Jin Jiaojiao has always been resolute in her work, and on the same day, she wrote a letter and sent it to the old houses in Bianjing and Yangzhou, informing Jin Wen and her maternal grandfather's family that she and Zhao Bingyu adopted Kong Qier as an adopted son, which shows the importance attached to this matter. The people soon accepted Kong Qier as the young master of the Jin family, and they did their best in the arrangement of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Kong Qier didn't recognize his life at all, and realized that Chisong didn't cry or make trouble after leaving, and it didn't take long for him to mingle with everyone and become a treasure held in the palm of everyone's palm.

After the red-faced incident of "Spring Palace Hunting", although Jin Jiaojiao suffered the loss of being molested by Zhao Bingyu, she really remembered the second and third parts of Zhao Bingyu's collection.

This book just became popular a while ago, how popular is it? The richest man, Miss Jin, is just a little slower, and the remaining second and third parts have been sold out. Xie Wen, the author of "Hunting for Beauty in the Spring Palace", is the owner of an antique shop, and his temper is quite eccentric, and his books are all restricted, and they are not sold up when they are sold out, and they cannot be sold at a high price.

There are a lot of rubbings and pirated copies among the people, most of them lack chapters and pages, and the illustrations in them are naturally not as good as the genuine version, Jin Jiaojiao disdains to look at this kind of flawed pirated version, but she is still itchy about the plot development behind her, and went to Zhao Bingyu's room after dinner.

knocked on the door and no one answered, Jin Jiaojiao thought that there was no one in the house, so she pushed the door directly and went in, planning to wait for him to come back and ask him to borrow books.

As a result, as soon as she stepped into the door, she heard two low gasps from the inner room accompanied by the sound of splashing, behind the curtain was a broad-shouldered back, strong muscle lines looming, Zhao Bingyu was not only in the room but also taking a bath.

Jin Jiaojiao paused, neither in nor out.

And she called him outside just now, did he not hear it or pretended not to hear it, Jin Jiaojiao was not sure, and the two low gasps that came into her ears just now, she seemed to understand and didn't seem to understand.

Just as she was about to sneak away, the man inside spoke.

"It's all here, please help me rub my back and then go."

There seemed to be an irritability in his voice that had disturbed his interest, and it seemed to be pleasing pleasure, ruffian and lazy and sticky, like a marshmallow that could not be dissolved in spring.

Jin Jiaojiao frowned, and was a little angry for a moment, guessing that he recognized himself as An An, but after thinking about it, it was not right, An An was obviously sent by him to accompany Liu Xuanhe to fish at night, how could he forget it so quickly, and the tone was not like it, this is to make it clear that he treats her as a little girl.

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Zhao Bingyu screamed again.

"Wife, help."

Sure enough, Jin Jiaojiao stomped in anger and said inside: "Don't you have long hands yourself?" ”

Deliberately bluffing.

Zhao Bingyu was unhurried, laughed softly, and didn't seem to be afraid that Jin Jiaojiao would leave in anger.

"It's not like you're asking for something." Joke tone.

Jin Jiaojiao thought of the remaining second and third "Spring Palace Hunting" and endured it.

"I'll help you get An An back."

"Hey, forget it." Zhao Bingyu stopped: "Don't bother, can you ask my wife to help me hand over the bath towel, it's inconvenient for me to take a bath, the bath towel is on the chair." ”

The cunning fox finally waited for the little white rabbit to let her go easily, not to mention that he was now full of anger in his lower abdomen, only the kick that came to the door was interrupted by Jin Jiaojiao who entered the door, and now only the little rabbit can relieve his anger.

Jin Jiaojiao glanced at the white bath towel on the chair next to the table, and only felt that Zhao Bingyu's voice was strange, indescribably low and tempting.

"Trouble." She grumbled impatiently, walked over to the curtain, stood sideways and handed out the bath towel, "Here you go." ”

"Thank you, wife, my wife is so nice." Zhao Bingyu stretched out his hand at her but didn't take the bath towel directly, and his hot fingers inadvertently swept over the slender jade hand holding the bath towel, which made Jin Jiaojiao's heart tremble, and she almost didn't stand firm on her legs.

After Zhao Bingyu slowly took away the bath towel, Jin Jiaojiao quickly withdrew her hand and walked to the side of the bed and paced, her brain and heart were like they were on fire, hot and irritable.

As everyone knows, she is like an ant on a hot pan.

"Where's the book?"

"What book?" Zhao Bingyu moved quietly.

Jin Jiaojiao asked rhetorically: "What book did you say?" ”

"I have a lot of books here, and my wife doesn't talk about it, how can my husband know." deliberately

Hanging Jin Jiaojiao's appetite.

Jin Jiaojiao couldn't rush in to find him to theorize, "That's what you said that morning, send me the book!" ”

"Oh......" Zhao Bingyu let out a long soothing breath, like a gasp of breath, "I remember." ”

Jin Jiaojiao waited for his next.

“？”

Zhao Bingyu stopped talking and didn't follow.

So she had to patiently ask again, "So what?" Where is it? You tell me, I'll take it myself. ”

Thinking about how difficult this book is, he loved to read these picture books that describe magical and rare things when he was a child, and he must have gotten the second and third parts with great difficulty, so he won't win people's love.

She changed her words and said, "I'll take it myself and take it back to my room to see, and I'll give it back to you after reading it." ”

"Mine is my wife's, how can there be a loan and a return. It's just that I suddenly forgot where to put it, can I wait until I finish the shower and find it out and give it to my wife? ”

Jin Jiaojiao felt that he did it on purpose, and there was something in his words.

"How will I be willed, tell me straight."

"You open the conditions."

"My wife misunderstood, I really can't remember it for a while, the things in the house are messy, and they are not arranged in an irregular manner, maybe when I finish taking a bath, I will remember."

Jin Jiaojiao glanced at the clean and tidy room, and said to herself, what nonsense are you talking about?

"Oh. Okay, then you hurry. ”

Zhao Bingyu sat in the wooden barrel with his legs bent, the warm water just overflowed to his toned chest, he hung one hand in the depths of the bath bucket, and the other hand lazily leaned against the edge of the bath bucket, his head half up, and the drops of water on his hair flowed down his raised Adam's apple. The fox's eyes are misty and the tails of his eyes are red, like a believer in a sea of desire. The water in the tub collided back and forth, like an entangled fish, but his expression was restrained, trying to endure something.

Through the curtains, Zhao Bingyu could vaguely see Jin Jiaojiao, who was gossiping aimlessly with her.

"Is my wife ready for dinner?"

"Hmm."

"Where are we going to play?"

"About Xi'er and Ah Xing."

“…… Wife ......"

“…… Well? ”

“……”

Zhao Bingyu's breathing became more and more rapid, and the more Jin Jiaojiao listened, the more strange she became, and her heart felt like there were 10,000 ants scratching.

"Can my wife read a poem to me?"

The ghost made a difference, Jin Jiaojiao replied, and nodded by the way.

"I want to listen to "Long Dry Travel", is it okay?"

"Hmm."

"The concubine is the first to cover her forehead, and she folds the drama in front of the door."

"Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums."

"Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion."

“……”

Jin Jiaojiao's voice is crisp and refreshing, especially when she recites poems with affection like this, Zhao Bingyu was relieved in her undulating recitation, squinting her eyes and leaning on the bathtub, very satisfied.

Chapter Eighty-Three: Hunting for Beauty in the Spring Palace