Chen Jinghao sat in front of the water pavilion, holding fish food in her hand, and threw some of them in.

There is a pond of green lake under the pavilion, the green lake is crystal clear, and several fish in the lake compete for food.

She held her head after throwing it, last night her husband said that he would take time to accompany her in the next few days, whether it was true or not.

Talking about last night, my husband was really sweet.

He said, it's not sweet enough to call Mrs., think of a good one for your husband, do you want to know, Madame?

Then he smiled evilly, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "My husband wants to call you baby."

Baby, he called me baby, he said he wanted me to be her petite, always held in the palm of his hand.

The husband who talks about love is really charming.

Chen Jinghao couldn't help but have such a scene in his mind.

"Baby, come here." Jinchen leaned on the head of the bed, the clothes on his chest were half open, and he smiled extremely charmingly.

The corners of Chen Jinghao's mouth drooled, and he walked over to hook his chin, "This time it's me, as long as the husband serves me well." ”

"I hate it, people don't do it." Jinchen nudged her, with tears in her eyes, and bit her lip aggrievedly.

"Haha, husband, I'm here." Chen Jing opened her hand wickedly and threw herself at him...

"Madame, ma'am." Yanyu watched Chen Jinghao change from a daze at the beginning to a giggle, why did he sit for a while and then smirk like that.

After hearing the voice, Chen Jing came back to her senses, no, no, no, she patted her face, thinking about something.

When she returned to the house, Chen Jing was bored, so she wanted to find a few books to read, "I'll go to the study, don't follow the rain, I'll go by myself." ”

She hadn't been to the study in her previous life, and this was the first time she wanted to see it.

She pushed open the door, the faint fragrance of books and ink wafted in the room, and looked up, the layers of bookshelves were full of books, and in front of the bookshelf was a large ink-colored marble case, on which a set of four treasures of the study room was neatly placed, and there were a few pieces of rice paper on the desk, which were firmly suppressed with paperweights carved with Furui Kirin.

Walking inside, a carved openwork screen separates the inside.

The room is clean and tidy, but dignified and serious, just like others.

She remembered that after marriage in the previous life, Jinchen mostly slept in the study, and stayed for a few days without going out.

What is this, Chen Jinghao saw the corner exposed under the pillow.

She walked over curiously, it was a booklet, and read the two lines of poetry on it softly, "Exquisite dice An red bean, I don't know if I know it." ”

The slender fingertips touched these two lines of words, and when I opened the first side, it turned out to be her portrait.

In the painting, she combed her double bun and stood beside the peach tree with a cute smile.

The memory in her mind came to mind, when she was fourteen years old, it was the time when she was in love, in order to please Ji Tianhan, she specially learned a dance to show him...

Chen Jinghao felt a trace of sourness in her heart, it turned out that he had known her four years ago.

Turning back, she was shy, cute, and angry, but she knew that these expressions were not directed at him.

It was hard for her to imagine what kind of mood Jinchen was in to draw her at that time.

……

In the evening, Jinchen didn't see Chen Jinghao after coming back, so he asked Yanyu, "What about Madame?" ”

Yanyu shook her head, "Madame didn't see her when she came out of the study at noon. ”

Did you see those paintings? Jinchen lowered her head and smiled bitterly, did she suspect that I was uneasy and kind from the beginning.

Under the peach tree in the back mountain, Jinchen saw Chen Jinghao curled up and buried in her knees, her body twitching slightly.

Gently walked over and sat down next to her, "Why are you crying?" ”

Chen Jinghao looked up at him with red circles in her eyes, and scolded excitedly, "You big fool, why didn't you tell me that you liked me for so long in the first place." ”

She understands the pain of lovesickness, the kind of love that can't be loved, and how many people know the pain of unrequited love.

Jinchen wrapped her into his arms and reached out to caress her cheek, a teardrop the size of a bean slipped from her eye socket and dripped on his hand.

Also dripping in his heart.

"As long as I can get you, I'm willing to be stupid for the rest of my life, this bit of lovesickness is worth it."

Where is it worth it, this stupid man, Chen Jing wrapped his arms around his waist, "Husband, I'm sorry." ”

I'm sorry for hurting you like that in my previous life, making you disappointed in me again and again, and making you become more and more withdrawn and indifferent later.

"How are you going to make up for the baby?"

Chen Jinghao didn't answer, lowered his head and kissed his cold lips, as light as a butterfly.

Jinchen was stunned, and then regained the initiative domineeringly, lingering and grinding, picking up the intoxicating sweetness.

The breeze blew, and several peach blossoms fell, falling on both of him.

Yanyu, who secretly followed over there, covered her eyes with a smile, Madame is really powerful, she captured Master Hou in one fell swoop, it seems that it won't be long before Madam will have a little monkey.

And the secretly twelve looked at the smoke and rain, and with a thought, he quietly flew behind her, pecked her on the face while she was not paying attention, and quickly disappeared.

Leave Yanyu alone there.

Now it's Eleven's turn to look at it, one by one, bullying my single dog, it's really intolerable!!

After coming back that time, I couldn't sleep for more than twelve days and nights, and all I thought about was Yanyu, no, Yanyu over there also thought about Twelve, so the two were together smoothly.

And he is eleven, he can only eat dog food all day long, forget it, as a secret guard, he has to get used to loneliness.