My Lady, Something is Wrong

Luo Qingzhou waved his hand and left quickly.

I don't know if the bad-tempered mother-in-law is getting angry at this time.

After all, he has been out for a long time.

tonight……

He will go to accompany Miss Qin Er for a while.

When the mother-in-law is about to leave, he will leave again. I believe that even if he wants to stay there longer, the mother-in-law will not agree.

After all, there is a difference between brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

Chapter 137 Brother-in-law, socks

"Anti-Theft Chapter"

"It will be revised before one o'clock, and it will be refreshed at that time"

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Once upon a time there was an old grandfather and an old grandmother.They lived a long time and had a child named Serge.Xie Erzhi has very long ears, but where his head should be, there is a carrot.Later Serge grew tall and big... The old man used to pull his ears, and he pulled and pulled, but he couldn't get him into high society.Grandpa called grandma.

The old grandma grabbed the old man, and the old man grabbed the carrot head, pulling and pulling, but they couldn't get it up.The grandmother called for her aunt, who was the Duchess.

Auntie grabs grandma, grandma grabs grandfather, grandpa grabs carrot head, tugging and tugging, but they can't drag him into the upper class.The duchess called for the child's godfather, a general.

The godfather grabs the aunt, the aunt grabs the old grandma, the grandma grabs the old man, the old man grabs the head of the carrot, and keeps pulling, but still can't get it up.Grandpa couldn't bear it anymore.He married his daughter to a wealthy businessman.The grandfather also called his son-in-law.

The businessman grabs the godfather, the godfather grabs the aunt, the aunt grabs the grandma, the grandma grabs the grandfather, they drag and tug together, and finally they drag the carrot head into the upper class.

Now, Xie Erri became a fifth-rank civil servant.

February [-], [-]

A young couple who had just held their wedding came from the church to their home in a carriage.

"Hey, Varya," said the husband, "take my beard and pull it hard."

"God knows what you came up with!"

"No, no, please! I beg you! Grab it, pull it hard, you're welcome..."

"Come on, why are you bothering?"

"Valya, I ask you... I command you! If you love me, grab my beard and pull it... This is my beard, pull it!"

"Nothing! It's painful, and the man I love more than my own life... No, I'll never do it!"

"But I beg you!" the newlywed husband was angry, "Do you understand me, I beg you, and... order you!"

Finally, after a long dispute, the bewildered wife put her little hand into her husband's beard and pulled it with all her strength... The husband didn't even frown...

"Look, I don't feel any pain at all!" he said, "Really, no pain! Well, wait a minute, now it's time for me to get you..."

The husband grabbed a few strands of hair from his wife's sideburns and pulled them vigorously.The wife screamed loudly.

"Now, my dear," concluded the husband, "you must know that I am many times stronger than you, and have more stamina than you. From now on, if you throw your fist at me, or threaten to gouge out my eyes You must keep this in mind...in a word: Wives should be afraid of their husbands!"

July [-], [-]

Police officer Ochumelov, wearing a new military overcoat and carrying a small bag, walked across the market square.Behind him followed a reddish-haired policeman, carrying a sieve full of confiscated gooseberries.There was silence all around. ... There is not even a shadow of a person in the square.Shops and taverns opened their doors and looked out listlessly into the world of God, like hungry mouths.There is not even a beggar near the store door.

"How dare you bite, you damn thing!" Ochumelov heard voices suddenly. "Guys, don't let him go! Biting is not a good thing these days! Catch him! Ouch, ... Ouch!"

A dog screamed.Ochumelov looked over there and saw a dog running out of the woodyard of the merchant Pichugin, running on three legs and looking back.Behind it, a man was chasing out, wearing a starched calico shirt and an open waistcoat.He ran after the dog, leaned forward, threw himself on the ground, and grabbed the dog by its hind legs.Immediately afterwards, there were dogs barking and people shouting: "Don't let it go!" Sleepy faces poked out of the shop, and soon a group of people gathered at the gate of the firewood yard, as if they had come out of the ground. the same.

"There seems to be a commotion, sir! . . . " said the policeman.

Ochumelov turned slightly to the left and walked towards the crowd.At the gate of the woodyard, he saw the above-mentioned man standing there in the unbuttoned waistcoat, holding up his right hand and showing a bloody finger to the crowd.There was this look on his half-drunk face: "I'll take your skin off, bastard!" And the finger itself was like a victory banner.Ochumelov recognized this man as the jeweler Khryukin.The culprit of the disturbance, a white terrier with a pointed face and a yellow spot on its back, sat on the ground in the center of the crowd, its front legs spread out, and its whole body trembling.Its tearful eyes showed distress and fear.Pineapple

"What's going on here?" asked Ochumelov, pushing his way through the crowd.

"What are you doing here? Why are you pointing your finger up? . . . Who's shouting?"

"I was going my own way, sir, I didn't provoke anyone, I didn't provoke anyone..." Khryukin began to cough into his empty fist. "I was talking to Mitley Mitlich about firewood, when all of a sudden this wretch bit my finger for no reason. . . . Please forgive me, I'm a workman. . . . My work That's fine. I'll have to pay me a fortune, because I may not be able to move this finger for a week. . . . In the law, sir, there is no such thing as saying that a person who is injured by an animal should be punished. Endure it... If everyone is bitten by a dog, it would be better not to live in this world..."

p css="style2"> "Hmm! ... Well, ..." said Ochumelov sternly, coughing, and raised his eyebrows. "Okay... Whose dog is this? I can't ignore this kind of thing. I want to show some color to those who let the dog out to cause trouble! Now it's time to deal with the gentlemen who don't want to obey the law Yes! When the fine is paid, he, the bastard, will understand what it means to let dogs and other animals out! I'll show him a little bit more.... Yeerdi Mausoleum," the policeman said to the policeman, "you Go and find out whose dog this is, and file a report! This dog must be killed. No delay! This is probably a mad dog. . . . Let me ask you: Whose dog is this?"

"This dog looks like it belonged to General Sigalov's!" said someone from the crowd.

"General Sigalov's? Hmm! ... You, Yerdyling, take off my coat. ... It's hot! It's going to rain. ... There's only one thing I don't understand: How did it bite you?" Ochumelov said to Khryukin.

"Could it reach your finger? It's small, but you, you know, are so tall! Your finger was probably pricked by a little nail, and then you got a whimsy and got paid for it. You This kind of person...everyone knows what it is! I know you devils!"

"He, sir, poked his cigar in it's face and made fun of it. And it, refusing to be a fool, bit him. . . . He's a bore, sir!"

"You are talking nonsense, one-eyed one! Why are you talking nonsense because your eyes are blind? The magistrate is a sensible man, and he can tell who is talking nonsense, and who speaks with conscience as if in front of God.  … If I want to talk nonsense, I will let the conciliator judge I'm fine. It's clearly written in the law. . . . Everyone is equal now. . . . I will tell you, . . . my brother is a gendarme. . . . "

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"No, this dog does not belong to the General's family..." said the policeman thoughtfully. "The general doesn't have dogs like that in his house. Most of his dogs are big hounds. . . . "

"Are you sure?"

"Certainly, sir. . . . "

"I know it myself. The dogs in the general's family are all expensive, and they are all good breeds. What about this dog, who knows what it is! The coat color is not good, the appearance is not good-looking, ... it is completely low. ... His old man will Such a dog?! Where did your brain go? If such a dog came across in Petersburg or Moscow, you know what would happen? There, it doesn't matter what the law is, it's cut off in a second. Angry! You, Khryukin, have suffered, and this is not to be neglected. . . . They must be taught a lesson! It is time. . . . "

"But it might be the general's dog..." the policeman spoke out his thoughts. "It doesn't have any writing on its face....I saw such a dog in his yard a few days ago."

"That's right, it belongs to the general's family!" Someone in the crowd said.

"Hmm! . . . you, brother Yerdyling, put on my coat. . . . It seems to be windy. . . . It's cold. . Ask there. . . . You say that I found this dog and sent it to you. . . . You say never let it be released on the street. Maybe it is a rare dog, if every pig takes a cigar Poke it in the face with a cigarette, and it won't be long before it's trampled to death. Dogs are delicate animals. . . . You, fool, put your hand down! Don't show your stupid finger! It's all your fault I'm not good!..."

"Here comes the General's cook, let's ask him. . . . Hey, Prohor! Come here, dear! Look at this dog. . . . Is it yours?"

"Guessing! We never had a dog like that there!"

"Then it won't take much trouble to ask," said Ochumelov. "It's a wild dog! There's no need to say more. . . . Since he says it's a wild dog, it's a wild dog. . . . Just kill it."

"This dog is not ours," Prohor continued. "But this is the general's brother's dog. He came to us the other day. Our general doesn't like this kind of dog. His old brother does. . . . "

"Is his elder brother here? Vladimir Ivanitch?" asked Ochumelov, with a passionate smile all over his face. "Wonderful, Lord! I don't know! He's coming to stay for a while?"

"Stay for a while..."

"How wonderful, Lord! . . . He misses his brother. . . . But I don't know it yet! So this is his old man's dog? I'm glad. . . . You take it. . . . The dog monster is pretty good....very smart....it bit the guy's finger! Hahahaha!...hey, why are you shaking? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ,... What a puppy..."

Prohor called the dog and led it away from the woodyard. ...the crowd laughed at Khryukin.

"Sooner or later I'll get you!" Ochumelov threatened him, and wrapping himself in his overcoat, he walked across the market square. ●

...you said not to put it on the street in the future.Maybe he's a noble dog, and if every swine sticks a cigar in his face, it won't be long before he's trampled to death

You are a genius, remember for a second: Red Spring:

Chapter 138

The lights are dim.

The young girl had a delicate face and a shy face, her eyes were full of water.

The shy look of biting her pink lips lightly, with trembling eyelashes, and the soft and graceful posture of propping up the bed with her slender hands and lifting her jade feet lightly, are charming and sultry.

Luo Qingzhou struggled for a moment, his brain suddenly felt hot, and he squatted down slowly.

Immediately, she stretched out her hand, gently grasped her slender calf with one hand, and slowly took off the spotless white silk sock with the other hand.

A touch of whiteness suddenly appeared.

Immediately, a slender, exquisite, delicate girl's jade feet, as white as jade, appeared flawlessly in front of him.

Luo Qingzhou's breathing stagnates, and his heart beats involuntarily.

The dryness and heat in the body became more and more violent.

His heart fluttered, and he stretched out his hand to hold it, and gently kneaded it.

Delicate and creamy, soft as if boneless.

The girl's delicate body trembled, and she fell limp in the curtain, her eyes wide open, she lay there, bit her pink lips lightly, her face was as red as a cloud, and she remained motionless.

The desire in Luo Qingzhou's body became stronger and stronger, like a flood breaking a bank, constantly washing away the reason in his head and the etiquette and morality in his heart.

Holding the soft and slippery girl's jade feet in his hands, he couldn't help lowering his head.

"Wow!"

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Qiu'er appeared at the door anxiously: "Miss, uncle! Madam is here! You..."

She suddenly saw the scene in front of the bed, her eyes widened immediately, and the words in her mouth stopped abruptly.

Luo Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, he woke up instantly, and hurriedly stood up.

Qiu'er was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Young Master! Quick, hide!"

The girl who was lying softly on the bed also sat up, and said in a shy voice: "Brother-in-law, on the bed..."

Luo Qingzhou was like a thief who was about to be found out for stealing, his heart was full of fright, and before he had time to think about it, he jumped onto the bed and got under the covers.

After he curled up under the quilt with his head covered, he suddenly woke up.

Why is he hiding?

Isn't this a guilty conscience and throwing yourself into the trap?

Wouldn't it be enough for him to go out directly, or go to the desk to study ink and write?

Even if he stood in front of the bed and talked to Miss Qin Er, the mother-in-law wouldn't say anything, would she?

But now he is hiding on Miss Qin Er's bed, if that mother-in-law finds out...

"Wait, Second Miss, I..."

He hurriedly got out of the quilt, and before he could finish speaking, with a "wow", the girl on the bed had already drawn the curtain.

At the same time, the voice of the mother-in-law has already sounded at the door: "Is that kid gone?"

Zhu'er bowed beside her and said, "Young Master has already left."

Qiu'er also replied at the door: "Young master left after eating with the young lady, and the young lady has already fallen asleep."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."