Chapter 150

In the evening, a carriage slowly drove out from the gate of lingfu. Follow the main road until you come to the narrow lane.

Ling Ziqing looked at Song Xijiao who was sleeping on the carriage, lifted the curtain and said to the breeze sitting in front of the carriage: "go and call him over."

The breeze should be a sound, jump off the carriage, a slip of smoke toward the deep lane ran past. Soon, he came with a tall man.

The man has broad shoulders, straight back and clear face. Although he is wearing ordinary cloth clothes, his skin is smooth and delicate, his black eyes are bright and his lip line is firm, which still reveals his indomitable momentum.

Zhong Chun.

Ling Ziqing has met him once.

If the last time I saw him, his look was just a child's possessive desire, then this time, his eyes have been clearly with hostility.

It's the hostility that only the males feel threatened, that their territory has been violated.

And Ling Ziqing felt his hostility, not only did not feel afraid, but some happy. Because the more Zhongchun cared, the more song Xijiao attached importance to herself.

He lifted up the curtain of the carriage and smiling at Zhongchun: "Xijiao is drunk. I'm afraid it's hard to wake up for a moment. Do you want to come up and hold her, or should I carry her down?"

Zhong Chun gave him a cold look, jumped into the carriage and took a look inside.

The carriage was covered with thick woolen blanket and a jade pillow. Song Xijiao was sleeping soundly on this blanket, unprepared.

He bent down and directly carried song Xijiao on his shoulder and jumped out of the carriage.

"Zhong Chun." He followed Ziqing.

Zhongchun stopped and glanced back at him. He didn't say anything. He just saw what he was going to say.

Ling Ziqing walked up to him, looked into his eyes and said with a smile: "I hope you know that I just divide the more square, in order to respect Xijiao and do not want her to be embarrassed. But if you always break her heart, I won't leave her alone. I'm not going to lose to you

Zhong Chun listened to it without expression and left without saying a word, as if he didn't put these words in his heart. But he held the hand of song Xijiao's knee socket, but unconsciously held it tightly.

"Young master." Qingfeng came over and frowned at Zhongchun's leaving figure. "This man is really a man of no sense. He shouldered Miss song like this. Miss Song was not comfortable when she was drunk."

Ling Ziqing smiles: "if he is a rude man, he just hit me directly."

"Hit you?" "He dares!" the breeze glared

"Just now, his eyes just wanted to eat me. However, he is more rational and calm than emotional and impulsive people, even if he wants to kill me, not prepared for everything, will not easily start

Ling Ziqing's eyes flashed a trace of desolation, sat on the carriage, waved to the breeze, motioned to go back.

The last time I saw the relationship between Zhong Chun and song Xijiao, he knew he was hopeless. This time, when he faced Zhong Chun again, he understood that he was not a useless and reckless hunter in the eyes of others.

What to say won't lose to him, but it's arrogant on the mouth, Xijiao, has made his choice.

He lost from the beginning.

The setting sun gradually sank into the mountains, and the last ray of sunlight dyed the horizon red and projected on the thatched earth roof in the suburbs of the city. Inside the house, Zhong Chun rudely throws song Xijiao on the bed. His anger in his eyes is like a volcano about to gush out!

This little girl, dare to get drunk in another man's house, and let the other party send her home! How she got to the carriage and lay down on her feet.

"Well Fill me up again... "

Song Xijiao seemed to be upset. Song Xijiao moved on the bed with her small hand on her cheek. She lifted it like a wine cup and fell down.

Still want to drink?

Zhong Chun sat down beside the bed and put his big hand in her.

Sure enough, at the next moment, she held it tightly to her mouth, but as if she had no strength, she put down her mouth, rubbed her lips gently, and then turned her head to sleep again.

"Zhong Chun You are good or bad Why bully me... "

Hearing Yan's bitter smile, Zhongchun slowly lay down beside her, gazing at her face quietly, as if pouring out a general way: "how can I be willing to bully you, I just hope you can wholeheartedly rely on me, don't Any relationship with any man. "

"Don't you ignore me You ignore me I'm so sad... "

"Sorry, not in the future." Zhong Chun hugged her with heartache, and gently rubbed her soft lips, nose and forehead. "I'm not that I don't want to ignore you. It's me who is angry. I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, I'll scare you. Xijiao, do you know? You live on the tip of my heart. You can pull it all the time. My heart aches

"Master Ling, sooner or later you will meet your lover Mr. Ling I'm not... "

Zhong Chun is confessing affectionately, when he hears song Xijiao mouthing a young master Ling. His face is blue and black. He pinches her chin and tries to intimidate her. He knows that she is drunk and can't hear his voice. He simply lowers his head and kisses her lips.He doesn't want to hear any more Ling words from this mouth!

Song Xijiao, whose wife are you?

After a kiss, song Xijiao sleeps more soundly, but Zhong Chun's mood is greatly comforted and stabilized. He sat up and helped song Xijiao take off her shoes and socks. When he wanted to put her into the quilt, he was stunned.

She looked at her with a faint look in her eyes. After staying for a while, she finally lifted her hand to untie her dress belt and helped her take off her blouse and outer robe. When there was only a thin middle coat left, she stopped. Then she pulled the quilt and covered it for her.

"I'll let you go this time. I won't do it again."

Zhong Chun pinched her nose again and went out to the yard to help song's mother prepare dinner.

To dinner time, song Xijiao still did not wake up, even call can not wake up. Song's mother frowned anxiously: "how much wine did you drink? A girl's home. She came back drunk and drunk outside. What kind of words?"

"I'll take care of her. You go and have a rest."

Zhongchun comforted his mother song and sent him to the door. He folded himself and sat down in front of the bed. Looking at the dark room, he sat silently for a long time.

Then, he took off his boots and robe, opened the quilt and lay down beside song Xijiao.

She was still asleep and had no sign of waking up.

Zhong Chun half lifted her up and let her rest on his arm. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, he grinned and went over to peck her lips.

"I used to indulge you too much. You are my wife. I'll see what you do tomorrow."

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