Houmen's concubine

It's a pity that Mr. is Mr., how can Wang Tong'er, as his student, speak up?
They are decent old couples, what reason can I use to stop him from taking his wife away?

Look at yourself, you are a man, otherwise, maybe you can find an excuse to stay with Jiaojiao.

well!Sometimes being a man is not so convenient.

For example, at this time, I dare not look at the pitiful eyes of my cousin...
In fact, she also has a little bit of caution in her heart, that is, Cousin Jiaojiao didn't just pass through today, it has been two years, she will definitely have a way to deal with it, and Wang Tonger still believes in her clever little cousin.

Wang Tong'er could only feel a little embarrassed and guilty towards her little cousin, rubbed her nose and said, "Then the student will take his leave first, how about getting up early tomorrow to have breakfast with your husband and wife?"

Huawenge heard the words, stroked his gray beard, and said loudly: "Okay, tomorrow I will wait for you to have breakfast with my teacher and wife."

Chen Jiaojiao: Woohoo, not good!
Huawenge's tiger eyes are majestic, but every time those eyes look at his wife, they are always full of tenderness.

When Wang Tong'er left, Hua Wenge held out his old wife's small hand with a warm big hand, which was rare, and Shi Shiran went to a small exquisite courtyard in the guest room at the back under the guidance of the teahouse staff.

It's not that Huawen Pavilion doesn't hold Chen Jiaojiao's hand, it's that there is no such opportunity.

Chen Jiaojiao became nervous for a moment, and twitched her little hand vigorously, but Huawenge's hand is strong, so he had to let him grab it first!
Forget it, anyway, this is not my body, my hand...

Chen Jiaojiao can only do psychological construction by herself, she's a salty fish...
When I was in Wuwei Villa before, Huawen Pavilion used to stay in the main courtyard of Qingfeng Pavilion, and Mrs. Hua lived in Yinfeng Pavilion.Usually, there are not many handovers, because Huawenge is a good gentleman. He not only teaches the students cultural courses, but also teaches them martial arts.Therefore, I usually don't have much free time to come to Madam's Yinfeng Pavilion.

During the past two years, Chen Jiaojiao used various reasons to live with her two cheap sons for a few months.

Back at Wuwei Villa, and then using the excuse of feeling unwell, they were finding excuses to refuse to be alone with him anyway.

Tonight was also one of the few times that I got so close to him, and there was physical contact of holding my hand.

Chen Jiaojiao could smell the fresh scent of pine ink from the old man beside her, wondering why he didn't have the smell of ordinary old people at such an age?
The lifespan of ancient people was very short, but Huawen Pavilion is already a long lifespan.

In fact, the ages of the two of them are already old in ancient times, and it is impossible for children to do something unsuitable, but Chen Jiaojiao can't get over the hurdle in her heart.

Chen Jiaojiao didn't mean that people in Huawenge were not good, but she refused to share the bed with an old man who could be her grandfather...

Thinking about it is an unbearable thing!
Huawen Pavilion is very excited tonight, how long has it been since he held his old wife's hand?

can't remember...
Chen Jiaojiao was led by Huawen Pavilion into a small courtyard. Several octagonal glazed lanterns hanging on the corners of the eaves were blown by the north wind. , even the wind became fierce.

Looking around, I saw that although the courtyard is not big, under the illumination of the glazed lamp, I vaguely feel that although the courtyard is small, the flowers and plants in the courtyard should be good.

Unexpectedly, the ancients really knew how to do business. They opened an inn and turned it into a B&B. The guest rooms also have their own yards.The guest room in front is a suite, there should be three or four.

"Ma'am, this old servant is going to give you a foam bath." As soon as she entered the guest room, Zhu Nai hurriedly said to Chen Jiaojiao.

She followed the Patriarch and Madam, happy to see the Patriarch holding Madam's hand, thinking in her heart: Madam is forgiving the Patriarch, is she letting go of the past and not being angry?

It is said that the masters have a happy relationship, and they feel at ease as slaves.

Not to mention Danzi, he followed behind, grinning happily all the time: The owner of the house has come after suffering...
Although Danzi didn't know the past of the Patriarch and his wife, he still knew some reasons from the older generation of servants.

The shop clerk who sent them in hurriedly said: "You don't need to call for water, the nun has already prepared the hot water for the foam bath in the guest room, and Wen is there."

"Well, thank you." Madam Zhu did not forget to give a handful of copper coins to the shop assistant who led the way: "Brother, take it to buy candy."

"Thank you!" The shop clerk took the copper coin from Nanny Zhu, grinned and thanked: "I will leave without disturbing the rest of the guest." After speaking, he threw the copper coin into his arms, turned and left. go.

Chen Jiaojiao was brought into the dormitory by Huawenge, and just now she let go of her little hand. During this time, she tried to break free several times, but to no avail, she could only let him go.

As soon as I entered the door of the bedroom, I saw the fragrant mist floating from the Ru porcelain incense burner on the desk, and I could smell agarwood intertwined with another unknown fragrance, which was quite pleasant.

The tables, chairs, babu bed and other wooden furniture in the room are all made of red sandalwood. The red peat charcoal stove next to the coffee table is warming a pot of boiling water, probably for guests to make tea.

The charcoal burned in the red clay stove should be silver charcoal, because there is no pungent charcoal smell.

It can be seen that the owner of this teahouse is doing business with heart, and the price of this room is also expensive.

Hua Wenge went to the tea table, knelt down, picked up his sleeves and said to Chen Jiaojiao with a smile on his face: "Jiaojiao, I will make you a pot of light tea for my husband, so as to relieve your tiredness."

Chen Jiaojiao was looking left and right, thinking in her mind.Wen Yan looked towards Huawen Pavilion, "Huh?" Unexpectedly, he fell into a pair of deep and gentle black eyes, and couldn't help blushing, the gentleness was too unexpected.

My heart slanders: This old man's eyes are so seductive.

Fortunately, I am not the original body, if the original body is probably indulging in the gentleness of this old gentleman...
hehe!I have an old body, but a young heart.Not at all cold about it.

"My concubine thanked my husband."

In order not to collapse her design, Chen Jiaojiao, according to the memory of the original owner, still called her cheap husband easily.

After being reminded by him, she was really thirsty, so Chen Jiaojiao knelt and sat down beside her.

During the meal just now, Huawen Pavilion was paying attention to Chen Jiaojiao the whole time. Seeing her eating hot pot happily, she knew that she would definitely be thirsty later.

In addition, before he even had time to take a sip of tea, he was brought to the stage by his little disciple to play the guzheng.

Tonight Jiaojiao was the hardest. The little disciple just stood on the stage and sang with ease, while my old wife played and sang, it took a lot of effort!