The red thread on the top of this silver bracelet is slightly darker, and it looks like it is some years old.

The maid who took care of Brother Ting'er's daily life on the side saw it and explained: "When Sister Greensleeve opened the cabinet containing Grandpa Guo's old things before, Xiao Shizi went in to play, and I don't know where I found it, and the slave saw that he liked it, so she didn't take it off. “

Coexisting? Could it be that he wore it when he was a child?

But this bracelet is carved with complicated patterns, and it doesn't look cheap, and the Wang family couldn't afford such a bracelet at that time.

Qiao Yuan subconsciously wanted to ask Qi Cun, but when he saw him making tea in the outer room, he didn't seem to hear the words here, remembering that he was now amnesiac and couldn't ask anything, so he had to give up and let people put it up first.

The maid came in with dinner.

Qiao Yuan sat at the table and looked at the man who was busy serving water, "You can also sit down and eat together." “

In the past, Qi Cun took care of her like this when he was eating with her, but now Da Zhuang's enthusiasm is even greater, standing beside her and only caring about serving her, Qiao Yuan is embarrassed.

Da Zhuang lowered his head: "Madam, this is unreasonable. “

The tall man lowered his eyes, restrained a little ferocity, and inexplicably looked a little pitiful.

How can you not be pitied, such a proud, invincible man, now he has become an ordinary guard, and he has lost his memory, he doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know where he is going to settle down.

Outside the mansion, various forces are still eyeing the Hou Mansion and the dead Zhenbei Hou, for fear that the Zhenbei Hou, who should have died, will stand in Shangjing again.

Although he is as calm as ever on the surface, there must be some hesitation in his heart.

Qiao Yuan's heart softened, and he couldn't help but pull his sleeve: "There are no outsiders, and they won't say anything when they see it." “

The maids in the house were all trained by the housekeeper, and they were told that now the situation is special, and the news of his resurrection is not allowed to be spread until Grandpa Guo recovers his memory.

Da Zhuang's gaze moved up a little from the slender white jade fingers on his arm, to meet her bright eyes.

Like smoke and mist, beautiful and childish.

Qiao Yuan was used to relaxing in front of Qi Cun, and at this moment he didn't realize that eating at the same table was obviously beyond the relationship between the lady and the guard.

The indulgence of beauties fuels the delusions in men's hearts.

When the weeds receive a drop of rain and dew, they grow wildly upwards as if bathed in holy light.

Now that Qiao Yuan has been fed day after day by Qi Cun before, the amount of food is finally not as small as before, but he can't eat too much.

She put down her chopsticks, and Da Zhuang consciously turned the leftovers upside down and ate them all.

The two cooperate tacitly, and they know at a glance that they are used to doing such things.

At night, it is still a vigil.

Qiao Yuan was trapped in the soft quilt, and before going to sleep, he heard the sound of rain suddenly sounding outside.

At the table sat a solid figure.

Originally, there was a special cubicle next to it for the maid to live in the vigil, but now the man has taken the place of the maid, but he has never slept there, and every time he lies on the table and deals with it casually for a night.

Of course, this is what Qiao Yuan saw.

Rainy nights would be cooler than usual, and Qiao Yuan couldn't help but look at Da Zhuang.

After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but stand up: "You...... You go sleep next door. “

In the darkness, the man's body turned to this side, and after a while, a deep voice sounded: "Madam, the people of the countryside don't pay attention to these things, and I can sleep standing up." “

This is a matter of sleeping while sitting and standing, so you will catch a cold.

Qiao Yuan glared at him angrily, for a long time, seeing that he was still not moving, as if he was going to sit on the ground, he still let go.

"You...... Forget it, do you want to come and sleep? “

There are two quilts on the couch, and it is okay for each of them to cover their own.

In the silence and darkness, the delicate voice is like an innocent and innocent little elf in the forest.

Obviously just sitting on the top of the tree, in the eyes of men, they are all full of incomparable temptation.

The man walked slowly, breathing unhurriedly, but his heavy steps inexplicably gave people a sense of oppression.

Brother Ting was carried by the maid to sleep in the wing, and Qiao Yuan moved to the couch to make room for him.

With a sinking beside him, a familiar aura hit, Qiao Yuan yawned and soon fell asleep.

Da Zhuang stiffened.

Although he had sneaked up on his wife while she was asleep, this was the first time he had shared a bed while her wife was awake.

Darkness infinitely magnifies the human senses.

Da Zhuang heard the sound of soft breathing, and the tip of his nose sniffed the unique fragrance of his wife, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up this rare dream.

The raindrops fell on the window, and there was a kind of melodious melody.

In a moment, there was a movement of turning over beside him.

Da Zhuang held his breath, opened his hand, and sure enough, he hugged a rolling fragrant soft body.

He skillfully took his wife into his arms, and the man's chest was hot enough that only one of the two quilts was needed after all.

Da Zhuang is both sweet and guilty, and Madame must be very relieved of him if he is so defenseless.

He rubbed the hair of the beautiful woman in his arms, and his warm breath sprayed on the delicate neck.

It's a pity that he is destined to live up to this trust.

Zhulan is made of jade, and everything is shrouded in rain and fog.

Qiao Yuan was awakened by a strong sense of peeping.

She opened her eyes in a daze, only to find that she had fallen asleep on the dressing table at some point.

The dimly lit and compelling presence signaled that there was another person in the room.

The man looked through the mirror in front of her and carefully examined the beauty reflected in the mirror.

This gaze was like substance, scraping through her eyebrows, lingering on her full red lips for a second, and then continuing down, with a thin neck, fragrant shoulders, and thin green silk hanging down from her chest.

It's so detailed and deep that it's as if you can't get enough of every place.

After a while, he suddenly spoke: "Listen to the maid, you only used a few bites for dinner today." “

No wonder she was now weak, her head was dizzy, and she didn't have the energy to scold this offensive gaze.

The man, who seemed accustomed to her silence, stood by the door for a moment, and slowly stepped forward.

Qiao Yuan struggled to prop up his head, lifted his eyelids and glanced at the man through the mirror, and then felt his body hang in the air, and was picked up by him horizontally and walked to the bed.

The body fell into the soft brocade quilt, and Qiao Yuanhuan's hand on the back of his neck had not yet been released, and then he was startled by Qi Cun's movements.

He was undressing her.

Qiao Yuan's fingertips trembled slightly, and they pressed against Qi Cun's shoulder, but he was immediately grabbed by another big hand full of possessiveness, and his ten fingers were intertwined, inseparable.

(End of chapter)