Nan Huaixin gently placed Su Zhaoning on top of the bamboo collapse.

just put her down, in fact, he regretted it a little.

Although there are other things in this bamboo house, there is no bedding.

Will she be cold in a season like this?

So just before Su Zhaoning could react, he only felt that he was pulled by the force, and his vision was spinning.

Nan Huaixin put himself under Su Zhaoning's body.

Her whole body was lying on top of him.

This posture makes people blush and heartbeat.

"What are you going to do?" Su Zhaoning looked up at Nan Huaixin's peach blossom eyes. She slid her hands to the side and was about to bracing herself up, when there was a sudden pressure on her waist.

She was pressed to Nan Huaixin's chest.

The feeling of knocking and lying on the stomach is completely different.

Touching his forehead, Su Zhaoning said with some annoyance: "What do you want to do again......

Before the words were finished, they were all slandered back into the belly.

His tongue came in so fast that she felt the moist warmth before she could even figure it out.

Isn't this posture very hard?

Su Zhaoning's gaze shifted to the side and saw Nan Huaixin propping one hand on the bamboo collapse behind him.

He leaned forward with great effort.

His lips were suddenly loosened, and he was able to speak again.

Su Zhaoning wanted to ask Nan Huaixin what he was doing, but he said, "Aren't you tired like this?" ”

She really thought Fang Cai's position was so strange.

Su Zhaoning cleaned up his mood and asked again: "Are you ......?"

He got ahead of her.

Nan Huaixin lay down completely flat, and helped Su Zhaoning to sit up with both hands.

He looked at her, and she heard him say, "Zhaozhao, sit down." ”

What about Qingqing?

Su Zhaoning was about to frown and speak, but saw that Nan Huaixin's eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled.

Did she sit and hurt him?

Su Zhaoning hurriedly changed to a kneeling posture, and then prepared to get off Nan Huaixin's body.

But he suddenly sat up as well.

Those eyes full of peach-colored tenderness were like a big net, making her unable to move for an instant.

He lifted her up with both hands so that her lips were at the same height as his own.

Then, from left to right, it went straight through.

Why do you want to do this again?

Also, where he put his hands to raise himself.

Su Zhaoning's face was flushed, and her ears were burning hot. She had never felt anything like this. A heart is like being carried by a sharp arrow and flying out.

He didn't do that much that night.

What does it have to do with that night, now it's just, it's just a kiss.

Su Zhaoning raised his hand and wanted to push Nan Huaixin away, but he raised her hips higher and higher, pressing her lips tightly against his, and there was no gap between the softness of the two.

She couldn't speak, and she couldn't push him away.

She tried to talk about him, but he took the opportunity to stick his tongue in.

It is as flexible as a snake, but it has a temperature that a snake does not have. Soft and moist, chasing each other with her soft and moist, you come and go.

"Ningning." She was kissed by him so much, she didn't know why he suddenly changed his name again, and she didn't know why she was suddenly flattened on top of the bamboo collapse.

It's just that at this time, there is still a layer of clothes spread on top of the bamboo collapse.

But through the bamboo collapse, there is still an obvious coolness.

"It won't be cold anytime soon." His kiss fell softly again. This time, it was not on the lips, but on the forehead, eyebrows, corners of the eyes, and the tip of the nose, and every place was kissed and itched by him.

That kind of itch is not the itch of this place, this point, but an indescribable itch and tickling in the bottom of my heart.

It's like a feather, gently brushing over the body. The hairs of the whole person stood up.

But the next moment, it was like a soft quilt, with just the right temperature, just the right thickness, and completely wrapped itself.

A well so deep that it seems that there is no bottom in sight. There was a slight noise inside. I don't know what it is, full of curiosity, full of unknowns.

In an instant, a wave of warmth and wetness slowly surged from within. It turned out that this was not a dry well. It's a well full of water and thriving.

When he was watching the well and being a well, there was still a small insect in Su Zhaoning's ear, buzzing and calling his name.

"Susu." Nan Huaixin lowered his head and touched the small earlobe with the tip of his tongue. He felt her tremble and throb.

"Zhaozhao, we want to be together for the rest of our lives." He hugged her tightly, trying to melt her into his body like this.

"Anin. Anin. ”

The dream-like sound has made people gradually unable to distinguish the environment. Su Zhaoning could only vaguely and clearly see that those peach blossom-like tender eyes were full of himself.

In that heart, it is also itself.

She saw it too.

……

Outside the bamboo house, it was already snowing at some point. Snowflakes and plum blossoms in the wind chase each other, spinning and falling together.

The white figure blends in with the darkening sky.

Outside the door of the Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion, the subordinates finally waited for the Dingyuan Marquis and his wife who went home.

The subordinates hurriedly greeted him, wanting to report what Mrs. Wu was waiting for in the courtyard. Nan Huaixin raised his hand and made a gesture of silence.

The person he was holding in his arms was completely obscured by the cloak and could not read the face.

"Later, I'll go back to the ancestor to talk." Nan Huaixin hugged the person who had fallen asleep in his arms tightly and walked towards the main courtyard.

With such gentle movements and gentle voices, the subordinates suddenly had a guess - could it be that the lady in the arms of the Hou Ye was not the lady?

The imaginative man hurriedly looked at the carriage that had been pulled away, just waiting for another figure to come down from the carriage.

However, it is clear that this is simply not possible.

When the three dynasties return to the door, where will they bring another woman back to their homes?

But the expression and movements of the Hou Ye are clearly not like the appearance of the lady who does not like it.

In the backyard, Steward Li soon learned the news. After listening to the urgent advice of the little servants, he raised his hand and did not say anything.

After the little servants left, Steward Li slowly poured a cup of warm hot tea on the table, but there was a cold smile on his face.

"Like? Like? How long can it be? ”

In another place, in Mrs. Wu's courtyard, Mama Zhao listened to the little maid's advice, and her expression was much more nervous than that of Steward Li.

She knew what her husband had done and what she had calculated. Although the Marquis of Dingyuan is not loved by Mrs. Wu, the Hou Ye is the Hou Ye. He is the undoubted master of this Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

Mama Zhao didn't think it was a good thing for Nan Huaixin to really love his wife Su Zhaoning.

She kept her head down, her mind spinning fast. After seeing Mrs. Wu, Mama Zhao thought of how to speak: "Ancestor, I heard that Master Hou personally took his wife back to the room. ”

"Madame is sick?" Mrs. Wu asked with concern.

Mama Zhao didn't want to hear this kind of concerned tone at all. She deliberately induced: "Madame went out in the morning, but today is back again, I think there are only happy things, and there will be no trouble." ”

"It's just ......" After Mama Zhao dragged out a long note, she threw it out tentatively, "The slave maid thinks that it seems that Master Hou's mood has become a little fast?" ”

"The old ancestor was still worried about his wife. The ancestor here is only concerned about his wife, and it seems that the Hou Ye is also concerned. This became, it was like waiting for ......" Mama Zhao glanced at Old Taijun Wu and added slowly, "Waiting for the ancestor to take the first step." ”

This is full of malice.

This is completely speculating that Nan Huaixin deliberately designed Mrs. Wu.

Hearing this, Mrs. Wu, who didn't like the eldest grandson, immediately became angry, and she ordered: "Go and invite the Hou Ye over!" ”

Mama Zhao deserved it very quickly, and walked out in a hurry. As soon as she opened the door, she bumped into Mrs. Chen at the door.

"What are you doing here?" Mama Zhao was a little displeased.

Mrs. Chen was sincerely afraid: "The slave maid is here to send food to the ancestors." The old ancestor is in a good mood? ”

When Mrs. Chen said this, she stuffed something into Mama Zhao's arms.

Looking down at what Mrs. Chen stuffed, Mama Zhao threw it back in disgust: "At my age, what more fat powder box do I need." ”

"You can get in there." Mama Zhao said impatiently.

Mrs. Chen pulled her sleeve and wanted to speak, but was torn away by Mama Zhao.

Mama Zhao said: "The ancestor is in a bad mood, is it possible that you won't send food?" Hurry up and go. ”

After saying this, she stopped paying attention to Mrs. Chen and went to the main courtyard.

Before entering the door of the main courtyard, Mama Zhao heard a great news.

"Broken bamboo is dead, you know?"

The maids were chattering together. Because this newly obtained news was so shocking, they didn't find Mama Zhao standing near them.

A maid said in disbelief: "Pozhu, is it the first-class maid Pozhu next to the second young master?" The one who looks really good all day? ”

"It's impossible, Pozhu showed off some time ago, she was taken in by the second young master. She's a maid in the room, isn't she? We people can't compare. "These chatting maids are generally third-class and fourth-class, so first-class maids are quite powerful characters in their hearts.

Such a powerful person, saying that if it is gone, it will be gone, everyone is a little hard to believe.

It's just that there are different voices.

There was a maid who gave everyone a blank look, and replied directly: "How is it impossible, a first-class maid is not a maid?" Mo said that she is not an aunt yet, but an aunt can go past Mrs.? ”

Another maid hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, the day before yesterday, I heard with my own ears that she offended her wife and was kicked out. By the way, I still watched Steward Li bring her wife over with my own eyes. The tooth woman is dressed fancy, and she is dressed like a twenty-eight girl. ”

"That's also a seller, how can you die?" The little maidens asked with fear in their eyes.

These words obviously have the fear and unscrupulous speculation of Su Zhaoning in it.