After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 89 Silver Bracelet

Although Da Zhuang didn't let Sun Yue's treacherous plan come true, he just changed his candidate and replaced Sun Yue with himself.

But Madam didn't seem to blame him, didn't hold him accountable for committing crimes, and made him a bodyguard.

His chest was hot, and Da Zhuang unknowingly got closer and closer, so close that he could feel each other's breath.

Qiao Yuan came back to his senses, his cheeks were dyed red by the breath he exhaled, as beautiful as Hatsumomo on the branch of March.

Seeing that Da Zhuang seemed determined to get an answer, the little beauty had no choice but to coax her husband, who had some mental problems, and hesitated: "You... you are prettier than Sun."

If outsiders listen to it, they will be surprised.

Shangjing's aesthetics tend to be elegant. If it were chosen by someone else, it would be easier to accept the gentle Sun Yue instead of the fierce-looking Da Zhuang.

But the one standing here is the man's youngest daughter-in-law, so of course the balance has tilted, and I think he looks better from the bottom of my heart.

My heart felt as if a feather had lightly touched it.

Da Zhuang lowered his eyes and thought shyly that his wife is the prettiest, no one else can compare.

Now that Xiao Shizi has also come, the servant girl will naturally bring all of Xiao Shizi's necessities, plus the clothes that were supposed to be brought to Da Zhuang, and they pile up a box full of miscellaneous things.

Qiao Yuan went to Qiao's mansion in the morning, and she was a little tired, so she asked someone to put the cage in her room first, and after lunch, she took the cubs to take a nap.

The maids also went to rest, and the whole Zhuangzi became quiet.

The afternoon is leisurely, the windows in the house are open, and the breeze comes in from the outside, dispelling a trace of heat.

Da Zhuang sat on the ground, tidying up the things in the cage.

Inside were mostly children's clothes, toys, and powder.

In the corner of the cage, there were some men's clothes that Qiao Yuan had ordered to bring to Da Zhuang.

Da Zhuang unfolded a brocade robe, and something fell from the mezzanine.

It is a red lacquered wooden box, and inside is a magnolia bud.

The water color is clear, the workmanship is fine, and the blooming magnolia petals are slightly curled up, lifelike. It was originally a gift to please the beauty, but I didn't have time to give it away.

Da Zhuang looked back at the mother and son on the bed.

The beauty was sleeping on her side, her head covered with black hair spread out on the pillow, her lips were pink and tender, and beside her was a chubby little cub, who was still clutching his mother's clothes with her hands.

The two faces with similar eyebrows and eyes were close to each other, and their cheeks were flushed, and they were obviously sleeping soundly.

The sun is shining brightly outside the house, and it's just right inside the house.

Da Zhuang expressionlessly closed the wooden box and hid it in his sleeve, preparing to throw it away when he could.

Everyone is dead, so don't disturb the peaceful life of the mother and son.

Now the weather is getting hotter and hotter, Madam is weak, but she is very delicate, she just wants to cool off for a while, Da Zhuang has to check if Madam has kicked the quilt after a while.

The door was pushed open, Da Zhuang came to the bed lightly, and sure enough, seeing that the soft quilt was almost pushed to the end of the bed, he gently pulled it over to cover his wife.

The beauty slept peacefully, her thick eyelashes drooping obediently, trembling slightly with her breathing.

The trembling eyelashes seemed to fan into the man's heart, causing ripples.

If someone passes by the window, they will definitely see the scene of coarse linen clothes intertwined with delicate silk skirts.

The texture of the linen is rough, and it can be washed to the point of fraying, but the lake blue satin skirt is delicate and precious, not stained with a trace of dust.

The two different kinds of clothes are entangled together, the roughness protects the delicate inside, the picture is weird, but it is strangely harmonious.

The man stood silently in front of the couch, and his back was silent, as if it had not changed since ancient times. It made people think of the distant forest, with the fireflies flying and the stream gurgling.

Next to the beautiful and delicate flower, there is a ferocious beast. The flower is weak and not as big as one of the beast's paws, but it gets all its attention. Even the occasional licking that cannot be resisted must be carefully restrained by the sharp thorns on the tongue. .

Perhaps it was because the wind passing through the window lattice was too soft, or perhaps because the breath by his side was too solid, Qiao Yuan slept for a long time this time.

The sky is full of pink clouds outside the house.

The Shu silk brocade quilt under her body was soft and comfortable, and the beauty's whole body was soft and soft. She stared at the flowered gauze curtain above her head in fascination.

The curtain was lifted, and Qiao Yuan felt himself being lifted up and pillowed on a firm chest, and a glass of warm water was brought to his lips.

The dry throat was moistened by clear water, and the whole body was wrapped in a familiar breath, as if soaked in clouds.

Qiao Yuan unconsciously shrank into the man's arms, rubbed his chin, and moaned and put his big hands on his sleepy waist: "Knead."

The hot temperature in the palm of his hand spread to his slim waist through a thin layer of clothing, and his waist trembled, as if urging him silently.

The slender waist under the palm grasped tightly, the big hand paused for a while, and began to massage slowly.

His strength was moderate, but her delicate waist was still too sensitive. The little beauty couldn't help but burrow deeper and deeper into his arms, trying to escape.

As everyone knows, in this way, he sends himself to people's lips.

The itching on the waist became more and more obvious, and Qiao Yuan's consciousness finally became clearer. When he opened his eyes, the sharp chin came into view.

The clothes on the man's chest were messed up, and the front of the clothes was slightly opened, revealing the firm and hard chest muscles.

Qiao Yuan raised his head to meet Da Zhuang's deep gaze, and was momentarily stunned.

During these days, the relationship between the two was barely innocent, except for that accident, there was no more intimate behavior after that.

But when she was half asleep and half awake just now, she completely forgot about Qi Cun's amnesia, and subconsciously threw herself into his arms and acted coquettishly.

From the perspective of the amnesiac Da Zhuang, they are now in the relationship between the wife and the guards, so they must feel very awkward.

Qiao Yuan backed out of his arms nonchalantly, seeing the creases on his neckline, her face turned even redder.

The hem of the lake blue skirt slowly slid from the hand, the soft touch gradually separated, and the body seemed to be empty for a while.

Da Zhuang lowered his black eyes to cover the disappointment in his eyes, and knelt down to put on his wife's shoes.

The jade muscles are twisted and greasy, and there is still a delicate pink, which is set in the dark wooden clogs, making the toes more and more lustrous like pearls.

Da Zhuang took a breath and put on another wooden clog for his wife.

Qiao Yuan couldn't help curling his toes in the clogs.

In all honesty, his behavior is very restrained, and his hands are well-behaved. If he hadn't lost his memory, Qi Cun might pounce on him and gnaw and bite him.

But this kind of forbearance but unable to suppress the fiery gaze is more embarrassing than actually doing something.

The strange and sticky atmosphere in the room was maintained until Luxiu walked in holding the little prince in his arms.

Cub Zai Zai didn't understand the strange atmosphere between his mother and father, and when he was placed on the soft couch, he couldn't wait to climb onto his mother.

He is obviously teased by the beautiful mother the most, but every time he is bullied until his face turns red, and he sticks to him the next moment.

Qiao Yuan scratched Chubby Zaizai's double chin, and was about to put him down when he was caught by the silver bracelet on his hand.

The silver bracelet looks like a child at first glance, with the words "Peace and Ruyi" engraved in the middle, a red thread wrapped around the end, and three small bells as decorations.

However, this bracelet was obviously worn by an older child. Brother Ting's arms were white and fat, and he could barely hang on to it.

(End of this chapter)