Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2110 Willingly (16)

Seeing that she was about to leave, Xia Lin suddenly thought of something and pulled her back.

Hesitating.

"That... nanny..."

"how?"

Xia Lin hesitated to speak: "We forced the young master to marry like this... and put some medicine in the wine..."

"What if the young master wakes up and gets angry again and makes a fuss?"

After all, before he...

Hate this marriage so much.

The housekeeper did not speak immediately, but glanced at the closed room.

Then, she smiled, quite meaningfully.

"Young master, he is arrogant and arrogant. If he looks down on him, he will naturally refuse."

"But think about it, would he really refuse?"

Xia Lin hesitated, "I don't know either, Mammy."

"But..." He thought about his words for a while, "Young Master seems to treat the general a little differently, as if... he still cares about the general."

The housekeeper nodded in satisfaction, "Now that you know it, you should know what to do, right?"

"……"All right.

Xia Lin understood what she meant.

In short, it is never wrong to let the young master and the general cultivate their relationship more.

He figured it out, and withdrew his hand.

"Thank you ma'am, I know what to do."

The butler patted him on the shoulder, "Not bad."

The servants who can come out of the prime minister's house are all first-class.

Xia Lin is no exception.

After the housekeeper left, Xia Lin quietly watched outside the house.

Wait for the people inside to summon.

……

……

……

It was three poles high in the sun, and when the sun came out, the weather outside was much warmer.

The warm sunlight shone on the ground, and a layer of frost condensed on it, which gradually began to melt, turning into water, and becoming wet.

At the door of the room, the brand new red lantern was shaking slightly with the wind.

In the house, the incense in the incense burner has been burned out, and it is quiet, only the lingering smoke remains.

The light fragrance calms the mind, and the posthumous posthumous title is elegant.

The red curtains and the Chinese characters "囍" are posted everywhere.

The tributes on the candlesticks were still neatly arranged, without any sign of being tampered with.

On the ground beside the bed, messy clothes were thrown all over the floor, and shoes and socks were also randomly discarded in the corner.

The incense in the air is light, and more mixed with other flavors.

Blissful, rich and intense.

It makes people blush, but it's hard to ignore.

The hazy and smoky bed gauze hangs down, blocking the scene inside.

Inside the bed tent, the young couple who have been intimate all night are still asleep at this moment.

They shared the same bed, and were covered with the same quilt.

The little son who usually looks fierce and likes to show his teeth and claws is now buried in his wife's arms, using all four limbs.

Like an octopus, it clings to her, eyes closed, and sleeps soundly.

No matter how you pull it, you can't pull it apart.

When Yun Si woke up, he was still sleeping, sleeping peacefully.

The soft eyelashes are long and dense, the beautiful white eyebrows are stretched, and the bright red and delicate lips are slightly parted.

All the hot air she breathed was sprayed on her heart.

It was as if he was scratching her heart with a small feather.

Watching it makes people's hearts itch, and they always want to take the opportunity to do something.

As soon as Yun Si woke up, she saw his docile and well-behaved appearance.

Like a sweet and soft little milk cat, her face is soft and reveals an extremely beautiful peach pink.

He was thin and on the small frame.

But it was soft to the touch, like a piece of soft tofu just out of the oven.

Feels great.

She lowered her eyes and stared at him lazily.

(End of this chapter)