Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Xian'a's head was raised and lowered, lowered and raised again, repeated and tangled in Murong Chong's eyes.

"Why don't you dare to look at me?" Murong Chong asked.

"I didn't..." Xian'a denied it, but turning her head away had already betrayed her.

"Don't want to say?" Murong Chong continued to ask.

"No..." Xian'a softly denied.

Murong Chong took her hand and held it in the palm of his hand, and said softly: "Since we are married, I can't let go as easily as before, but if you are really unhappy, I don't want to make things difficult for you."

"I didn't mean that, why do you always think like this?" Xian'a panicked for a moment, looking at Murong Chong and defending.

"But I always think this way, you are with me, but your thoughts are always not with me."

"Who said there is no..." Xian'a looked at Murong Chong aggrievedly, but didn't know how to continue.

"Then what were you thinking just now?"

"You..." Xian'a's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Although Murong Chong heard it, he was still a little puzzled: "I am sitting with you, but you still think of me as if you lost your soul?"

"Who lost his soul!" Xian'a retorted dissatisfied.

"Look at the way you looked just now, it's obvious." Murong Chong said, squeezed her hand, and said, "Since you said you were thinking of me, you should tell me in detail, so as to save me from worrying. "

"I...you...I don't want to say it." Xian'a faltered for a long time and still lowered her head.

"If you don't tell me, how can I feel at ease?"

"Why don't you believe me?"

Murong Chong rubbed her head, although he smiled but looked helpless: "It's not that I don't believe in you, it's that I don't believe in myself."

"Actually, you just don't trust me. If you trust me, you won't worry about me being with you. If you trust me, you won't worry about my being unhappy."

Murong Chong stretched out his hand and scratched her nose: "You used to talk back to me."

Seeing her rubbing her nose in dissatisfaction, Murong Chong pulled her into his arms, gently rubbed her earlobe with his lips, and said half aloud: "I really don't know what trust is, Xian, don't you I know, I can't always feel at ease..."

"Why?" Xian'a leaned on Murong Chong's shoulder, her body had already lost strength.

Murong Chong didn't answer, but Xian'a could feel his long and soundless sigh, the breath caressing her ear.

By chance, Xian'a said inexplicably: "I was actually thinking just now, why were you so beautiful back then?"

"When?"

Xian'a seemed to be bewitched by something, she stroked Murong Chong's face with one hand, and looked straight into his eyes: "When you are emotional, your brows, your eyes, your nose, your lips, Your face can't even compare with the most beautiful women in the world, I can't help but think about their beauty."

Murong Chong smiled, and pressed a kiss on the palm of the hand she put on his face: "The most beautiful woman you've ever seen?"

"No." Xian A shook her head.

"Then how do you say I am more beautiful than her?"

"In my heart it is."

After Xian'a finished speaking, Murong Chong sealed his lips with his lips, regained consciousness, and the two of them lay back on the bed again.

Murong Chong deliberately bit her lightly, and then said: "I want to tell you three things. The first thing, since you have lost your soul because of what I think, I will sacrifice a little bit, and let you take a good look at it." I look emotional."

Murong Chong bent down again to seal her breath into his lips, and when she was out of breath, watching her blushing and panting with her mouth slightly open, he continued: "Second thing, how can you take it? What about comparing your own husband with a woman? You should be punished."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and swallowed the red plum on her chest and fiddled with it, then stepped forward and entered her body.Seeing her frowning because of the sudden intrusion, she groaned ambiguously, and finally said: "The third thing, at this time, you can be distracted by your husband's face, so it seems that being a husband is not enough." Work hard. I will punish my husband and work harder for you."

There was no other words in the room, only the woman sobbed and hummed softly for some reason.

The people who were waiting outside the house to clean up the dishes could only silently move to the distance.

Everyone lowered their heads tacitly. This kind of time is the most tormented. Let's stand here, listen to the base of the master's wall, and leave. I'm afraid that the master will have orders later, so I can only find a suitable position by myself.

It's been three days since the wedding, and Gu Xinyue didn't have a chance to have a good chat with Xian'a again. Qian'a didn't come to see her, and she didn't want to disturb the newlyweds, but today a letter came from Xinyuelou, without her , things in the building are messed up a lot, so she can only come to say goodbye, and have a good chat with Xian'a by the way.

But as soon as he stepped into the gate of the courtyard, he saw a group of servants standing in the courtyard with their heads bowed. They were about to ask what was going on. When they got closer, they heard a few whimpers. The voice was very sad for Gu Xinyue. I feel that I am really familiar with it.

Now there is no need to ask, and there is no need to say goodbye, Gu Xinyue sighed.Why does it feel like Murong Chong is like a shameless piao, who stole Gu Xinyue's girl from her, and even arrogantly yelled in front of her.

I really wanted to grab him from the bed, but I couldn't.

Gu Xinyue poked the maid standing next to her: "Let me ask you, how long have they been here?"

"About...a stick of incense..." The maid could only falter and falter with a blushing answer.

Gu Xinyue nodded after listening, and nodded carefreely: "It's okay, it's just that you don't know how to control yourself at this age, what can you do in the future."

What she said immediately made other people bury their heads lower. They didn't have the guts to talk about the master, and even if they had the guts, it would be inappropriate.

Seeing their appearance, Gu Xinyue could only wave her hands helplessly: "Okay, okay, you guys stay here and listen, I'll go back first. When they're over, don't forget to tell your master Once I came."

Everyone could only nod helplessly in answer, and then looked at the back of Gu Xinyue leaving gracefully and gracefully, feeling extremely envious in their hearts.

After Gu Xinyue left for a cup of tea, the sound of clouds and rain in the house finally came to an end with a long sigh.

"Are you still distracted this time?" Murong Chong lay beside Xian'a, looking at her with his head propped on one hand.

"I won't tell you." Xian Ala covered her face with the quilt to avoid his gaze.

"At that time, you said that your husband is the best in the world, why don't you even want to watch it now?" Murong Chong made a gesture to pull down the quilt that covered her, and joked: "Even if you cover the quilt So, my husband can also imagine according to his own memory..."

"You are becoming more and more serious in your speech!" Xian'a poked her head out of the quilt and looked at Murong Chong.