The reborn wife is beautiful and ruthless

Chapter 523 Compensate You For What

Huo Beiyao's words were full of tenderness and smiles, Song Ci blinked his eyes in confusion, and the next moment he heard him say: "I haven't been to your room before, do you mind showing me? "

Oh, so this is what Huo Beiyao wanted as compensation.

She really almost lost her mind just now...

Song Ci's ears turned red, she coughed lightly and said, "Of course I don't mind, I'll take you upstairs now, Sister Lin, you can eat later, please come upstairs and call us."

Anyway, there was no dinner yet, and the two of them had to stay at the Song family for the time being, so instead of letting Huo Beiyao stay downstairs and be entangled by Song Hongxia and the others during this gap, Song Ci took Huo Beiyao to the room to hide.

Sister Lin also nodded happily, very happy with the harmonious relationship between Song Ci and Huo Beiyao.

Song Hongxia and Yue Xinyi's faces darkened as they stood aside, but no one cared about their feelings, so after getting Sister Lin's answer, Song Ci led Huo Beiyao up the stairs.

Then the door was opened, and the beautiful and elegant layout of Song Ci's boudoir also caught the eyes of the two of them, with Song Ci's unique simple style, and her room was the same as Huo Beiyao's room in the imperial capital. People will also clean regularly, because this is the rule.

So when Huo Beiyao entered the room, the whole room was spotless and very clean. Beside the desk, there was a thick stack of copybooks exuding a faint smell of ink.

So with a small smile on his lips, Huo Beiyao walked to the table, took the copybook and said, "Can I open it and have a look?"

"Of course, but the words inside may not look very good." Song Ci explained.

Because in this large stack of copybooks, there are all the characters that Song Ci practiced from childhood to adulthood, so there are many uneven works, which are very difficult to show.

But in Huo Beiyao's view, as long as it was Song Ci's stuff, it was the best.

So the next moment, he had already opened the copybook collection with all his eyes and tenderly, and flipped through the pages.

There are Wang Xizhi's imitations, Su Dongpo's poetry collections, and Song Ci's random calligraphy practiced by himself when he was idle... The level of each one is indeed different, but it can be seen that they are serious and beautiful. Be well-behaved, and looking at these things, even if Huo Beiyao didn't see them with his own eyes, it seemed that Song Ci's concentration when he was a child when he was practicing calligraphy appeared in his mind.

It must be very pleasing to the eye.

Huo Beiyao couldn't help holding Song Ci's hand, drawing the words on it and saying, "Why didn't you take these things with you when you moved? What if you lose them here?"

Song Ci shrugged: "How can I lose this? It's not a valuable thing. It's so thick and heavy that the Song family people outside don't bother to touch it."

They are all open-eyed when they see money, and they don't pay attention to Song Ci's dirty copybook.

But they didn't care, Huo Beiyao did.

"After dinner, let's take this copybook away." Huo Beiyao looked at Song Cidao seriously; "This is something that records your growth, and I want to keep it as a collection."

"Are you sure?" Song Ci couldn't help blushing, and said with a smile: "The words I wrote here are not very good-looking."

"No, I feel very good."

Those immature fonts may not be good-looking in the eyes of calligraphy, but in Huo Beiyao's eyes, they are the most perfect treasures.

Because he likes it very much.

Huo Beiyao looked at it fondly, and the next moment, he also turned a page again, but this time the content on this page shocked him. At the same time, Song Ci saw the content on the paper, and his scalp twitched. Tight, the legs are going to go limp.

because……

This time, the contents on this page are not imitations, not small poems, but full of "Jiang Xun"!
These were all written by Song Ci in the past. After all, she and Jiang Xun were childhood sweethearts in the past. She also liked Jiang Xun very much and always regarded him as her future husband. So when she was bored practicing calligraphy, she naturally wrote a lot of Jiang Xun's name.

She even invented "Jiang Xun" in many fonts, which can be said to be extremely infatuated.

But now that these things are seen by Huo Beiyao, it's not very good!
So a layer of cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, Song Ci quickly covered the copybook, and stammered: "You, you have been reading it for so long, don't read it, this thing is not interesting at all, I don't think there is any need to bring it Let's go! Just let it stay in Song's house!"

"...Are you nervous now?" Huo Beiyao paused for a moment before finally slowly raising his eyes to look at Song Ci.

And isn't the answer to this question already obvious?
Song Ci wiped off her cold sweat and said with a dry smile, "I, how could I be nervous, I'm not nervous at all, I just feel a little hot in the room."

Huo Beiyao was amused.

If he was indeed a little unhappy at first, now, seeing Song Ci's cautious look, no matter how angry he was, it disappeared without a trace.

So with a sigh, he hugged Song Ci, rubbed her neck lightly and said, "Don't worry, I'm not angry. I know everything about you and Jiang Xun when you were young, so I won't get angry with you just because of this. Besides, I am the person next to you now, this is the most important thing, other things have passed, then it will be completely passed."

"Well, it's best if you think so." Song Ci hugged Huo Beiyao happily, and said softly, "Then shall we still take this copybook?"

"Take, I told you, it records your growth, I like it very much."

"But in it, besides the page you saw just now, I may have written more about Jiang Xun..."

After all, adolescent girls will be endless when they become nympho.

Huo Beiyao froze slightly, then took a deep breath, pinched Song Ci's soft cheeks, gritted his teeth and said, "Just write it, I won't read those few pages of Jiang Xun at worst, but for this matter , you have to make it up to me too."

"Ah, you want to compensate again?" Song Ci said with a droopy face; "Then what do you want me to compensate you this time?"

"It's very simple. You have to write a few words of Jiang Xun, and you have to write a few words of my name accordingly, and you must also write it seriously, and you can't be perfunctory." Huo Bei said seriously.

But isn't this just copying books in disguise!
Song Ci wrinkled her face in distress, and subconsciously wanted to take a few steps back, but she seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. The next moment, Huo Beiyao had already grabbed her slender waist and pressed her directly against the wall He bowed his head and kissed.

Turning jealousy into possession, Huo Beiyao's strength in kissing her seemed to melt her into flesh and blood.

Song Ci's whole body was soft, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and let go of her strength. She cooperated with this strong man in whatever she wanted, and let his big hand get into the hem of her clothes.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then Song Hongxia's flattering voice came in—

(End of this chapter)