All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

Song Xiang smiled wantonly and raised the corners of his lips: "When we get married, please show me what you are wearing!"

Qian Shuxing gave an almost inaudible hum and told Song Xiang reluctantly: "Xiangxiang can only think about me from now on, not those hooker boys!"

"Besides, how sincere can the waiter in the hook bar be? He is just coveting Xiangxiang's money. Xiangxiang must not be fooled."

Song Xiang laughed: "Okay, I will listen to you!"

"However, Mr. Shu Xing, don't you know enough about your future wife's family property?" Song Xiang tsked lightly, "I'm so poor, how can I have any money to squander it in a brothel?"

Qian Shuxing muttered: "Even if you have money, you are not allowed to go..."

"Okay!" Song Xiang agreed and said to Qian Shuxing, "Master Shuxing, the man with the jade tree facing the wind, my future husband, can you close your eyes now?"

"Huh? Why did you close your eyes?" Although he was confused, he still obeyed Song Xiang's request and narrowed his eyes.

Song Xiang smiled gently, took out the long and narrow sandalwood box from his arms, and put it into Qian Shuxing's hand.

"Open your eyes and see..."

Qian Shuxing suddenly opened his eyes, his deep eyes slowly lowered. He tremblingly opened the box in his hand and saw a bamboo hosta, and he felt joy in his chest.

"Like it?"

The tenderness in Song Xiang's eyes was like a breeze, gently blowing through Qian Shuxing's heart, causing tiny ripples.

"I like it! Xiangxiang, thank you for your gift!"

Song Xiang picked up the hairpin from Qian Shuxing's hand and inserted it into his bun. He smiled and praised: "Qian Shuxing looks even better when he puts on the hairpin!"

"You talkative!" Qian Shuxing took out a box from his arms, opened it and said, "I also have a gift for you!"

"What is it?" Song Xiang stepped forward to take a closer look and saw a pair of exquisitely carved jade pendants with two birds, tightly inlaid together.

Qian Shuxing took out half of it and put it on for Song Xiang, and then put the other half around his neck.

He said happily: "Xiangxiang, peacocks are loyal birds. I hope that we can be like this pair of peacocks in the future, watching each other and never leaving!"

"I like it very much!" Song Xiang took it in his hand and rubbed it with joy, "We will definitely be like these peacocks, never leaving!"

Qian Shuxing smiled, couldn't help but approach Song Xiang, and kissed him on his own initiative. Song Xiang was forced to accept the kiss, with a mischievous smile in his eyes...

She held the back of Qian Shuxing's head with one hand, and hugged his waist with the other. She no longer restricted her lips and teeth, but instead dug in little by little.

Qian Shuxing suddenly opened his eyes wide and wanted to retreat but it was too late.

After a deep kiss, both of them were panting.

"Xiangxiang..."

What should he do? He is going to be completely immersed in Xiangxiang's tenderness and sweetness...

Song Xiang rested his head on Qian Shuxing's shoulder, raised his head and said, "I'm going to Xuanyang Mansion in a few days. I'm so nervous thinking about meeting my mother-in-law and father-in-law next month..."

Qian Shuxing's ears were particularly sensitive. When he heard the words "mother-in-law," his smiling eyes were suddenly covered with coldness.

Realizing that the people around him had lost their voices, Song Xiang asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Shu Xing doesn't want me to go to your house to propose marriage?"

"No!" Qian Shuxing subconsciously denied it and said uneasily: "Xiangxiang, I have lived with my father since I was a child, and my mother is not in the city."

"Why not in Fucheng?" Realizing that things might not be that simple, Song Xiang also retracted his smile, "Shu Xing, is our marriage not as easy as imagined?"

Qian Shuxing nodded and said in a serious tone: "Without my mother's approval, I'm afraid my father will not let go easily!"

"Ah? How could this be so?" Song Xiang frowned and said with a touch of melancholy in his heart, "What should I do? If I can't marry Shu Xing, I will go crazy!"

Qian Shuxing took Song Xiang into his arms and couldn't help comforting him: "Xiangxiang, when I go to Fucheng, I will make peace with my father. Xiangxiang, I will only marry you. I can't live without you." .”

Song Xiang nodded sadly and asked tentatively: "If your parents are not willing to marry you to me, what should you do?"

Qian Shuxing said firmly: "Then I will become a monk until they agree!"

"No!" Song Xiang covered Qian Shuxing's mouth, feeling a little depressed.

The two of them arrived at Xishan and wandered around casually, hiding their concerns from each other and not having much fun.

This spring outing was originally a casual trip, but I had to return disappointed.

After sending Qian Shuxing outside the alley of Liang Gong's house, Taro drove back to Song Mansion.

...

Dengzhu took a sip of water and panted to report to Feng Mian: "Master, the younger one rented a carriage and followed Taro's carriage all the way to the outside of the city. He saw the eldest lady boarding a young master's carriage."

"The younger one didn't see the young master's appearance, so he followed them all the way to Xishan. When the young master got out of the car, he finally saw his appearance. Tsk tsk, he looks just like the god who descended to earth..."

Dengzhu was about to say something, but Feng Mian could no longer listen: "She had a tryst with a young master? Who is he?"

"I don't know him either, but I am sure that the young master is not one of our border people!"

Feng Mian's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile and said, "I understand, you can go down first!"

He put down his scriptures, stood up and sat in front of the window, his thoughts already as chaotic as a cobweb.

Song Xiang has someone he likes...

When the new husband comes in, how should he live in the Song family?

How could she fall in love with someone else so quickly? Feng Miankun sat there, confused.

Song Xiang returned to his house, walked straight to the study, closed the door, and stopped talking.

When Dengzhu saw Song Xiang entering the study, he took the initiative to run to Taro and asked, "Sister Taro, where did you go to play today? Why does the eldest lady look so unhappy!"

Taro glanced at Dengzhu and said arrogantly: "Want to know?"

Dengzhu kept nodding.

Taro grinned: "I won't tell you!"

Dengzhu snorted and left angrily.

...

Elephant House…

Nong Yueyi was lying on the bedside, looking unhappy.

There was a waiter sitting on the stool next to the round table, and he was persuading Nong Yue non-stop: "Nong Yue, please stop screwing me. Miss Lu family has spent so much money just to support you, how dare you still do it?" Keep people out!”

"Miss Lu's spending is generous, isn't it better than Song Xiang's?"

"Are you still attached to that Song Xiang? Nong Yue, my brother is not telling you. If we, the dark prostitutes like us, can have a girl to support us all the time, we should be satisfied!"

"If you want to get married, wouldn't you be making a fool of yourself? Do you think those good people who follow others will end up well?"

"Miss Lu is willing to support you, so what does it matter if you try to sway her with your words? But you don't want to, and you want to pounce on Song Xiang..."

Nong Yue interrupted the young man's persuasion and said in a strong tone: "Brother Zimo, there is no need to say any more. My love for Song Xiang will never change."