had heard it wrong just now, but when he saw her raise her head, she said with red eyes, "The concubine body is unwilling to lend people to her, is it okay?" ”

Song Zixun frowned, and was about to speak, when he heard Du Rongzhi choke up, "The concubine has already given her husband, is it possible that even the cook has to share half of her now?" ”

A night of suspicion, temptation, depression, restlessness, anger...... It was as if an exit had finally been found at this moment.

Song Zixun leaned forward suddenly, wrapped her in his arms with his long arms, and said in a low voice, "Why did you give me to her?" That's not true. ”

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