After giving way to my husband's sweetheart

Sima Zhengren was not a gentle man. In the past, Luo Shi and him were not caring. Luo Shi did not expect her husband to come here to stay overnight. It was because she slept so deeply that she didn't know when he came.

Luo Shi was in a daze on the bed, when her personal servant, Nanny Xu, came in to help her get up, Luo Shi asked, "When did the general come over last night?"

While making the bed, Madam Xu replied, "The general came here after dark last night, did Madam not know?"

"Maybe it's because I slept too deeply." Luo Shi raised her hair and fell to the ground, and asked again: "He came over last night, did he say anything?"

Nanny Xu shook her head, and said: "The maids helped the general to wash up, and then he went into the inner room without saying anything, I thought that."

Xiao Biesheng is newly married, the husband and wife have been separated for so long, Sima Zhengren condescended to bring Luo Shi back, the servants all thought that the two of them must have had a tender relationship last night.

Nanny Xu glanced at Luo Shi's face, and didn't say any more.

Luo Shi saw what Mammy meant, so he ordered with a cold face: "From now on, when it gets dark, lock the door in the courtyard. I just came back and I'm tired, so I have to rest early every day."

She was able to return because she was persecuted by Sima Zhengren. If he hadn't cruelly used his daughter to force her, she had already decided to stay in the family temple for the rest of her life. The scar Sima Zhengren brought to Luo's heart was too deep. It is not something that can be healed easily.

Once a woman can no longer accept her husband psychologically, she will also be extremely repelled physically.

After listening to Luo Shi's order, Mother Xu agreed nonchalantly, glanced at her master's displeasure, and then picked what Luo Shi liked to hear and said: "The fourth son will come to accompany Madam for breakfast, Madam, look, old man Do you want the small kitchen to cook more food?"

Hearing the mother mention her son, Luo's complexion finally calmed down. She replied with a smile: "This child loves the shrimp dumplings and mashed taro cheese I made the most. I cook them for him myself." Saying that, Luo Shi put on her clothes by herself, and took Mammy to the small kitchen.

As a mother, love for her children is never enough. Luo Shi did it by herself, busy in the small kitchen for a long time, and made meals for her son by herself.

Sima Cheng was only seven or eight years old, and he was still a half-grown child. After packing up, he went to his mother's yard. Seeing that there was no one in the house, he ran to the small kitchen. If you're not in the house, I guess you must have come to the kitchen to cook for me."

Luo Shi looked at his son and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I tasted mother's cooking, are you hungry?"

Sima Cheng nodded, and walked towards the main room holding Luo Shi's hand, while consoling his mother, saying: "Mother just came back, it's a good thing to rest for a few days, the child is greedy, so don't be in a hurry."

The son's temperament followed her, he was very careful and gentle, Luo Shi felt comforted in his heart, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

The mother and son entered the house, and the maids brought hot breakfast food. Luo Shi personally served the son with vegetables, and persuaded: "The mother made these for my son, and the city eats more."

Just as Sima Cheng was about to pick up the chopsticks, he asked again: "Has father gone to practice martial arts? Let's wait for him to come back and use them together."

Luo Shi said: "Your father won't come over for dinner, let's eat ours."

As soon as Luo's words were finished, Sima Zhengren strode into the room. He was tall and tall, dressed in dark black clothes, and his bronzed face was still oozing hot sweat from just practicing martial arts.

When Luo Shi saw him, he frowned, Sima Cheng got up to meet his father, happily took the long sword from his hand: "Father, go wash it up, mother and I are waiting for you to have breakfast together. "

The Sima family started with force, so they paid more attention to male children. Don't look at Sima Zhengren's indifference to his daughter, but he is extremely caring about the eldest son of the Luo family.

When he saw his son, there was a smile on his tense face, he raised his hand and stroked his son's head and said, "Your mother has just come back these few days, so you can stay with her for a few more days. After two days, you have to get up early to talk to her son." Let's practice martial arts together for my father."

Sima Cheng is more like his mother's family. He is smart, eager to learn, and has a great talent for reading, but as the son of the Sima family, he has to take the road of martial arts.

Thinking of this, Luo Shi felt even more panicked.

After hearing his father's words, Sima Cheng still had an innocent smile on his face, and said: "My son understands, from now on, my son should practice martial arts early in the morning and study in the second half of the day."

Sima Zhengren smiled and patted his son's head, then strode into the bathroom, only to hear the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, he came out in his jacket, and went straight to the dining table.

"Father has worked hard in martial arts, let's sit down and eat." Sima Cheng sincerely admired his mighty father, and it was not just perfunctory flattery. The rift between his parents did not affect his character.

Luo Shi didn't even look at her husband, she just put vegetables on her son's plate: "This shrimp dumpling is your favorite, eat it while it's hot, and this mashed taro cheese, you are growing up, eat more Some dairy products are good."

Sima Cheng thanked his mother politely, and then he started eating with chopsticks.

Sima Zhengren could only see his wife being courteous to his son, but he didn't see his wife's displeasure towards him. After sitting down, he started eating big pieces.

"This shrimp dumpling is really good. It still tastes the same as before. I like it." Sima Zhengren took a bite of a shrimp dumpling, and dropped it down with chopsticks two or three times. More than half of the shrimp dumpling Luo's made for his son went down.

Luo Shi's face couldn't help but gradually darkened.

Sima Zhengren only cared about eating, and he really didn't see what his wife was thinking. After he finished eating the shrimp dumplings, he picked up the cheese again, smashed his mouth and said, "This cheese is too sweet, let's put less honey in the future. Don't you know, I don't like sweets."

Luo Shi couldn't bear it anymore, she raised her eyes and rolled her eyes at her husband, and said lightly: "I made this for my son."

Most of the women from a scholarly family are self-cultivated. Luo Shi thought that what he said was very straightforward, but Sima Zhengren still didn't understand. You can put more honey in my share, and less in mine.”

Luo Shi put down the jade chopsticks in his hand with no seriousness, and with a wooden face, he looked at Sima Zhengren who was buried in eating.

Sima Cheng saw his mother's displeasure, and he raised his hand to take the few shrimp dumplings left on the plate to his father: "If father doesn't like sweets, eat more of these."

Seeing his son's filial piety, Sima Zhengren stopped his busy mouth, raised his eyes and smiled brightly at his son, and raised his hand to hold a piece of cheese for his son: "Your mother worked so hard to make it, my son wants to eat more."

Sima Cheng glanced at his unaware father, then at his sullen mother, he shook his head helplessly.

This breakfast, only the ignorant Sima Zhengren ate to his heart's content, while Luo Shi and Sima Cheng didn't eat well.

After dinner, Sima Cheng followed his father out of the courtyard, and when he went outside, Sima Cheng asked his father, "Did Father see that Mother is not happy this morning?"

Sima Zhengren was taken aback when he heard the words, and asked back, "Why is your mother unhappy?"

Sima Cheng said helplessly: "Mother has not been very happy, could it be that Father can't see it?"

"Children, don't talk nonsense." Sima Zhengren patted his son's head, and said indifferently: "I took your mother back for my father, and now she is still the head wife, and she is an important official for my father. Wife Rong, you are smart and sensible, how can your mother be unhappy? You are thinking too much."

Sima Cheng looked at his father, shook his head helplessly, and murmured: "Mother has a delicate heart, but father has a rough heart. How to repair the relationship with mother, father should think about it himself."