Kuai Chuan: What to do if you madly criticize beauties who refuse to be cannon fodder

Jiang Ling looked at Jiang Lai, who was drunk, and frowned, thinking that what she did just now was indeed something a drunkard could do, but why did everything she did seem to be done on purpose?
Why did she come to the study to look for Jiang Xiong after she was drunk?
Or did she already know that someone would visit the study tonight, pretending to be drunk to find out?
Jiang Ling couldn't make up his mind, he was always good at reading people's hearts, he couldn't tell whether Jiang Lai was really drunk or fake drunk now.

Whether true or not, just try it out.

As he spoke, Jiang Ling hugged Jiang Laiheng.

"I will send her back to rest, and you will continue to guard her strictly."

"Yes, Major General."

Jiang Ling's figure is very tall and his strength is astonishing. On the battlefield, he used a halberd that weighed less than a hundred catties, so it was a breeze to hold Jiang Lai, who was less than a hundred catties. Jiang Ling even thought that what he was holding was A ball of cotton.

The whole body is soft, especially the touch of the hand, which is extraordinarily soft, as if there is no bone, which can be touched at will.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling couldn't help but think of the scene last night when Murong Dun couldn't wait to go back to his room.

What will happen to Jiang Lai when the two are on the bed?

Also as soft as now, let Murong Dun play with it?

Jiang Lai seemed to be sleeping and waking up, still muttering something in her mouth, when another gust of cold wind blew, she suddenly struggled, chrysalis in Jiang Ling's arms, and kept mumbling.

"Father...fly a kite...I want a kite..."

In order to prevent her from falling, Jiang Ling hugged her with one hand, pinched Jiang Lai's restless legs with the other hand, and quickened her pace.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lai looked thin, but the touch on his legs was indeed elastic and plump, like a ball of dough. Jiang Ling's palms were hot. Looking at Jiang Lai's drunken state, a nasty smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Jiang Lai?"

"Um……"

"Look at me, can you still recognize who I am?"

Jiang Lai looked up at him obediently. From this angle, she should only be able to see his chin, but she couldn't see his face clearly.

"You...you are..."

With that said, Jiang Lai stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Ling's chin, it was smooth and delicate without any stubble, and then touched his face, it felt even better.

"You look so good-looking..."

"Don't recognize me?"

Jiang Ling couldn't move his hand to control Jiang Lai's restless claws, so he could only raise his head as much as possible so that she couldn't reach it.

"You look so good-looking, you, you are my husband!"

As he spoke, Jiang Lai hugged his neck, rubbed his face against Jiang Ling's chin affectionately and enthusiastically, and shouted indiscriminately.

"Husband, husband, I feel so uncomfortable, I feel so dizzy...I want to fly a kite..."

Jiang Ling is now [-]% convinced that she is indeed drunk, even her favorite husband can admit his mistake, and she doesn't know what expression she will have when she wakes up and thinks about it.

Forget it, it's not worth believing what this kind of drunk asks, so let's send her back as soon as possible.

Jiang Lai was still rubbing against each other, and in the middle of the night, Jiang Ling was furious. The two were not related by blood, and Jiang Ling had never seen her as an older sister. Together, drunken women are indeed pretty. The most terrible thing is that Jiang Ling, who has never been close to women for so many years and has no interest in women from the Central Plains, actually finds Jiang Lai in front of him extremely charming.

This kind of thought, lying in her arms after that serious injury, has been there.

Moreover, every time I see it, this feeling becomes stronger every time.

Until now, it has even turned into that he feels upset when he sees Murong Dun, especially last night, he was sleepless all night.

Jiang Ling frowned and scolded in a low voice.

"Jiang Lai! Be honest! See who I am!"

Jiang Lai stood up in his arms, Jiang Ling had no choice but to hold her legs so that they could face each other.

"See clearly? Your husband looks better than me?"

Jiang Lai's eyes are misty, as if covered with a layer of fog, her face is also very soft tonight when the moonlight is bright, her eyes are staring at you carefully, as if she can speak.

"You look good, you are my husband."

"..."

Now Jiang Ling really wanted to bring her to Murong Dun and let him listen to what Jiang had to say.

Could it be that this woman likes Murong Dun so much, because she just covets his gentle and handsome face?
Then he doesn't look bad, why...

No, Jiang Ling frowned and shook off the thoughts in his heart.

Feeling more and more that the person in his arms was a trouble, Jiang Ling quickened his pace, walked around the lake and came to the outside of Jiang Lai's courtyard, and then used lightness kung fu to fly over the courtyard wall to the outside of the house.

The lights in the house were being lit, and there was still the sound of someone talking inside.

Jiang Ling subconsciously hid under the window, listening to the conversation of the people inside.

"Not this time, and next time, don't blame yourself for being so lost."

Murong Dun's tone was full of distress, Jiang Ling subconsciously looked at Jiang Lai in his arms, and when he lowered his head, he met a pair of bright and beautiful eyes, staring at him seriously.

Jiang Ling frowned, not wanting to look into her eyes, so he simply covered her face with his sleeve.

"Sanlang, the sea of ​​blood and deep hatred tortures me day and night, as long as I think that Jiang Xiong can live another day in this world, my heart feels as if it is fried."

"I understand. I'm useless. I can't help you."

"Don't say that. You've helped me too much. How could I have gotten in without the iron wall of your general's mansion? This time, I missed it all because of Jiang Lai. I suspect...she has already sensed something."

Murong Dun immediately denied it.

"No, Jiang Lai is simple-minded, and he trusts me very much, so he won't doubt me. You don't have to worry about that."

simple?

Jiang Ling lifted her sleeves and looked down at the woman in her arms. She was probably about to fall asleep, her eyes were half-opened and her long eyelashes were thick and curled up.

It looks a little more stupid now.

The person next to her pillow only wanted to use herself, and was ignorant and fearless all day long, laughing at everyone, how could she be Jiang Xiong's daughter if she was so stupid?
"Sanlang, do you like Jiang Lai very much?"

It was quiet for a while, and it took a long time to reply.

"It's not that I like it, maybe it's because I have more guilt. After the matter is over, I will give her a letter of divorce and some money to let her leave."

"But she is the daughter of a sycophant, no matter what happens, she can't get rid of the fact that she grew up eating the fat of the people. No matter what, I can't sympathize with her. Do you think I'm too cold-blooded?"

"of course not……"

What a couple of dogs.

Jiang Ling began to feel sorry for Jiang Lai.

But it's her own fault, who made her lust for Murong Dun wholeheartedly.

Thinking of Jiang Lai in his arms, he suddenly frowned and muttered uncomfortably.

"It's so hot...I want to sleep...Xiao Lian——"

Before she could say anything, Jiang Ling quickly covered her mouth with her eyes, hugged her and turned around to cheer her up, then turned out of the backyard and walked towards her own yard.

The palm was a little hot and humid, and there was something slippery and slippery.