WIFE CAN'T ESCAPE MTL

Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

Song Luan felt that Zhao Wenyan's fierce and evil looks were better than he didn't say a word. In her eyes, Zhao Wenyan was a child, and her young temperament was unavoidably arrogant. It would be better if she was blown out and vented. It would only become more and more uncomfortable in her heart.

The wind in the early summer was very gentle, the breeze blowing across her cheeks, the fine hair on the forehead fluttered with the wind, the coat fluttered, the golden light fell at dusk, she blew the wind for a while by the pond and returned to her house Here it is.

The candlelight was bright in the room, and the girls in the kitchen were going in and out. Zhao Nanyu had already returned from Dali Temple, unloaded his kimono and put on a light blue regular dress, and his whole face looked more delicate just after bathing. The eyebrows are clean, the skin is fair, the temperament is like blue, and the ice and jade is like an immortal fairy.

Song Luan found that the jade pendant hanging on his waist had never been changed. It was still a piece of old jade in color, not too eye-catching.

She remembered that this should be the relic left by Zhao Nanyu's mother. His mother died of a serious illness. An abandoned prostitute with a few-year-old child was displaced from poverty to poverty, and finally died of illness because he couldn't afford medicine. .

Everything his mother could sell was sold, and he was only left with this piece of jade which was not very valuable.

In this way, Zhao Nanyu's childhood was also very miserable, and it is no wonder that his personality was distorted and morbid after he grew up.

Song Luan quietly withdrew his gaze and sat down opposite him.

Zhao Nanyu's body was faintly scented, lingering on the tip of her nose, which smelled good, but she felt uncomfortable when smelling it, her chest was tight and her throat hurt, she coughed twice and poured a large glass of water.

"not comfortable?"

"Fortunately."

Song Luan remembered that she still had something to tell him, the blood relationship was really wonderful, even if she didn't have the memory of having a baby in October, but she instinctively regarded her brother as her own son, she opened her mouth, Suddenly stopped.

Because she hadn't figured out how to call him, calling her full name seemed too unkind, and she shouted "Ayu" like others, and she felt greasy again.

"Well, I have something to say to you."

"You said."

"I think you are too strict about knowing your brother. He was not too difficult to learn at the age of four. There is an idiom. You should know that it is not good to pull seedlings to help."

Zhao Nanyu smiled angrily, "Strictly? Why did I get him?"

Song Luan tried to reason with him, "The ancient poems you want him to learn are not understandable by a four-year-old kid, and he will not punish him if he learns, wouldn't you be distressed?"

Feng Shui took turns. Before that, Zhao Nanyu would not have thought that Song Luan would one day ask him that he was not distressed about the child and was angry, he said: "The mother has many defeats, you don't want him to be a waste of nothing in the future."

"Strictly not a bad thing, but you are too hasty."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Zhao Nanyu asked her seriously.