Marry A Younger Husband

Whoosh, a dart shot at Su Meng pillow.

Su Meng pillow took the dart in hand, looked up, a figure in the bamboo forest flashed by.

Su Mengzhen didn't go after him. He took down the note on the dart, which said: Madam will be in danger. Be careful of Su Huang.

"Xianggong, what's the matter?"

Su Meng pillow handed the note to Shen Xiang skirt: "someone will be bad for my mother."

"Third young master?"

"That's strange. I thought the person who was bad for my mother would be the eldest brother. How could she be the third brother?"

Shen Xiang skirt thought for a moment: "in any case, first of all, you should protect your wife."

"Not everyone can visit my mother when she is punished in the ancestral hall."

"At least we can send more people to guard outside the ancestral hall."

Su Meng pillow nodded: "I'll go to the military academy and have a talk with boss Wen."

Su Mengzhen immediately got up and Shen Xiangqun bowed down to give her a present. In the past, although she was arrogant, she still had to abide by the basic women's morality, but she failed to abide by the most important one.

She had another man in her heart.

She picked up a cup of autumn dew white, put it on her mouth and tasted it gently. It was full of bitter taste.

Looking up at Su Meng pillow's most intimate maid zhenniang: "zhenniang, why is the taste of autumn dew white wrong?"

Zhenniang smiles: "it's not the taste of tea that's wrong, it's the mood of people that's wrong."

Shen Xiang skirt a little smile, as expected is with Su Meng pillow side of the person, a small servant girl, say words is so deep.

……

Xiao Mo'er anxiously waited for shuilinlang to come back. He just paced back and forth in the room, just like a teacher, with his hands behind him.

Water came in with a smile and hugged him from behind: "don't worry, I'm ok."

"Lady, have you been found by the second brother?"

"No, I passed the letter to him and left immediately. The second young master didn't chase him."

Small Mo son sighed a tone: "two elder brothers definitely recognize who you are, otherwise he won't not chase you."

Shuilinlang thinks that when he meets an inexplicable person who shoots darts at him, no matter whether he can catch up with him or not, normal people will chase him first. But at that time, Su Mengzhen just looked up at her and let her go, which is not in line with common sense.

"No, I'm wearing night clothes. How did he recognize me?"

"Your little butt is so eye-catching that anyone will recognize you."

Water Lin Lang a burst of blush, toward him a violent chestnut hit in the past: "shameless!"

Small Mo son hey hey a smile, embrace water Lin Lang to kiss a: "Niang son, laborious you."

"What's so hard about it, Mr. Xiang? It's hard for you to devise strategies!"

"That's it!" Small Mo son immediately put on airs, sat down, "pour a cup of tea for me!"

"Do you want me to pinch your shoulder again?" I can't stand him. If you give him three colors, he dares to open a dyeing shop.

"Yes, I don't mind!"

Shuilinlang sat down on the bed and yelled, "come here, help me pinch my feet!"

Xiao Mo'er immediately ran to her, took off her pair of red embroidered shoes and looked at her speechlessly: "why don't you change your shoes when you're wearing night clothes? It's hard for people not to recognize your big feet. There are few women who can do martial arts in the house. It's strange that the second brother doesn't recognize you when you wear such conspicuous embroidered shoes!"

Water Lin Lang big embarrassment: "not early to say?"

"Do you still use me to talk about this when you are in the world?"

"You know, I have always been very careless, otherwise how can I marry you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Carelessness chose you."

"Regret it?"

"It's too late to regret."

Little Mo'er moved the wisteria armchair and sat by the bed. He moved his left leg to his knee. He immediately turned away and took a deep breath: "lady, how long have you not washed your feet?"

"I hate it Water Lin Lang jiaochen gently kick him, "where so exaggerated, every day to wash."

"Lady, you are more and more like a coqueter." Little Mo'er said while holding the soles of her feet.

"Why, isn't it like being coquettish before?"

"It used to be called desperation, not coquetry.""Go to hell!" Suddenly, he looked at little Mo'er tenderly, "Xianggong, do you like my coquetry very much?"

"Which man doesn't like women to be coquettish?"

Cut, are you a man?

Most can prove that he is a man's ability, he just can't, water Lin Lang secretly sighed, really worried.

Suddenly, the feet back, said: "Xianggong, you work hard, come here, lying on the bed, I help you massage, OK?"

Xiao Mo'er looks at shuilinlang suspiciously, then slowly climbs to the bed and lies prone. He only feels that shuilinlang gently hugs him from behind, gently shakes his body, and deliberately gets close to Xiao Mo'er's ear to blow.

"Lady, your inner pressure is on me!"

"Don't talk!" As soon as he spoke, she felt embarrassed and how to go on.

"Didn't you say massage?"

"I'm... I'm giving you a massage, aren't I?"

"Isn't massage by hand?"

Shuilinlang was helpless, so he had to squeeze his hands on him. His hands were so strong that he cried for his father and called for his mother. Then he slowly moved his hand to his crotch

Ouch——

"Lady, what are you doing?"

"You... Don't ask, don't move!" Shuilinlang in order to enlighten his male, but also lost the integrity, she is easy, her face is red like sunset.

"Ah, it hurts!"

"Well, you'll be comfortable in a minute." Is it because she has great strength? After all, she has no experience.

"You don't have a chicken. How do you know?"

"This... This..." shuilinlang was so poor at explaining that she smashed xiaomo'er hard, "you're so stupid, you can't do this little thing!" Chagrin unceasingly, this is to want her to keep the rhythm of living widows for the rest of her life.

"You are stupid. You can't do such a small thing!" Little Mo'er pouted and was aggrieved.

"You are a man, you should take the initiative, OK?"

"How... How to take the initiative?"

Shuilinlang gets out of bed, rummages through the boxes, and takes out the spring palace picture. Dingdang gave it to xiaomo'er for enlightenment when she was having a wedding. However, xiaomo'er only pays attention to painting skills and puts aside the most important connotation.

"You see." Shuilinlang takes the fold of chungong to xiaomo'er.

"I've seen it!"

"Don't you feel anything?"

"It's a poor painting. I use my left hand more vividly than this one."

Shuilinlang almost didn't pass out. Why didn't he get a sense of it: "painting skill is not the key, OK?" She is so open that he can't be more conscious?

"What's the point?"

Shuilinlang blushed like a monkey's ass: "let's... Learn from the people in the painting... Do it?"

"Eh, such an evil thing, lady, what kind of mess do you have in your head?" Little Mo'er looks disgusted.

"Little Mo'er, go to hell!" Shuilinlang grabs xiaomo'er and serves him violently