WIFE CAN'T ESCAPE MTL

Chapter 31

In the book of "Power Minister", Zai carefully wrote down Zhao Wenyan's love for the original owner's death, but that should also be a year later.

And after she passed over, Song Luan did not have a pleasant time with Zhao Wenyan, and even the two did not even talk, how could Zhao Wenyan like her so much?

But looking at Zhao Nanyu's words and telling her carefully, she didn't seem to be deceiving. Song Luan thought for a moment, thinking of a detail that she had overlooked for a long time. After wearing the book, she always wanted to avoid the plot before the original book. story.

But although some processes have changed, the results are no different.

She was struggling to create the image of a good wife and mother in Zhao Mansion, and wanted the male host to show mercy and spare her life, but she was still poisoned, although not deeply.

She deliberately avoided contact with Zhao Wenyan, and did not want this teenager with a bleak ending to fall in love with him, but he still liked it.

Some of the minutiae that hadn't been noticed by her seemed to confirm her guess. The endings and other emotional lines of other people had changed.

It seems that everything related to her is walking step by step towards the original book.

Song Luan was a little confused. She shook her head and wanted to throw away all these bad thoughts in her mind. Don't scare herself again.

She smiled blankly and tried to say in a light and lively tone: "Ayu, are you drunk?! They all start to talk confusedly."

Zhao Nanyu was not drunk. The words he said were only intended to scare her, and wanted to see what she would do.

He didn't plan to calculate such old accounts with her, and really turned over the old accounts and Song Luan's past could directly kill him.

Zhao Nanyu nodded, his eyes still closed, "Well, I'm drunk."

Song Luan exhaled steadily in the chest, she supported him hard, "Then go to bed early."

"I have headache."

"..." Song Luan answered stiffly, "Maybe it's too much alcohol."

"Yeah."

Zhao Nanyu turned around and refused to say what he wanted her to do. Song Luan was too lazy to guess anymore. It was really tiring.

She helped Zhao Nanyu to bed and took off his shoes. "I'll go to the kitchen and serve you a sober soup."

Zhao Nanyu clutched her cuff tightly with one hand, "I don't want to drink."

He didn't want to drink, and Song Luan just didn't want to serve. At this time, she was exhausted physically and mentally, and just wanted to roll into the bed and get a good night's sleep.

Song Luan lowered his head to see his jade-like face. The man's lips were red and white, his eyebrows were full, and the facial features were touching. She licked her lips and looked at Zhao Nanyu's face a hundred times. good looking.

Song Luan unconsciously stretched out his fingers, carefully depicted on his face, and suddenly realized what she was doing. She quickly withdrew her hands and felt that she had touched his fingertips hotly.

Song Luan forgot to take off his clothes, and lay directly in the bed, facing the direction of the wall, back to the man, and fell asleep soon.

At midnight, Song Luan felt very hot during her deep sleep. Her forehead began to sweat finely, and drops of water dripped down the outline of her cheek.