Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 71

Song Wanzhi's whole body was soaked in the wooden barrel. The wooden barrel was very big. It can be inferred that it was not used by women. She suddenly felt a little hot. The heat spread from the bottom of her heart, and then spread throughout her body little by little.

Her ears are a little sensitive, so even if she is upstairs, she can hear the conversation below.

"Please ask mother-in-law to make some ginger soup and send it to the girl upstairs later."

"Okay, Mr. Meng. Do you want to add some orange peel?" the old woman asked.

"No need. Tangerine peel is sour, with astringent taste, the girls probably don't like it."

Song Wanzhi couldn't help burying herself in the water for a while, as if she really didn't like the sour taste, really, she was a bit like a child.

At this time, Su Mengchen's voice seemed to be heard again, but this time, the man's voice seemed to be a little hesitant, and it was the first time for Song Wanzhi to hear a little hesitation in his voice. Yes, a little embarrassment.

"I have to trouble my mother-in-law to find out if there are any women's underwear, just clean it."

Song Wanzhi really couldn't imagine the expression on his face when he said this, but following these words, she felt her body was hot. She raised her hand and poured water on her face, then raised her head and sucked it lightly. in one breath.

It's been a really, really weird day.

After a while, the old lady brought over her underwear and put them on the screen for Song Wanzhi.

Song Wanzhi finished washing, put on her clothes, wrung out some of her hair, then turned around and walked out. When she arrived at the cubicle, there was no one there, but a pot of fire was burning on it. Song Wanzhi walked over and half-kneeled in the Spread out your hair to dry on the nearby futon.

When Su Mengchen came up with ginger soup, he saw this scene.

The slightly damp hair was brushed aside by her slender hands, revealing the slender jade neck, and the plain clothes, on the contrary, showed the beauty of the girl's natural beauty without carving out of the hibiscus.

She was half kneeling there, with a slender waist and a slender waist, unbearably curled up, as if she could melt away when she held it in her hand.

The wet hair penetrated, the drops of water dripped down from her side face, the corner of the plain clothes around her neck was wet, and then it was tightly attached to her jade-white skin, making people seem to want to The corners of the clothes that were pressed against her skin were torn apart, how could the rough skirts match such muscles and bones?

Su Mengchen's hand holding the bowl tightened slightly, then she lowered her eyes silently, hiding the dim light in her eyes for a moment.

After that, he raised his eyes again, and walked forward without any strangeness.

Song Wanzhi heard the footsteps, turned her head, and slightly nodded at Su Mengchen: "Mr. Meng."

She wanted to stand up, but Su Mengchen had already squatted down, and then handed ginger soup over: "Ginger soup, warm."

Song Wanzhi hastily accepted it with both hands: "Thank you."

But after finishing speaking, she immediately realized that the bet she made with him was still there, but she also smiled: "Thank you, I have to say it no matter what."

Su Mengchen smiled: "It's only the third time."

As he spoke, he raised his hand suddenly, and then brushed the girl's loose black hair.

The half-dry blue silk slid away from his fingertips, with gentle ripples. Su Mengchen held it, as if he was holding the tassels on the phoenix crown of the newlyweds, causing waves inadvertently.

Song Wanzhi was surprised by his action.

However, Su Mengchen gently put the hair behind her, saying: "It's on fire, be careful."

Looking at the fire, Song Wanzhi felt a little grateful again in his heart, but he didn't say thank you any more, just took the bowl with both hands, and then lowered his head to drink the warm ginger soup.

She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes were stained with water vapor, as if a small drop of water had condensed.

Just after taking a bath, the girl's cheeks were still red, and in the heat of the ginger soup, it melted like rouge on a bright pearl.

His fingers moved, and then, a gleam of light flew from the corner of his eyes.

Xiaobai hangs on the window, looking at his master's pretentious appearance, he can't help but lament: whoever meets his master, can he escape?
Song Wanzhi finished the ginger soup, Su Mengchen took it and put it on the table.

Su Mengchen stood up, Song Wanzhi looked at the flames dancing in the brazier, and suddenly remembered the business: "Mr. Meng, your little fox is with me."

"Yeah." Su Mengchen didn't seem to care too much, and Xiaobai who was hanging in the secret place couldn't help but roll his eyes, hum, if it wasn't for the master's order, why would it bother so much?

Song Wanzhi said again: "Your Xiaobai is very well-behaved, but I don't know if he can take care of it well. I'll bring it to you another day."

"Not busy." Su Mengchen walked over, holding a thick cloak in his arms, walked behind Song Wanzhi, and put it on for her.

Song Wanzhi was taken aback, and the temperature of her body suddenly became thicker. She wanted to say no, but Su Mengchen had already moved to the side, and continued what she just said: "When the snow stops, I will go and bring it back. That's it. I don't know if that stupid little thing has brought any trouble to Miss Wanzhi."

Xiaobai looked at Su Mengchen resentfully: how stupid is it, explain it clearly!

Song Wanzhi could only grab the cloak. After thinking about it, she wrapped herself up and said with a smile, "No. Xiaobai is very obedient and spiritual."

Xiaobai immediately grinned stupidly: "Naturally, naturally!"

Su Mengchen didn't even look at Xiaobai from the corner of the eye, just flicked his fingers slightly, and a drop of water on his nails passed through the window lightly, and then Xiaobai fell down with a "pop".

Looking at Song Wanzhi, Su Mengchen said gently: "The snow has fallen."

Song Wanzhi nodded and said, "Yes, it's snowing heavily."

But when she looked out of the window, she realized that at some point, the sky had already darkened, and there were only shadows of snowflakes flying under the empty sky.

Su Mengchen looked at the sky, and said, "If Miss Wanzhi doesn't mind, just wait until dawn tomorrow before leaving."

That day in the deep mountains, Song Wanzhi had stayed at Su Mengchen's house, and Song Wanzhi had never doubted this man's style under the forest.And it was really snowing outside, and the Song Mansion belonged to the imperial city, so it took half a day to walk, which was obviously extremely inconvenient.

Song Wanzhi thought for a while, then said, "Then it will be troublesome again."

Su Mengchen said, "I'm also staying temporarily."

Song Wanzhi had a subtle feeling in his heart. He met this person twice, and even stayed for two nights. What kind of fate is this?
(End of this chapter)