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

Chapter 99 Excuses
Qiao Yuan stood among the flowers, and the fragrance of various flowers was mixed together. The man could still accurately smell the faint and warm fragrance.

Da Zhuang trimmed her messy hair behind her ears: "It's early today, so I have time to pick up my wife."

In fact, it was not the case. Ever since Qiao Yuan went out in the morning, Da Zhuang had been feeling restless.

That young cousin is also staying at Mother Qiao's place. Isn't it very likely that the two of them will meet?

When Da Zhuang thought of this, he felt a little restless. He fidgeted on the desk, pondered for a long time, and then turned down his official duties and came straight here.

Colleagues in the department never dared to interfere with him. Da Zhuang sat for a whole morning without dealing with a few business matters, so he just came back first.

Qiao Yuan had just been bored and flapping butterflies in the garden. She was sweating a little. Her bun was a little loose, and a few strands fell on her thin white neck.

Da Zhuang combed these strands of hair back into a bun and leaned gently on his wife's shoulder. He only felt that the warm fragrance became more fragrant.

Hot breath sprayed on the skin of the back of her neck. Qiao Yuan moved sensitively, but was firmly restrained by the big hands on her waist.

"Don't...no one will see it."

Qiao Yuan dodged his vague kiss, the back of her neck gradually turned pink, and slowly covered her cheeks.

Da Zhuang gently raised his eyes to look at her.

Behind Qiao Yuan was a large bush of roses, as bright as fire. She stood among them, with a shy and delicate look that outshone all the blooming flowers.

Maybe the sun at noon is too hot, maybe it's too quiet at this time, the breeze with the fragrance of flowers can easily arouse the laziness in the heart.

When Qiao Yuan lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled but he did not move away.

The round fan fell on the carpet, and the white jade handle collided with the ground, making a slight and crisp sound.

The pink and white fingertips hang timidly on the collarbone to cover up, and a little bit of peach color spreads from the snowy skin.

Da Zhuang took a breath, and his consciousness seemed to be separated from the outside world by a hazy veil. Some emotions were blocked in his chest, and he wanted to vent them, but he couldn't find a way.

If Qi Cun was standing here, he would probably understand his mood.

Qiao's mother always felt that her daughter was still in her boudoir, except that she was more pampered, it seemed that this daughter who had already given birth was still a girl who could throw herself into her arms and act like a spoiled child at any time.

But Qi Cun, as a husband, can keenly see some differences.

That difference was ground out bit by bit over countless greasy, hot and humid nights, and melted into the fragrant flesh and bones.

When the little beauty occasionally raises her eyes and lowers her eyes, when she bites her fingertips absentmindedly, when the ends of her red eyes are washed and polished by water stains, a hint of romance is inadvertently revealed between her eyebrows.

Only Qi Cun has witnessed this process a little bit, but he is like a stingy businessman, he is reluctant to share the slightest bit of it for others to see, he can't wait to build a gorgeous golden cage, hide the treasure inside, and never see the light of day .

At noon, most of the maids went back to the house to hide, or gossip with their close friends, but no one came out outside, and Qiao Yuan was confused, and could even hear the slightest cicadas chirping and rustling. pass in.

The wind and the moon here moisten things silently.

The free time passed little by little, and the house became lively again. The maids received their tasks and went about their own ways.

Zhou Lian walked into the garden, but did not see Mrs. Zhen Guogong, so he walked to the only wooden house and knocked on the door.

This house was originally intended for people to rest after being tired from visiting the garden. It was built in a bamboo forest, making it wild and peaceful.

Sure enough, after hearing the knock on the door, there was some movement inside.

Zhou Lian waited patiently for a while. The door was opened and he saw a familiar face.

It was the guard on that rainy night.Zhou Lian didn't expect this person to appear here, and was taken aback, but fortunately he quickly recovered, and was about to ask.

Fortunately, the next moment, Zhen Guogong's wife also came out, neatly dressed, perhaps just woke up from a nap, with a blush that had not dissipated on her snow-white face.

Zhou Lian lowered his head: "Madam is ordering people to look for you everywhere."

Qiao Yuan tugged on her skirt and said seriously: "I'll go back right now."

Zhou Lian was indeed a gentle and considerate person. Seeing that she seemed to be very hot, the light was still strong at this time, so he asked the maid behind to hold an umbrella for her.

Qiao Yuan took advantage of the moment when he turned around to quickly adjust the lining of his sleeves and glared at Da Zhuang fiercely.

"Wait for me back in the carriage."

Da Zhuang pretended to salute: "Yes."

Qiao Yuan came to Mother Qiao's place to have tea with her. Faced with Zhou's closeness, she secretly thought that she was alienated a lot, but Zhou couldn't hear the meaning behind her words, but became more affectionate.

After spending a long time at Mother Qiao's place, it was time to leave.

Qiao Yuan resigned from Qiao's mother, and before leaving, she heard Mrs. Zhou enthusiastically order Zhou Lian to see her off.

Qiao Yuan frowned, the little beauty was very high-spirited, and she was always only supported by others.

Mrs. Zhou was so incomprehensible that she was not polite.

"The big exam is coming soon. I heard about the poetry competition in the teahouse. The talented people gathered together on a whim and produced several excellent works. It seems that there are many talents coming to Beijing this year. The competition among Mr. Zhou is not small. Mrs. Zhou should give Mr. Zhou more time to review his homework."

Mrs. Zhou couldn't hear the rejection in this. She was put down by someone she thought was a junior, and her face turned pale and yellow.

Mother Qiao smoothed things over: "That's the reason. Let's forget about it today. In the future, Mrs. Zhou, don't always trouble Brother Lian. The most important thing is to be quiet when you are studying. You can't stand being disturbed all the time."

Listening to Mother Qiao's decision, Mrs. Zhou knew that her plan had failed, but she didn't dare to show her emotions at all in someone else's territory. She just laughed and said, "I didn't think well."

She was unwilling to accept the overwhelming wealth, but she didn't dare to do anything. She didn't even dare to persist anymore, for fear of angering Mother Qiao and driving them out.

Zhou Lian stood aside, looking at his nose, his nose, and his heart. He didn't show any strangeness when he heard Qiao's mother's words.

Qiao Yuan didn't stop Zhou Lian from sending her off, she could see that Zhou Lian really took care of her, but this kind of care had nothing to do with the relationship between men and women, it was just gratitude for being helped by Qiao's mother in a difficult situation.

Sure enough, Zhou Lian didn't say much on the way, and sent him to the gate.

There was already a carriage waiting there.

Standing by the door, Zhou Lian saw the guard get down from the carriage.

When Mrs. Zhenguo was carrying her skirt and getting on the carriage, she seemed to stumble and almost tripped over the steps. Fortunately, the guard caught her in time.

Zhou Lian's eyes passed over the hands of the two of them. In public, the two of them did not make any transgressive move, but the surrounding atmosphere always seemed to be filled with a hint of intimacy.

Zhou Lian looked up and noticed that the guard had put on a mask at some point.

The guard felt his gaze and looked over from a distance. He was clearly dressed in low-key clothing, but his eyes through the mask were still so sharp that people dared not look directly at him.

This is a ferocious hungry wolf.

Zhou Lian subconsciously avoided his gaze, waited for the carriage to leave, and returned to his yard to review his homework.

(End of this chapter)