Allow her to be pampered

The nurse came to change the drip medicine just before the o'clock, but as soon as she opened the door, she found something obstructed.

So she used all her strength to finally open the door, but unexpectedly, she saw that there was no life in the room, and there was a dead body on the ground in front of her.

The appearance of Bai Pingting's death was not beautiful, just like the people she had killed, her whole body was corroded by arsenic, her skin was cracked, her fingers were deformed, and her posture was distorted.

Master Bai died on the sickbed, his blood was coagulated, the medicine could not flow into his body, so it was blocked in the rubber tube, and he remained still.

Seeing this, the nurse immediately screamed and fled to ask the doctor.

In the sick corridor, there is still a noisy scene, no one cares about the life and death of others.

Wu Qingzhi walked out of the hospital porch unhurriedly. On that side, the car of Wu Mansion was waiting in front of the road.

Chi Rong had already seen him from afar, and now that he was getting closer, he poked out his little furry head from the car window, and shook his hand vigorously.

"You are so slow! Come here quickly!"

Chi Rong pursed her mouth and yelled in dissatisfaction. Wu Qingzhi immediately quickened her pace after hearing the words.

In the mid-winter season, it was cold after the rain, only to see a few wisps of white air coming out of Wu Qingzhi's mouth, so he hurriedly ran into the car.

Once he sat down firmly, Wu Qingzhi deliberately teased and said: "Why, you are so urgent, don't you miss me too much?"

Chi Rong squinted at Wu Qing, and was about to refute, but saw that his eyes were tired, so he responded: "Yes, I just miss you!"

As the car moved, Chi Rong didn't ask about Bai Pingting's content. She and Wu Qingzhi leaned against each other, just quietly watching the scenery outside the window recede one after another, as if they were gone forever.

Right now, the new year is approaching. Firstly, the new year is coming. Every household has to put up window grilles. According to Wu Qingzhi's instructions in previous years, they can go to the street to buy some ready-made patterns.

However, today is not what it used to be. After all, they are family members. During the festivals, they should do it by themselves, so that they can have a lot of fun.

So, as soon as he returned home, Wu Qingzhi called the housekeeper, and immediately told him to buy red paper. Who knew that after he said it, he knew that everything was ready.

The butler smiled and said, "Young master——no, master, Madam is more worried about these happy gadgets than you are!"

But hearing the sound of master, Wu Qingzhi froze for a moment, and then smiled again.

"I'm behind this time," Wu Qingzhi said softly, "Then ask the cook to think about how to prepare sea fish, so that Madam won't get stuck in her throat next time she eats river fish."

Seeing that the two masters and their husbands are very affectionate, the butler is very happy in his heart, even though Mrs. Wu has passed away, maybe he can know it from the spring and smile for a hundred years.

Wu Qingzhi went back to the room. He was taking off the cashmere shawl on his shoulders when Chi Rong kicked his legs, shook off his shoes and socks, and immediately got into the quilt.

Chi Rong only covered himself tightly, from Wu Qingzhi's perspective, he could only see the small mouth and nose exposed in the gap.

Wu Qingzhi said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you are not afraid of the cold when you are young?"

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward, pinned Chi Rong through the quilt, and kissed him heavily.

Chi Rong exposed his mouth and nose for the purpose of secretly taking a breath, but now that his lips are missing, he can only ask Wu Qingzhi, but the situation is reversed, just like her courtship.

Wu Qingzhi never refused, and immediately deepened the long kiss with satisfaction, and only lifted the quilt when his lips gradually separated.

He saw Chi Rong's flushed face and a pair of foggy eyes.

Wu Qingzhi said persuasively, "Chi Rong, open your mouth, let me see your throat."

Chi Rong covered her mouth: "It's okay, the thorns have been pulled out, I can still do it, I will still eat fish tonight."

"Not right," Wu Qingzhi tapped his fingertips, rubbing those chubby lips repeatedly, his phoenix eyes smiling, "And I think you've regressed a bit."

"What a step back, what a step back! My fish-eating skills will not go back!"

Chi Rong immediately yelled, and Wu Qingzhi seized the opportunity between his lips and teeth, and put two fingers into his mouth.

Those two slender fingers pressed against Chi Rong's teeth, as if being deeply held by her.

Wu Qingzhi's throat tightened, and a charming thought came to his mind.

"Chi Rong, I see that you haven't spoken English for a long time, and you will probably regress."

Wu Qingzhi's provocative provocation can be called Meng Lang.

He asked: "Chi Rong, what should you call me?"

Chi Rong couldn't speak clearly, so he mumbled out two words: "Old Wu."

Wu Qingzhi immediately went to strip her collar.

As soon as he made a move, Chi Rong really stopped his playful expression, only blinked his eyes, twisted his body, and looked pitiful.

"What will I say if you don't take your hands away!"

Wu Qing withdrew a finger with a half-smile, and Chi Rong immediately heard Chi Rong moaning: "...No, isn't it Husband!"

He is so opportunistic, until he hears enough love words.

However, with Wu Qingzhi's rigorous personality, after molesting, he always had to seriously check Chi Rong's English. Who knows, after only a few questions, he had already figured out the bottom line.

Chi Rong has an attitude towards learning oral English that burns after reading.

Once he learned it, he forgot it, and he had to beat him repeatedly before he could regain it.

But Wu Qingzhi's whipping was not just whipping.

He really took this opportunity to make a big fuss, kissing and caressing, all depending on the situation, can be used as rewards or punishments.

After several days in a row, Chi Rong's lips and tongue were almost fluent, and he matured on a deeper level.

Wu Qingzhi loved those delicate lips very much.

The shadow of Master Wu's death still lingers, but Chi Rong is Wu Qingzhi's antidote. Day and night, they stay together and are deeply in love.

In this way, it is a young year.

On that day, some snowflakes flew outside the house. Such a little surprise was enough for Chi Rong to be happy for a whole day.

As soon as she woke up in the morning, Chi Rong clamored to go to a snowball fight. Wu Qingzhi found a cotton-padded jacket and trousers, and wrapped her into a round sausage before giving up.

So Chi Rong squatted slowly in the courtyard to collect snowballs, but after all, it was light snow, without snow, so there was no snowball fight, and he could only enjoy the ice flowers, making a kind of elegant aesthetic.

Wu Qingzhi clicked on Chi Rong, and said with a soft smile, "Chi Rong, there will be heavy snow during the Chinese New Year, and I will accompany you in snowball fights and snowmen, okay?"

Of course, with him by his side, nothing bad will happen.

Chi Rong then smiled and gestured to Wu Qingzhi a few times: "Then how about going to my house to celebrate the New Year this year? There are red envelopes to take!"

This is not a big problem, but at that time, it was still the way that the husband was the guide for the wife, and staying in the wife's natal family on New Year's Eve was a kind of loss of power for the husband.

However, Wu Qingzhi is by no means a person who sticks to feudal ethics, his pampering and doting towards Chi Rong is clearly disregarding others.

Then she nodded, her phoenix eyes were affectionate, and she said softly: "Chi Rong, this is our first year, I cherish it."