After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 249
Song Yao's mood was as Jun Changge guessed, and it was not very good.

This marriage, at best, calls Lang Youqing and his concubine interested, and establishes a friendship between the two surnames, but at worst, it's like Song Yanzhi, picking up Song Yao from the garbage dump, two maids and one husband, marrying , top marriage.

All in all, all in all, the old lady and others were not the only ones who were angry.

Song Yao was also depressed and didn't go out all day.

She was lying on her side on the couch, her eyes were redder with anger.

I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Song Linyuan came to see her, but she nestled on the couch and didn't speak.

Occasionally, he raised his eyes and looked at him with wet eyes, like an abandoned puppy, which was so obediently lying on the side of the street and barking softly in the heavy rain.

"Song Yao, you're like this," Song Linyuan poked her face, "You're so good, I feel sorry for you."

Song Yao suddenly reached out and hugged him.

This was the first time she took the initiative to hug him.

Before putting it aside, Song Linyuan must have been very happy, maybe he had to hug her waist and rub her against her, but now, he felt that she was not happy, so he paused, and then slowly hugged her.

At first, he hugged her very lightly, like treating a fragile object. After a while, he tentatively put his hand on her neck, pressed it, drooped his head, and pulled her into his arms.

Song Yao didn't speak.

He rested her chin on his neck, "Do you want to cry?"

He felt her neck getting wet. A proud little swan like Song Yao has always been unhappy these days. She cried well, without even choking, like a fluffy cub with her head drooping.

"Or," Song Linyuan was a little at a loss, he felt a pain in his heart, as if he didn't expect that he could love Song Yao so much, "Don't cry, why don't I take you out of the house to watch the fireworks? Come to Chang'an City today I went to a juggling troupe in the Western Regions, saying that there were fireworks.”

The moistness in the neck fossa seemed to have stopped.

Song Linyuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "Then you go and change your dress, I'll wait for you outside the door?"

The little girl in his arms didn't speak.

Song Linyuan felt that something was wrong, pinched Song Yao's neck falsely, looked down, his face darkened.

He thought that Song Yao, who was crying obediently, had a bit of sparkle around his mouth, which stained his robe, and blushed from sleeping.

Song Linyuan: "..."

Tell a joke, I'm like a joke.

"Sleeping like a fool." Song Linyuan despised her very much.

He carefully threw her on the bed, pulled out the quilt to cover her, bent down and took a closer look at her.

His position is very close to Song Yao.

Ban Xia, who just entered the door and thought the two would kiss each other, "Ahhh!" Baojuan, her eyes!

"Seventh Young Master, what are you doing!" Banxia closed the door, and said angrily, "They are all our own people, there is nothing that slaves can't see! You don't call slaves for doing this!"

"Don't think about anything else," Song Linyuan glanced at her, "Be quiet, go and warm up the meals in the small kitchen for her to wake up and eat."

"……Oh."

Pinellia turned to heat the meal.

Song Yao slept until the sunset, the sky was a bit dark, and she didn't sleep well. For a while, she dreamed that Song Jinse and Jun Yan were getting married, for a while, she dreamed that Jun Yan asked her to marry her, and for a while she saw Song Jinse vomits blood, and Jun Yan asks her to bleed to save Song Jinse.

It's probably because she has read too many picture books and written too much recently. In her dream, she just merged all the old-fashioned plots together, and turned it into a double love triangle literature.

The more Song Yao slept, the more angry she was. In her dream, she kicked Song Jinse off the cliff and pointed her sword at Jun Yan, "My heart has been dug out, you still don't love me, if you don't love me, you will die! Don't want to be a prince again , Reborn, go to the Immortal Cultivation World to fix the tires for me!"

What a terrible line!

Song Yao woke up from the couch, sweating all over, with back pain.

The room in the wing room was a bit dark, she called Ban Xia hoarsely, "Light the candles."

The shadow standing beside her couch paused, then lit the candle with a torch.

The room brightened a little, Song Yao lay on the couch, and continued to call Banxia, ​​"Help me squeeze my shoulders." Her little coat was loosened, and she nestled on the couch, pointing to her shoulder with her little hand on her knee, "Just It's so sour here."

It must be that in the dream, I only stabbed Jun Yan with a sword nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

The black shadow stopped again.

"Hurry up."

It wasn't until the little girl was swinging her calves, and the loose trouser legs slid down, revealing a small section of whiteness, that the man closed his eyes, stepped forward, and put his hands on Song Yao's shoulders.

A little force will leave a red mark.

"ah--!"

Song Yao yelled, avoiding 'her', "You are so cold."

She was still a little sleepy, 'Ban Xia''s hand made her feel so cold that she almost woke up, "Go and warm your hands, fetch some water and wipe my body."

The black figure went to the bathroom, and came out with a basin and a handkerchief.

The delicate white body with only two red strings on it was lying on the couch with its back facing him, pinching the handkerchief's phalanges slightly.

"Gulu—" With a sound, Jun Yan heard his rapid breathing and swallowing.

He never questioned the coolness in his bones, but at the very least, he could still pretend to be gentle and elegant as others said.

But at this moment, he felt that he was a little perverted.

He still has the bad roots of a man in his bones.

He looked at the girl lying on the couch, and there was a voice in his heart that kept urging him, touch her, you want to touch her so much, just stand over, she will lie defenselessly within your reach, With a little force you can break her and make her cry.

Dye her with your breath from the inside out.

She is pregnant with your blood, she gave birth to your child, and she can no longer escape from you.

You can love her wantonly and dirty her.

"Song Yao." Suddenly, a hoarse male voice came from behind Song Yao.

Song Yao and Xiaojin Peckmi nodded, feeling drowsy, she subconsciously said "um" perfunctorily.

Just about to continue pecking at the rice, when he noticed something, he jumped up from the couch and pulled the quilt in a panic, "You you you——!"

She pointed at Jun Yan who was standing in her wing, blushing from the saliva she produced when she was nervous.

"Ahem, cough, you, you are shameless!" The final ending was broken because of anger.

In the wing room of the girl's house, a man was wearing a black black robe, standing under the shining light, his glazed eyes were filled with an ambiguous autumn color.The whole person is as gentle and moist as a fairy.

But Song Yao knew it was fake.

all fake.

Which fairy would break into a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night like a libertine.The fire in his eyes almost burned Song Yao.

"Get out!" Song Yao picked up the pillow and threw it at him.In her dream, Jun Yan asked her to save Song Jinse with blood.
Jun Yan hid, and the pillow stuffed with buckwheat husks and herbs hit the ground heavily.

Not only did he not listen to Song Yao's words and get out, he also hid!

He still won't let Song Yao domestically abuse him!
It's ruthless and unreasonable!
(End of this chapter)