After wearing the book, I tied the knot with the villain

Chapter 433 Be Correct

One day after leaving the government office, that is, after get off work, Zhao Jinse was still wearing an official uniform and riding a horse before reaching the door of the house, but was hurriedly stopped by the people of Ji's mansion.

It was a guard who stopped him, and he said anxiously: "General Zhao, please take a look at me. The old master brought back by our son can't be stopped if you have to go. It just so happens that the son is not here, and I don't know what kind of man he is." I don’t dare to let you go, and it’s hard to stop me. The housekeeper can’t make up his mind, so I’ll ask the little one to invite you.”

Zhao Jinse was stunned for a moment, never thinking that one day he would be stopped by someone else's family and asked himself how to deal with it.

For a while, I felt inexplicable, and felt a little funny.

She just rode on the horse and said: "Before your young master comes back, wrap him in a cloth first, and then tie him up. Don't hurt him, and don't let him go. Be a little more correct."

The guard clasped his fist knowingly and said, "Yes, farewell."

He understood, this means that it can be tied up, it can be tied up, anyway, as long as it is not killed or injured, everything else is fine.

It's not that they are incapable of suppressing Wangchen, it's just that it's hard to do it.

Now that I got the letter of approval, there was wind under my feet on the way back.

Although this matter has been found on her own head, she has no intention of making decisions on her own.

After all, although Wangchen and Ji Linyuan said there was some hatred, in the end he had some entanglements with Lin Jingyu's mother and son.

It is estimated that whether it is kindness or hatred has long been unclear. It is not that the person concerned cannot understand other people's affairs, so she does not intend to intervene.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Zhao Jinse let Wanning and the others do skin care for herself, and asked, "Can you sleep if you are dark?"

A few days ago, he was busy with Granny Zhang's affairs, then Ningdu Temple, and then the Imperial Palace.

Counting it, I haven't seen my brother for several days. Although this is for nothing, but fortunately, it can be regarded as growing up on the crook of my arm.

Long time no see, still miss you very much.

As soon as Lvyi heard her words, she knew that she was really flustered and embarrassed to say so, so she smiled and said: "It must be that she is not asleep, servant girl to take a look."

"Well, let's go." Zhao Jinse was very calm when he spoke, but his eyes were already looking out of the window.

It seemed that as long as he looked twice, his younger brother could appear outside the window.

But after a while, Zhao Ruhui was hugged by the green clothes, and the child lay obediently, with a pair of black grape-like eyes staring at Zhao Jinse from afar.

"Sister." Zhao Ruhui stretched his small arms, as if about to hug her.

Zhao Jinse felt a little helpless, there were still several steps away.

But she still walked forward very honestly, and took him from Lvyi's arms.

After taking a bath, there was a faint fragrance on her body, which made Zhao Ruhui, who had never been hugged by her mother, seem to smell her mother's scent.

He was gently hugged by Zhao Jinse, holding her skirt tightly with his hands, as if he was afraid that she would throw him off.

This worry was not in vain. In his memory alone, his sister threw him three times.

Fortunately, he fell on the bed. If he fell to the ground, he hoped that he would have another chance to do it again.

Zhao Ruhui, who was inhaling greedily in Zhao Jinse's arms, heard Wanning say: "Young master, it seems that I really hope for the taste of this essential oil. It seems that I followed you. It's a pity that my wife likes rose essential oil, and the taste is a bit different. "

After saying this, Zhao Ruhui was stunned for a moment.

The relationship has been messed up for a long time, this is not the smell of mother, it is really the taste of sister.

(End of this chapter)