It was like a stack of soft pillows on his chest.

Even though he has never been so close to a woman, Yan Shuheng understands why he feels this way.

He quickly hid the stiffness of the moment.

Auntie also quickly realized that she didn't mean to be so close, but she couldn't see clearly, and when she took a step forward, he happened to take a step towards her.

The two of them just slammed into each other.

This collision is really embarrassing.

Auntie didn't care about her sore heart, she stepped back a little, and groaned aggrievedly: "Why are you like this again, last time you hit my waist was sore, this time I am almost flattened......"

She didn't realize how beautiful it was.

The young man smiled slightly.

"Madame's mind is full of these things?"

Auntie didn't reply, she took the opportunity to reach out and gesture above his head to compare the difference between the two figures.

Her hand happened to be stuck in his jaw.

Yan Shuheng's throat moved, and she was about to retreat, but she held her arms: "Don't move, I haven't finished the test." ”

Yan Shuheng's body relaxed.

Auntie tried her best to recall the difference between her and Jiang Hui's figures, but she hadn't paid much attention to it before, and only remembered that she was probably around his jaw.

And now it is not far from ten.

She pinched his shoulder and arm again.

Lean, but strong, it should be about the same as the last time she had seen it when he had changed.

She still remembered that Jiang Hui had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, as strong as a young cheetah, so she endured the shame and circled his hands behind him to measure it.

It's thinner than before, but it's almost the same.

While thinking about it, the young man said with a light sorrow: "I was injured before, and my vitality has not been relieved yet, and my wife will not dislike me for being weak." ”

"I feel sorry for you before it's too late, how can you dislike it." Auntie suddenly relaxed, how can there be two people in the world with similar voices and similar bodies? As for whether he had a mole on his chest, there is no need to verify.

He was about to withdraw his hand, but he gently held it.

Auntie wanted to withdraw her hand: "Why are you ......?"

"If you want to measure, you have to measure it well, inch by inch, so that your wife will not suspect the regeneration of sinus one day, which will damage your affection for you and me." Yan Shuheng walked back her forearms with her hands unhurriedly and held her hands.

He took her and measured it with his knuckles, to the last inch, and Auntie was forced to wrap around his waist and hug him without leaving any gaps.

The ground behind her ears was hot, and the heat burned from her ears to her cheeks like a prairie fire.

Her figure didn't move.

I don't know if he was intentional or unintentional, the two hugged each other like that, in the posture of a lover, but each had their own thoughts.

In the past, a husband could make his ears red, but now the feng shui takes turns.

Auntie was unwilling to be suppressed by him.

She deliberately pressed on the hollow behind his waist.

The big hands that were gripping her hands suddenly tightened with force, and the owner of the hands was breathing tightly.

Auntie quickly let go of her hand and took two steps back.

She looked up timidly like a child who had done something wrong: "I'm just now, did it make you unhappy?" Or hit your wound again, because I ...... I hear you gasp. ”

Yan Shuheng was speechless, smiling and admiring the fox in rabbit skin in front of him.

He nodded, remembering that she couldn't see it, and said again: "It's okay, it's just that I have to travel tomorrow, some things still need to be arranged, Madame is resting, I will come back to pick you up early tomorrow morning." ”

Auntie nodded: "I'll wait for you." ”

"Okay." Yan Shuheng touched her head.

After going out, he stopped in the courtyard and turned to look into the house, where Auntie was still standing in the distance and listening carefully, making sure that the others were gone, she exhaled a big breath, and reached out to rub her red cheeks.

Yes, she also knows how to be shy.

Yan Shuheng was about to turn back, but saw Ah Ji pursing her lips and chuckling slyly, looking like a villain.

He had no choice but to turn and leave.

When I returned to Qingzhu Garden, the lights were bright.

Breaking the fog informed Li Niangzi of what he said, and asked: "Eldest son, we also sent people to Zhushan before, but we didn't find any clues, that assassin acted so secretly, but was seen by an acquaintance, was it deliberate?" Is there a need to increase the number of people now? ”

Yan Shuheng pondered: "From the villa here, dozens of men were randomly sent to Zhushan pretending to be elites, and the rest were hidden in the carriage carrying sundries in the rear, in case they attacked the west. ”

This night, Qingzhu Garden has not turned off the lights for a long time.

Yan Shuheng was busy until late before resting, the moonlit night scene, in the dim room, the young man lay on the bamboo couch and pretended to sleep, and suddenly raised his hand and gently put it on his chest.

The thin bedgown transmits the warmth of the chest to the fingertips, and the scars under the bedgown are clearly touched.

Suddenly, the dull pain of the sharp sword piercing was extremely real.

Yan Shuheng's long eyelashes suddenly lifted, like a soft sword unsheathed under the moon, flashing a ray of cold light, but after a breeze, his eyes were warm and quiet.

He smiled.

He should be thankful for his voice.

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The next morning, Auntie woke up early.

Last night, she tossed and turned, not because she was about to leave, but because of the daytime embrace.

It's not as close as it was the first time.

But today, she just hugged her through a few layers of clothes, but it was a little strange, so strange that she couldn't sleep.

After using the morning food, Yan Shuheng came as promised. He brought her a slender bamboo pole, which was extremely smooth, and it was very handy.

Auntie explored the way with a bamboo pole: "It's very easy to use, but I always feel a little weird." ”

Yan Shuheng smiled and asked, "How is it strange?" ”

Auntie sat down in the recliner, her hands propped up on the bamboo poles, her chin rested on her hands, and sighed lightly: "I always feel that I am suddenly dozens of years old." ”

Yan Shuheng was amused by her.

Hearing him laugh, Auntie's eyes fluttered, and she said, "But I have come up with a way to make a living, and I can try it when I am desperate in the future." ”

Yan Shuheng was interested: "What method?" I'll listen to it too, you and I will work together. ”

The corners of Auntie's mouth hooked slightly, and the smile tone became obviously bright: "If you are with your husband, it will be better, you have a good voice, be a storyteller, and I, blind and weak, really can't do anything, so I put a bowl at my foot and be responsible for collecting money." ”

Yan Shuheng tapped the tip of his finger on her forehead: "I will help you collect money, and the abacus is playing well." ”

Auntie rubbed the corners of her forehead and hid her cunning: "If you get the money, it's not all ours, why do you have to divide it so clearly?" It was divided by nothing. ”

Yan Shuheng raised his hand and tapped it on Auntie's forehead again, just touched the corner of her forehead, and lowered his eyes to meet her clear and gentle eyes under the untied ribbon.

He connived and withdrew.

"Okay, you'll get what you earn."

After a brief tidying up, the two of them took a carriage to the pier together with the bamboo kite.

There is only one wharf between the two cities of Zhuxi and Zhushan, which is nearly 20 miles away from Zhuxi City.

The road is narrow and not suitable for traveling, the carriage is slow and bumpy, just passing by a tea shed, Yan Shuheng pulled over Aji: "There is a shed selling tea here, do you want to come down to breathe." ”

Auntie was so uncomfortable that she got out of the car with him.

They sat down at the humble wooden table, several guards silently guarded the left and right, and the tea seller was a lame man, who wanted to pour tea in a flattering manner, but was silently stopped by the guards who followed silently at a distance of Yan Shuheng and the others.

The man was stunned and asked, "What are you doing, what are you doing?" ”

Breaking the fog was inconvenient to make a sound, stuffed him with a tael of silver, and waved his hand so that he didn't have to send tea.

The man stepped aside, the guards put their own tea sets on the table, and Yan Shuheng poured a cup for Auntie: "You haven't been in the water all the way, moisten your throat." ”

Auntie took the teacup, but she didn't know that this was Yan Shuheng's usual tea set, because she felt that the man who sold tea was very strange. Out of vigilance, as soon as the teacup reached her mouth, she put it down again: "I'm not thirsty, Jiang Hui, it's a little cold outside today, let's go back." ”

The sudden change of title made Yan Shuheng's eyebrows frown slightly, but he still said gently: "Okay." ”

The two walked out of the tea shed together, but did not get into the carriage, Yan Shuheng asked her: "Why didn't Auntie drink tea, and suddenly called me by my name, you used to call your husband." ”

Auntie pulled him back to the carriage and whispered, "Husband, this tea seller is very strange. ”

Yan Shuheng asked slowly: "How strange?" ”

She said eloquently: "That person speaks in a rambling manner, and he doesn't look very frank, you said before that there are many black shops on the road, and I'm worried that it's a bad person, so I'm more cautious." ”

Yan Shuheng smiled: "I see. But don't worry, the man just stammered. ”

Or maybe they were frightened by his many guards.

Auntie was relieved at this time.

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The carriage disappeared into the winding road, and the lame man limped into the forest behind as he watched the ruts winding away.

In the depths of the jungle, a man in ink stood tall, his sword glowing coldly in the sunlight.

Hearing the sound of limping footsteps, the young man turned around, revealing a handsome but indifferent face.

"How's it going?"

The clearer his voice, the better it sounds.

But most of the time he was indifferent, and his words were as alienated as the cold sword in his hand.

The man was stunned.

He said in a deep voice: "Although there are few people, they are all elites, and they can't get close at all." ”

Moyi Langjun nodded lightly.

There was some uncertainty in Orr's voice, and there was a subtle warmth that was undetectable for no reason.

"What about her."

The man knew who he was asking, he heard the sentence "Jiang Hui" clearly, and at this moment he heard the voice of the little master, and he already understood what was going on.

But after thinking about it, he said: "That girl seems to be very favored by Yan Shuheng, and has changed her name to her husband." ”

Young Lang Jun slowly raised his eyes.

He didn't say a word, just looked at the man quietly, his sword eyebrows were like blades, and his starry eyes were cold.

The man was furious by him.

It was when I was nervous that a cold light flashed in front of me.

He looked at the cold sword in front of him in amazement, and said in disbelief: "Little master, why is this?!" ”

Mo Yilang's voice did not fluctuate.

"You know it yourself."

The man simply had a showdown: "The subordinate did lie, the girl thought that the person around her was the little master, but did you forget the master's instructions?" How can a big husband have no wife, only a heart of stone can make things happen!

"You've already failed once, and if you're really ruthless, you should have used that girl as bait in the first place, but you have to choose between being a big husband and a husband—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a tingling pain in his neck.