[BL]The Male Wife

Chapter 78

On the morning of New Year's Day, Xiyuan and Beiyuan were in a mess.

Hu Xiayun got up early because Uncle Jiang did not come to his room during this time, so he got up early to cook Uncle Jiang soup to please his man. But who thought that when Hu Xiayun ran far away from Xiyuan to Beiyuan with the cooked soup, he immediately collapsed.

There is also a woman in Uncle Jiang's room.

If there is another concubine in Uncle Jiang's room, it is okay to say, after all, men, there will always be a need at night. But what Hu Xiayun didn't expect was that the little fairies in Uncle Jiang's bed who were not in the backyard turned out to be Qiuyi!

The cheesy girl who betrayed herself!

Hu Xiayun immediately dumped the soup. When the sound of the porcelain bowl falling on the ground completely awakened the two people who were still asleep on the bed, Hu Xiayun pointed at the uncle Jiang and Qiu Yi, and completely collapsed.

Chun Yi, who followed Hu Xiayun, was also startled, then screamed and immediately turned around, daring not to watch the scene in front of him again. Qiu Yi was originally shy on her cheeks. After seeing Hu Xiayun and Chun Yi, her face was pale and her faint colors all faded. She gripped the corner of the quilt with pitiful hands and looked at Uncle Jiang pitifully.

Uncle Jiang was not the kind of man who would pity fragrant and cherish jade, but this Qiu Yi had just slept with himself for a night, coughing, sullenly, and said seriously, "What to call for the New Year, go out."

Chunyi realized that she had just made a mistake, dropped her head, walked out in a hurry, closed the wooden door quietly, and then stood at the door.

Hu Xiayun's shortness of breath, his eyes seem to have quenched poison, roared, "You are looking for a woman, you can't look down on so many women at home, but you want to go to bed with a lowly person, named Jiang, you put me here Where? Is there still me in your eyes! "Qiu Yi rolled her body around with a quilt to avoid the spring light, but when she heard Hu Xiayun's words, she shook her hand and almost let go.

Uncle Jiang lifted the corner of the quilt. In front of Hu Xiayun and Qiu Yi, he put on his clothes frankly. Finally, he lowered his head and tied his belt while saying, "How long will you have to lie around in the New Year."

With tears in his eyes, Hu Xiayun said, "Since I know that today is the Chinese New Year, I should not lie on a bed with such a humble person for a good day, not to mention, but also dirty."

Uncle Jiang put on his clothes, picked up several women's dresses on the ground, and threw his head on Qiuyi's head without looking at the grievances on Qiuyi's face. He looked helplessly at Hu Xiayun and said, " It's not too early, let's go to see my mother. "

Hu Xiayun pushed back the tears in his eyes, and the tears on the first day of the New Year were the most unlucky. If it was spread, the old lady might have to throw herself away.

Hu Xiayun forced himself to calm down, and then followed the steps of Uncle Jiang in the direction of the door. "Fujun and ... I am afraid that it will reach the ears of the old lady. This matter is not good to hear."

Uncle Jiang's footsteps followed, and he continued to walk as if nothing had happened. "I have my own arrangement on this matter, so you don't need to say more."

Hu Xiayun looked coldly at the back of Uncle Jiang who was the first to leave, snorted, and told the house servant standing at the door: "Go call the little **** inside and let her kneel in my yard without my orders. Get up, understand. "

The domestic servant felt a little chilly, but he did not dare to disobey Hu Xiayun's order and nodded.

On the other side.