The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

It was different from the previous touches of water, and it was not like the shallow taste of Shen Yijia when he was drunk. This kiss was domineering and aggressive, and it seemed to be suppressing something.

Shen Yijia was confused by the kiss, her eyes gradually blurred, her face flushed red because she couldn't breathe, and suddenly she kept her hand on her waist, Shen Yijia's heart tightened, not waiting for her to move.

Song Jingchen stopped suddenly, looked up at her, put a kiss on her lips again, and sighed: "Fool, you can't even breathe."

Shen Yijia's lips were still a little numb, and she couldn't say what she felt, but her heartbeat was a little fast, thumping, and it seemed that it would jump out of her throat in the next second. Hearing this, she hummed: "You don't teach me, how could I be, I can't let others"

The rest of the words were not out yet, and his mouth was gagged again. This time Song Jingchen just bit her lip punitively and left: "I'm not allowed."

Shen Yijia was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to realize that what he said was that others were not allowed to teach, she burst out laughing, hooked Song Jingchen's neck, raised her head and pressed it on the corner of his lips: "Well, no, you are not allowed either. teach others."

Song Jingchen imitated her appearance and stamped on her forehead, dotingly said: "No, I only teach you."

The two of you kiss me and I kiss you. After a while, Shen Yijia fell into a deep sleep.

Song Jingchen reached out and took out the sachet under her pillow, sighing lightly.

He took off the quilt, got up and went out to take a cold shower. When he came back, he pulled out a set of black casual clothes from the closet and put them on.

Just as he was about to go out, he paused, turned a few steps, walked to the bed, and put a letter on Shen Yijia's pillow. Looking at Shen Yijia's sleeping face, she lowered her head and placed a kiss on his forehead, saying softly, "Wait for me."

After speaking, he went out and left without looking back. Passing by the front yard, Tuanzi looked straight at him with dimly lit eyes, Song Jingchen glanced at it, and Tuanzi immediately gave way.

Danzi: Master, the male master is too scary, I can't help you, oh~

Under the cover of the night, Song Jingchen quietly came to the entrance of Xiagou Village, where there was a person and two horses waiting.

"Master." Nan Feng cupped his hands and called.

Song Jingchen nodded, took the rein of the horse he handed over, turned on his horse, looked back at the direction of the village tail, and spit out a word: "Go."

Nanfeng hurriedly followed suit.

The two horses galloped forward, and suddenly Song Jingchen pulled the reins and squinted at an oncoming carriage.

Fan Mingyuan stepped down from the carriage in a state of embarrassment, heaving a sigh of relief, finally caught up.

"Let's talk," he said.

Song Jingchen frowned and dismounted.

The two walked aside, Fan Mingyuan spoke first: "I guessed that the masked man was you that day."

The meaning of the words is that he already knew that Song Jingchen's legs were healed, but he did not expose it.

Song Jingchen: "So what?"

If Fan Mingyuan insists on ruining his business, he doesn't mind keeping his mouth shut.

Fan Mingyuan saw the murderous intent in his eyes, he smiled bitterly, and suddenly knelt down with his robe lifted, and kowtowed to Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen frowned, thinking that Fan Mingyuan was talking about something again, and his eyes became colder and colder.

"The first head is for the old man. If it wasn't for him to bring me back to the manor, I wouldn't be where I am today."

After he finished speaking, he leaned over and squatted again: "The second one is for the teacher. I am arrogant and self-righteous, and I have failed his teaching."

Knock again: "The last one is for you. As your elder brother, I turned a blind eye when you needed me the most. For the sake of righteousness in my eyes but disregarding your situation, I am ashamed of the old man and the teacher."

Song Jingchen looked at him and said nothing, but Fan Mingyuan didn't seem to care either. After knocking, he got up, patted the dirt on the hem of his clothes, and exhaled: "Don't worry, I'll help you at home."

After a long time, Song Jingchen spit out two words: "Thank you."

Without saying anything else, he turned and left.

Seeing the figure disappearing into the night, Fan Mingyuan rubbed his swollen head. After he got the news, he guessed that Song Jingchen would not ignore it, and he wanted to give him a peace of mind after rushing all night, but he didn't miss it.

Beijing.

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?" The middle-aged man in a black robe asked in a deep voice, restraining the anger in his heart.

The handsome man pushed the brewed tea to the middle-aged man's side, and said slowly, "He still has what I want in his hand."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath. He seemed helpless with his immobile temperament, and took a sip from his teacup. Slowly said: "Do you think that stopping the carrier pigeon can stop him?"

"No." The handsome man raised his phoenix eyes: "I can't stop it, it should be enough to delay it for a while. What I want is only one person's life, not the subjugation of Daxia."

"Since you already knew his legs were healed, you shouldn't."

"I was just suspicious before. Besides, he doesn't move, how can I find what I want?" The handsome man filled him with tea again: "Don't worry, I will not forget my mother's hatred. They, Not one can escape."

"Hong'er, you." The middle-aged man paused and sighed lightly: "Just don't forget it."

The handsome man picked up a handkerchief and wiped his slender fingers, then said, "It's time for you to go back, this is Daxia after all."

"I'll leave tonight." The middle-aged man's voice fell, and neither of them spoke again.

"Xiang Gong!" Shen Yijia woke up from her sleep and turned around to look at the seat beside her. There was no one there.

Her eyes tightened, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, putting the letter aside. She frowned and picked it up, only to see four big characters on the envelope, "My wife and my wife".

Thinking of the arrival of Shopkeeper Wang in the afternoon, and Song Jingchen's abnormality, Shen Yijia had a guess, and the tears fell uncontrollably from her lips.

She hadn't been separated from Song Jingchen for a day since she came here, and when she thought that she might not see her beautiful husband for a long time, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Tears fell from her cheeks to splashes on the envelope, and the word 'Awife' was quickly blurred.

Shen Yijia's heart was tense, she quickly took the letter away, reached out and wiped it on her face, and wiped the two words with her hand. She hiccupped, pouted, and wanted to cry again.

After sniffing and holding back, she slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.

"My wife, Jiajia, see the letter as me.

The prince is in trouble, I have to go, I hope you forgive me.

Home matters, you still need to take care of.

When I rescue the prince, I will deal with you.

Husband: Stay with caution. "

As expected, Shen Yijia hurriedly ran out and went straight to Mrs. Li's room when she thought of something, and saw that the light in her room was still on from a distance.

As soon as Shen Yijia approached, the door opened. Seeing her red eyes, Mrs. Li sighed and took her hand into the room.

"Mother" Shen Yijia has a lot to ask, the most wanted to ask is where is Song Jingchen.

Remember the flag in chapter 29 that the prince said he would not write to Jiajia, haha

Is anyone else watching? Can I ask for a monthly pass? Ah, ah, ah, almost on the monthly ticket list. Begging, begging, begging. (Today, I am asking if your monthly pass is good, oh~)

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