Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 1062 I hate you for talking about love
Xiao Tingchen came back from the outside, opened the beaded curtains, and saw a pair of delicate embroidered shoes being kicked on the ground indiscriminately, his little girl was hiding deep in the bed, faint sobs could be heard.

He raised his eyebrows, sat on the side of the couch, and carried her out of the bed, "It's fine, why did you cry like this? But who bullied my sister?"

The young girl's fair and tender cheeks were full of tear stains, a few strands of crow's hair were sticking to her skin wetly, and even her eyelashes were covered with moist mist, like a layer of water mist covering a beautiful peony.

Su Jiu raised his eyelashes tremblingly, the man in his eyes was beautiful and still affectionate.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "You are mine..."

The slightly choked and soft voice contained firmness and possessiveness that cannot be ignored, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch her man away.

Xiao Tingchen held her face with a funny face, and raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears for her, "Why did you bring this up suddenly? Of course I belong to you, my body and mind and the country I have built are all yours."

Saying so, he suddenly noticed that the girl's skin was hot, as if she had a high fever.

"Don't move..." He raised the back of his hand and pressed it against her forehead, "Look at it."

Su Jiu writhed in his arms reluctantly, and complained in a daze, "You always like to talk sweet words, you can say a few sweet words to anyone... Even the old lady in the vegetable market, you can praise her." They must have been extremely beautiful when they were young... I don't like listening to you talk about love anymore, Xiao Tingchen, I hate you talking about love again..."

She lost her temper and twisted and turned like an ignorant child. In the end, she even kicked Xiao Tingchen's face and rolled into the depths of the bed again.

Xiao Tingchen really didn't understand how he had offended her. Seeing that she was hiding herself tightly with a satin quilt, he could only call to the tomb, "Where did she go today?"

The tomb repeated Huayuewu's words in a few words.

Xiao Tingchen's eyes were cold, it was Hua Yuewu who was provoking his relationship with Su Xiaojiu...

Standing with the sword in the tomb, he said calmly: "Master, don't blame the lowly position for being talkative. Miss Su is very thoughtful, and she doesn't like to open her heart to others about her troubles. I don't know how much worry I have accumulated over the years. Huayueji and the little princess are like thorns. It's sore and bitter in her heart, she must be suffering from it all the time, and today it's just a little episode."

Xiao Tingchen signaled her to back down expressionlessly.

He looked at the bed, his little girl hid in it and kept talking, probably really burned out.

He caressed the arched quilt lightly, and took a deep breath, "I am in your heart, is it really worthy of the slightest trust? I, like a man who would spoil other girls casually? Su Xiaojiu, what do you want me to do with you?" ?”

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On the other side, the library.

The curtains of the windows are drooping, and the light and shadow in the room are dim, except for a pot of golden silk charcoal fire emitting a faint glow.

Chen Su wore a cinnabar dress and stood in front of the desk, looking at the man with his back to her, with a smile on his vermilion lips, he saluted him earnestly, "Husband, Susu is here."

Su Runmo stared at the map hanging on the wall, "The ghost prison occupies all the land in the north, and its area is even larger than the Central Plains."

"What's the use of vastness? I often hear my grandfather mention that my hometown is remote and uninhabited, and the land is barren and snow-capped. Not to mention farming, even grazing cattle and sheep is very difficult." Chen Su stepped forward, gently rolled up his sleeves, as if In the past, he added fragrance and ink to Su Runmo, "The city wall of thousands of miles separated the ghost prison from the Central Plains. The people in the ghost prison are criminals exiled from the Central Plains. What did the descendants of the criminals do wrong, why are they not even allowed to set foot in the Central Plains?"

The girl was calm, but there was contempt and sarcasm in her tone.

Su Runmo turned to look at her, her profile was as beautiful as jade, she lost her usual gentleness and virtuousness, her brows were sword-like, and her demeanor was neat and heroic, as if that Chen Su from before was just a dream made out of thin air.

He sat down on the armchair, lowered his eyebrows and raised his pen to dip in ink.

The ink she grinds is excellent, with the right shade, whether it is writing or painting, it can be just right.

But today when he picked up the pen, facing the blank rice paper, he couldn't write.

He knew very well that the person in front of him was not his wife, but the secret agent of the ghost prison.

The former boudoir affection was just an ambiguity deliberately created by her, just as it was impossible for him to fall in love with the secret work of the ghost prison, and it was absolutely impossible for Chen Su to fall in love with Dayong's national teacher.

Xu Shi guessed what he was thinking, and Chen Su laughed softly, "How does the husband plan to deal with this concubine? Will it be for the sake of past affection and for the concubine's child, so as to give the concubine a way out?" Woolen cloth?"

Su Runmo slowly put down the brush.

The warm and moist face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. He stared at Chen Su with a frown, wondering why she could still be so relaxed. Could it be that he expected that he would not take her for the sake of the child? life?

Looking at each other, Chen Sulong's fingertips in the sleeves of the pipa were trembling slightly. She squeezed her palm tightly to suppress the despair and sadness in her heart, and she still stood in front of this man with a smiling attitude, neither humble nor overbearing.

She had his respect, but never his love.

Now that the Dongchuang incident was revealed, she faced him with her true face, and only wanted to maintain her last dignity in front of him with the most upright figure. Even if he still didn't love her, she hoped that she would still be respected by him until death.

Don't men in the Central Plains treat their wives with respect?

Then she will have the illusion that she will still be his wife until she dies...

Su Runmo quietly looked at the girl in front of him.

She combed women's hair in a bun, a gold hairpin in a cloud bun, and a wreath necklace. She had never worn such a cinnabar-colored graceful dress, but it was more majestic and sassy than before.

It turns out that she is such Chen Su...

But she was obviously very nervous and scared, and he could clearly see her trembling delicate body, the sadness between her brows, and the reluctance and infatuation deep in her pupils...

After a long time, he silently picked up a pot of hot tea on the desk, poured out one seriously and handed it to her.

Chen Su was holding the hot tea in her hand, staring down at the brown tea soup, the mist filled her cheeks, soaking her eyelashes wet and blurred.

Tears rolled down into the tea soup one by one, she smiled and said, "Thank you husband for giving me the tea."

She is not a stupid girl, she knows that this way of exiting is the last dignity given to her by Su Runmo.

She raised her head and drank the bowl of tea soup neatly.

The white jade cup fell to the ground and smashed into countless fragments, reflecting the deep golden charcoal halo, like a layer of gold powder blooming, and Tumi's dream is like a colorful old dream.

Chen Su's lower abdomen was in severe pain. She knelt on the ground while supporting the red sandalwood desk. The cinnabar red skirt was spread out on the ground, like a gorgeous begonia in full bloom. Against the pale complexion, it blended into an indescribable ultimate depression. beauty of.

(End of this chapter)