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

Chapter 90 Return to the old dream
The red thread on this silver bracelet is slightly darker and looks old.

The maid who was taking care of brother Ting's daily life saw it and explained: "When elder sister Luxiu opened the cabinet where the old things of the Duke of the country were stored, Xiao Shizi went in to play. Didn't take it off."

All of them?Could it be that he wore it when he was a child?
However, this bracelet has complicated carvings and looks expensive. Mrs. Wang could not afford such a bracelet at that time.

Subconsciously, Qiao Yuan wanted to ask Qi Cun, but seeing him making tea in the outside room, he didn't seem to hear the words here, remembering that he has lost his memory now, he couldn't ask anything, so he had to give up and ask someone to put it up first.

The maid came in with dinner.

Qiao Yuan sat at the table and looked at the man who was busy serving dishes and water, "You should also sit down and eat together."

Qi Cun used to take care of her like this when eating with her, but now Da Zhuang is even more enthusiastic, standing beside her and only caring for her, Qiao Yuan feels embarrassed.

Da Zhuang lowered his head: "Madam, this is unreasonable."

The tall and big man lowered his eyes, restrained his fierceness a little, and looked a little pitiful for no reason.

How can you not be pitiful, such a proud and arrogant man, now he has become an ordinary bodyguard, and has lost his memory, he doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know where he is going to settle down.

Outside the mansion, various forces are still eyeing the Hou Mansion and the deceased Zhenbei Hou, fearing that the Zhenbei Hou who should have died will stand in Beijing again.

Although on the surface he was as calm as ever, there must be some uneasiness in his heart.

Qiao Yuan's heart softened and she couldn't help but tug on his sleeve: "There are no outsiders, and they won't say anything when they see it."

The maids in the room were all trained by the housekeeper, and they had been instructed. Now the situation is special, and the news of his resurrection is not allowed to spread until the Duke recovers his memory.

Da Zhuang's eyes moved up little by little from the slender jade-like fingers on his arm, and met her watery eyes.

Like smoke and mist, beautiful and childish.

Qiao Yuan was used to relaxing in front of Qi Cun, and at this moment, she didn't realize that eating at the same table obviously went beyond the relationship between the wife and the guard.

The indulgence of the beauty has encouraged the delusion in the man's heart.

When the weeds are exposed to a drop of rain and dew, they grow crazily as if bathed in holy light.

Now that Qiao Yuan has fed Qi Cun day after day before, his food intake is finally not as small as before, but he can't eat too much.

She put down the chopsticks, and Da Zhuang consciously turned all the leftovers upside down and ate them all.

The two cooperated tacitly, and it was obvious at a glance that they were used to doing such things.

In the evening, it is still a big strong vigil.

Qiao Yuan was trapped in the soft quilt, and before going to sleep, he heard the sound of rain suddenly outside.

A solid figure sat at the table.

Originally, there was a special cubicle next to it for the maid who kept watch at night. Now the man took over the maid's duties, but he never slept there. He just spent the night lying on the table.

Of course, this is what Qiao Yuan saw.

On rainy nights, it will be cooler than usual, Qiao Yuan couldn't help but look at Da Zhuang.

After hesitating for a while, I still couldn't help but stand up and said, "You...you go to sleep next door."

In the darkness, the man's body turned to this side. After a while, a deep voice sounded: "Ma'am, people in the countryside don't pay much attention to these things. I can sleep standing up."

This is not a matter of sitting and standing to sleep, it will catch a cold.

Qiao Yuan stared at him angrily, for a long time, seeing that he was still not moving, as if he was going to sit for eternity, finally he let go.

"You... Forget it, do you want to come and sleep?"

There are two quilts on the couch, and it's okay for the two to cover each other.

In the silence and darkness, the soft voice is like an innocent little spirit in the forest.

Obviously just sitting on the top of a tree, in the eyes of a man, there is an unparalleled temptation.

The man walked over slowly, his breathing was neither urgent nor slow, but his heavy steps gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Brother Ting was carried by the maid to sleep in the wing room, Qiao Yuan moved into the couch to make room for him.

The side sank, and the familiar breath came over, Qiao Yuan yawned, and soon fell asleep.

Da Zhuang stiffened his body.

Although he had sneaked up while his wife was asleep before, this was the first time he shared the same bed when his wife was awake.

Darkness magnifies human senses infinitely.

Da Zhuang heard the soft breathing and smelled the unique fragrance of his wife. He didn't dare to move for fear of waking up this rare dream.

The raindrops fell on the window, and there was a kind of round and round melody.

A moment later, there was the sound of turning over from beside him.

Da Zhuang held his breath, opened his hands, and indeed hugged a soft and fragrant body rolling towards him.

He skillfully took his wife into his arms, the man's chest was hot enough, and after all, only one of the two quilts was used.

Da Zhuang is sweet and guilty at the same time. His wife must be very relieved of him if she is so unguarded.

He rubbed the hair of the beauty in his arms, and sprayed his warm breath on that delicate neck.

Unfortunately, he was destined to betray this trust.

Zhu Lanyu is built of jade, and everything is covered in rain and fog.

Qiao Yuan was awakened by a strong sense of peeping.

She opened her eyes in a daze, only to realize that she had fallen asleep on the dressing table at some point.

The light was dim, but the compelling presence indicated that there was another person in the room.

The man looked carefully at the beauty reflected in the mirror through the mirror in front of her.

This gaze seemed to be real, passing through her brows and eyes, lingering on her plump red lips for a second, and then continued down to her thin neck, fragrant shoulders, and the thin green hair hanging on her chest.

Meticulous and profound, as if every place is not enough to see.

After a while, he suddenly said, "I heard from the servant girl that you only took a few mouthfuls for dinner today."

No wonder she was so weak now, her head was dizzy, and she didn't have the energy to scold this offensive sight.

The man seemed accustomed to her silence, stood by the door for a while, and then walked forward slowly.

Qiao Yuan supported his head with difficulty, raised his eyelids and looked at the man through the mirror, then felt his body suspended in the air, and was picked up by him and walked towards the bed.

His body fell into the soft brocade quilt, Qiao Yuan's hand around his neck hadn't been released yet, and then she was startled by Qi Cun's movements.

He is undressing her.

Qiao Yuan's fingertips trembled slightly and touched Qi Cun's shoulder, but was immediately grabbed by another big hand full of possessiveness, and his fingers were intertwined and inseparable.

(End of this chapter)