[Wearing Books] The little milk fish raised by the master is soft and flirtatious

Su Zhuo's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously held Sancho's hand and held it in his palm.

He used to want to send the little mermaid away, but now when the little mermaid wanted to leave by herself, he felt only reluctance.

He was afraid, afraid that the little mermaid really wanted to leave him, afraid that if she really left him, she would never see her again.

San Qiao said with red eyes: "Su Zhuo, you are about to get married, so if you force me to stay here, won't you be afraid that Shen Qingqing will feel uncomfortable?"

Or we must keep him here for Shen Weiwei.

"Jojo, I didn't, I..."

Su Zhuo didn't know what to say for a while, if he wanted to say that he was for him, but he was the one who brought the little mermaid back.

"Jojo, I will pick you up, I don't want to leave you behind."

Su Zhuo squatted down beside the bed, looked at the little mermaid on the bed, and held his hand tightly.

"Pick me up, will you take Shen Qingqing to pick me up after you get married? Su Zhuo, you big liar, I won't wait for you now, and I don't want to go back to your broken mountain again."

Sancho got out of bed and wanted to leave.

Su Zhuo took his hand, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Jojo, I'm sorry, don't go."

There was a trace of prayer in Su Zhuo's voice.

These days, he is also trying hard not to think about Sancho, not to go to Sancho, even if he hears Sancho's rambling voice in the sound transmission stone, he will not answer.

He was afraid that he would regret marrying Shen Qingqing, but he regretted it after all, but there was no way out.

"Su Zhuo, let me go, you liar, you big scumbag, go hold that little green tea and die alone, I don't want to save her."

Sancho's face was forced to be buried tightly in Su Zhuo's chest, and his voice came out muffled. He struggled hard, but he couldn't resist Su Zhuo's strength.

San Qiao was short of breath, and bit Su Zhuo's chest fiercely, through the clothes, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat before giving up.

Su Zhuo's body trembled slightly, and he let him bite, his hands still hugging Sancho's back.

He didn't let go until the little mermaid finished venting and started crying again.

Holding Sancho's face in both hands, Su Zhuo said seriously: "Qiao Qiao, calm down first, and I'll explain to you later."

Sancho's shoulders trembled and he cried loudly.

Su Zhuo frowned and looked at his bare feet, then directly picked up the little mermaid and put him on the bed, hugged him in his arms and patted his back gently.

When finally crying enough, Sancho stopped and sobbed softly.

"I'm going to get you some porridge, you drink some first, haven't eaten in the past few days?" Su Zhuo said.

Sancho didn't speak, Su Zhuo got up and went to the kitchen to serve him porridge.

As soon as he went out, he saw Shen Qingqing walking into the yard.

"Senior brother Su, the wedding dress is already ready. Qingqing made it by herself. I'll try it on to see if it fits you. If it doesn't fit, gently go back and change it."

Shen Weiwei's face was slightly red, with a bit of shyness.

The little mermaid hadn't eaten for several days, Su Zhuo was in a hurry to serve him porridge, so he said casually, "You can put it inside first." Then he hurried into the kitchen.

Shen gently walked into the room with a bright red wedding dress, the door of the inner room was not closed, she saw the little mermaid on the bed with red eyes at a glance.

Holding the wedding dress in her hand, she walked into the room in small steps and put it on the table.

The two talked about it last time, so Shen Qingqing didn't need to pretend in front of Sancho.

"Why did you come back at this time? Could it be that the younger brother is here to ask for a glass of wedding wine? It just so happens that I come to try on the wedding clothes for Senior Brother Su, so the younger brother should also come and see?"

Sancho raised his head when he heard the voice, and frowned in disgust after seeing Shen Qingqing.

"Aren't you going to marry Gu Mucheng? Why did you suddenly marry Su Zhuo?"

This is the question that Sancho has always wanted to ask. In the original text, Shen Qingqing's favorite person has always been Gu Mucheng.

"I saved Su Zhuo's life, why does he like you?" Shen gently growled, and her thick bangs couldn't stop the haze in her eyes.

Sancho wanted to laugh, but he did.

He got out of bed and took two steps forward barefoot, keeping some distance from Qingqing.

"Shen Qingqing, ask yourself, did you really hurt Su Zhuo when you strayed into the snow all those years ago?"

Shen lightly lowered his eyes, a little guilty, but still said: "Of course it is, does the younger brother have other words."

Back then, in order not to be blamed by her father, she made a random lie, but she didn't expect that Su Zhuo felt indebted to her for so many years, so she bit her to death even more, saying that she was looking for Su Zhuo.

"Back then, if Su Zhuo hadn't carried you all the way out of the snow, you would have been the one who would have died, but you had lied to him for more than ten years because of this, Shen Qingqing, Su Zhuo is stupid, you just treat it like the truth and no one will ever know Yet?"

"No, you're talking nonsense, I'm just looking for him, I'm not lost, I'm just looking for him..."

Shen Weiwei was pierced, a little flustered, and subconsciously picked up the porcelain cup on the table and threw it at Sancho.

The teacup flew past Sancho's temples and smashed against the bedpost, but the teacup lid landed on Sancho's forehead impartially, splashing a cup of cold tea on his face.

Su Zhuo, who had just walked to the door, heard the sound of broken porcelain, and suddenly thought of Shen Qingyuan who had just entered the room.

He quickly dodged into the room, put the porridge in his hand on the table, and saw Sancho covering his forehead with one hand.

Walking over, taking Sancho's hand and looking at the swollen forehead and the tea all over his body, Su Zhuo hugged him into his arms.

For the first time, he looked at Shen Qingqing's eyes with some chills.

"Apologize." Su Zhuo said.

"Brother Su, I..."

Shen Weiwei immediately put on a weak look again, but she bit her lip, but she couldn't find a reason.

After saying sorry in a low voice, Shen gently turned around and ran out the door.

Shen Weiwei thought that Su Zhuo would chase him out, so she deliberately slowed down her pace, but after a long time there was no movement, she could only stomp her feet and return to Yuqiong Peak angrily.

In the room, Su Zhuo carried the little mermaid horizontally and put him on the bed, took a clean square cloth, and wiped the water stains on his face and body little by little.

He took another ointment and carefully applied it to his forehead.

"Sorry, I didn't expect Qingqing to be like this." Su Zhuo blamed himself a little.

"It's okay, you are getting married, she should be angry when she sees me on your bed, and I will move out later." Sancho's voice was a little hoarse, letting Su Zhuo dictate.

"Qiaoqiao, I married Qingqing only because of her poor health, I only treat her as my younger sister..."

Su Zhuo felt distressed seeing the appearance of the little mermaid, but he didn't know what to do.

Sancho didn't speak, his eyes fell on the wedding dress that Shen Qingqing brought.

The color is bright red, and the pattern is outlined with gold thread, which is already extremely beautiful without unfolding.

He hasn't seen Su Zhuo wearing red clothes yet.

Thinking that Su Zhuo looks good, he must look good in it, but he feels uncomfortable when he thinks that this is the wedding dress for Shen Qingqing.

After Su Zhuo finished giving him the medicine, he said: "The wedding dress that Shen Qingqing brought just now, please put it on and show me."

Su Zhuo just wanted to refuse, but he repeated again: "I want to watch."

San Qiao finally talked to him, Su Zhuo could only do as he said, slowly took off his clothes, and put on a red wedding dress.

Sancho looked at him, dazed, and said after a while: "I'm hungry."

So Su Zhuo hurriedly took the fish porridge he had cooked, and went to the bedside to feed him.

San Qiao's eyes had been fixed on Su Zhuo's wedding dress, and suddenly felt that the red color was a bit dazzling. He raised his hand, knocked over the whole bowl of porridge, and sprinkled it all on the wedding dress.

The bright red Xifu is covered with milky white sticky rice grains and some diced fish.

Sancho instantly felt more pleasing to the eye, and he raised his voice and said: "Su Zhuo, I'm hungry."

Su Zhuo looked at his wedding clothes, didn't say anything, turned around and took another bowl of rice with him.

After overturning three bowls, Sancho finally felt relieved. He growled hungry and drank two bowls for his face.

Su Zhuo cooked a pot of porridge, but he didn't drink it himself, it was all on his clothes.

However, the little mermaid's complexion has improved a lot, and this wedding dress can be regarded as a contribution.

In the evening, Sancho took all Su Zhuo's quilt and pillows away, and went back to the room where he didn't live for a long time.

Holding a pillow in her arms, covered with two quilts, she lay on the bed and sighed.

"San San, I want to leave, Su Zhuo is going to marry Shen Qingqing, even if I sleep with Su Zhuo, I'm still a mistress."

He made up his mind, even if he could only survive by wiping his body in the future, he would not stay here.

You have to worry about when you will be stewed every day, maybe you have to watch Su Zhuo and Shen Qingqing show their affection.

At worst, he went out and endured until the end of the plot, and then went home. Anyway, Su Zhuo was just a paper man, so he really fed the dog.

[Master, at the end of the plot, the hero and the heroine are happily married and will be together forever. 】

"That's right, can't I go home when it's over?"

【Master, it’s the male lead and the female lead, but Su Zhuo is not the male lead. Now the plot is going off track. If he can’t correct it in time, the master will never go back. 】

"What?" Sancho sat up suddenly from the bed.

Why did he forget that the hero in the original text is Gu Mucheng? Isn't this Su Zhuo robbing someone's wife?

Sancho collapsed on the bed again, turning from side to side.

It seems that he can't leave yet, so he has to think of a way to send Shen Qingqing back to where he came from.

After thinking for a long time, Sancho couldn't figure out what to do, and then fell asleep when he was sleepy.

When I woke up, the sun was shining brightly, and the two quilts were not cold. It was a rare good night's sleep.

After getting up, Sancho was waving and practicing Tai Chi in the yard while thinking about the plot.

Su Zhuo prepared breakfast for him, and he was satisfied when he finished his activities.

Then I went outside the door and tore off all the red silk hanging from the peach tree, took it to the edge of the peach forest and tied it to two peach trees on the side of the road, blocking the road.

When he did these, Su Zhuo was always by his side, even when the red silk was too high, he would take the initiative to help pull it.

After finishing these, Sancho turned to look at Su Zhuo behind him, walked slowly over, and grabbed Su Zhuo's collar.

Standing on tiptoe, Sancho could only reach Su Zhuo's chin, so he pulled Su Zhuo's body down to get close to his ear.

"Su Zhuo, you slept with me before, but now you want to marry someone else, there is no way."

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth fiercely on Su Zhuo's ear.