Chapter 174

Lin Lang's policy is to hit a stick and give him a sweet date. Since the man is soft, she should give him some sweet taste, after all, encouragement is essential.

Linlang people sent some more light food, Jize ate with relish.

"Is it delicious?" Asked Lin Lang.

He nodded hard, his cheeks bulging, obviously hungry.

Lin Lang held out her hand.

He immediately stopped and looked at her nervously with a look of apprehension.

"Look at you, like a child, all the rice on your face."

Scallion fingers picked up the grain of rice and put it into his mouth.

"It's delicious." She said with a smile.

Jize's heart rate suddenly quickened.

His eyes seem to have lost their focus.

He looked at her beautiful lips, dyed with thin rouge, full, in the light of the light reflected light.

"Why not? Do you want me to feed you? "

Lin Lang picked up a pair of mahogany chopsticks and put a piece of fresh bamboo shoot tip into his mouth.

"Master --"

a tall man ran in and leaned over his ears and said something.

Ji Ze faintly heard the words "Miss Qin", "wedding", "master".

He saw that Lin Lang turned his head and glanced at him like a smile.

Jize somehow rejected this message.

He didn't want to hear.

Jize's eyes fell on the crisp bamboo shoots in her chopsticks.

However, Lin Lang put down the mahogany chopsticks and stood up, "don't eat, we should go back."

"Go back?" He looked up as if he could not understand the meaning of her words.

He didn't think that Lin Lang would let him out of here.

"Yes, Miss Qin will be very anxious if you don't go back." Lin Lang bent down and carefully pushed away the broken hair on his forehead. His Dark Jade eyes contained a kind of warm smile. "For your good sake, I have already made an appointment with Miss Qin the other day. Tonight is the time for her to pass by. Now we should go back and have a good look at the beautiful bride."

"What? Why do you look so ugly? " The hand that Lin Lang stroked his hair fell on his cheek and gently rubbed, "don't you always like Miss Qin? Now I present her to my husband, isn't it? "

"No Kizawa looked down at her dress. "I don't want her."

"You bridegroom, don't be so wayward. You are not a child." She poked his forehead with her long finger, and her face was helpless and melancholy. "You see, you say you like it. It's you who want to marry her. Now you say no, or you."

She seemed to think of something, suddenly realized, "silly husband, are you afraid that I will punish you for this? Don't be afraid. Since I have given you this gift, I will certainly not be angry with you

"As long as you are obedient, I can give you whatever you want."

A meaningful smile.

In the dark of the night, they entered Ji Fu from the back door in a rickshaw.

Ji's mother finally saw her son, who had not shown up for a long time. She took him under the light and complained, "how can you be such a bridegroom? For a business, even important weddings have been simplified. Huixin must have been wronged. You can't change your clothes and have a drink with her!"

"Doing business" is Lin Lang's excuse for Ji Ze's disappearance these days. Ji's mother didn't expect that her daughter-in-law would be so bold and directly tied up. What's more, Lin Lang, like nobody else, came forward to the Qin family for Ji Ze.

She didn't care much about the feeling of Lin Lang beside her. Qin Huixin, whose family background, talent and appearance are outstanding, is her dream daughter-in-law.

What Ji Mu didn't notice was that her son was staring at her daughter-in-law.

Lin Lang's hand was hurt by him.

"My mother said that, you go to change clothes quickly, don't let the younger sister wait for a long time." Lin Lang has a considerate appearance of a generous and virtuous wife.

Ji Ze pursed his lips and was pushed by her to change the Xi robe.

Without gongs and drums and eight carrying sedan chairs, Qin Huixin went into the backyard of Ji Fu in a red sedan chair. She is very dissatisfied with this kind of "simple wedding" and is sitting on the brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Xi Niang coaxed her, saying that since it was the second marriage, it was a good thing to keep a low profile.

Qin Huixin was said to be furious, just want to answer back, heard the sound of men's steady feet outside the door, the heart suddenly jumped to the throat.

Xi Niang has retired.

Jize used a weight to pick up the fiery red cover.

"Brother Ze."

She rarely meekly bowed her head to reveal the beautiful and coquettish posture of her daughter's family.

Giza sat next to her.

Qin Huixin is not the first time to get married. After she was shy, she began to think about how to spend the night. She put her hands on her knees, turned her face sideways, and peeped into the bridegroom's expression.Dahong's favorite clothes on him will not appear gaudy, but because of the host's special cool temperament, showing a bit of expensive.

"Brother Ze, it's late. We Set it up. "

Qin Huixin gently pulled his sleeve.

She looked at the man, and her face became more and more beautiful and sentimental in the light. She even omitted the steps of drinking wine and just wanted to go straight to the theme.

Jize has not recovered, the woman has taken the initiative to untie his belt, arms wrapped around the neck like water snakes, hot lips kiss all the way from the ear, to move to the lips.

Qin Huixin is romantic and charming. When she was abroad, she had many boyfriends before and after. She learned many skills from them. Qin Huixin is also gifted in this aspect of love / affairs. With only a little provocation, few men can refuse her seduction / bewilderment - this is what she has always been complacent about.

"Hoo --"

with a bad smile, she blew a breath into his ear.

She used it on the men, it can be said that she tried it repeatedly, and everyone was fascinated by her.

Jize suddenly remembered the taste of licking his wrists.

He had a reaction.

Ji Ze stood up.

Qin Huixin exclaimed, because of his sudden movement and body instability, fell on the bed.

She held one arm and looked at him.

"I remember, I want to give you something, you wait here, I'll get it to you in the study. Jize said as if nothing had happened.

Although Qin Huixin was dissatisfied with his sudden departure, he always put himself in his heart and prepared a gift for himself. No matter how depressed he was, she was covered with green silk on the bed and said affectionately, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Jize raised his feet out of the new house, and then turned, took a completely opposite road with the study.

"Zhiya --"

the door was pushed open.

Jize saw his wife embroidered with handkerchief by the window.

"Oh."

She seemed to be startled by the sound of opening the door, and the embroidered needle pricked into her fingertips and poured out a drop of blood.

Jize's scalp became numb.

"What is your husband doing at the door?" Lin Lang was smiling and singing, waving to him.

Gizer came up to her.

Lin Lang didn't say anything and put his hand in front of him.

The man hesitated for a moment, bent down, carefully grasped her wrist with his big palm, and licked the blood of his finger with the tip of his bright red tongue.

Her fingers are cold, like jade porcelain, but the blood is slightly hot, with a trace of sweet.

Jize thought he was crazy.

He was infatuated with this abnormal taste.

Jize tried to convince himself that after being locked up by Lin Lang for several days, he tasted her blood for the first time, so he thought it was the only antidote that could support his survival.

He was sucking with a wide range of fingers in his mouth, but he didn't let it go for a while.

The sharp teeth rubbed on the fingers as if thinking about where to go from.

Lin Lang didn't want to be bitten by him again, so he took his hand back.

He was some frustrated and some aggrieved, looking at her, like a little guy whose wish could not be satisfied.

"Why did your husband come back so soon? Miss Qin Are you satisfied with your husband's speed Lin Lang picked her eyebrows, put down the embroidery frame, and leaned back against the desk, looking lazy and leisurely. She patted herself on the knee. "Come here, here."

Kizawa sat obediently on the ground, her hands and head resting on her lap.

It's a regular, pitiful gesture.

"I didn't touch her." He said.

Lin Lang's fingers went through his black hair, and saw the hair brush through his fingers. "Tell me, why don't you touch her?"

"I don't know..." He murmured, "just no feeling."

"Oh? So what is feeling? " Lin Lang asked.

"I, I don't know, maybe So... " His shoulder moved, and his other arm slipped down, as if touching her slender ankle, into the layers of gauze skirt.

There was a blush on his pale, emaciated cheek.

"My husband, what are you doing now? Do you want to play with my wife's toys? "

Jize's chin was against her knee. Hearing the speech, he raised her slender and delicate Danfeng eyes, and with a mist of mountains and water, he said hoarsely, "Madam I feel bad I'm dying of pain... "

"What's the pain?"

"Here --"

he suddenly stood up, a childish child in front of his mother did not have any scruples to pull off his clothes, revealing his chest.

It was full of shocking scars, some of which had just scabbed, but he turned a blind eye to it, instead, he took a wide range of hands to touch his chest.Lin Lang hypocritically expressed his heartache for his tragedy, and the pot was thrown at other people's bodies, "how can it be like this? I have clearly stressed with them that I can't really hurt you. Look, the bones are all protruding. Really, how do you do it? "

She leaned over and gently kissed his wound.

The man did not expect her sudden movement, the body because of this touch and gently tremble.

The soul trembled.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Lang raised her face and her voice was incredibly soft.

Jize only felt that a wisp of electric current ran into the bone, numb, making him have a strange, strange gratitude, and even his own vague attachment, he stammered, "ah, um, no pain, really, no pain..."

She gave him extreme pain and despair, but under the abyss, she lured him with the sweetest tenderness.

Sooner or later he will go mad.