Chief Assistant's Fugitive Wife

Chapter 81 Is it so easy to sleep with a wife?
The beauty's smile from the heart is brighter than the warm summer sun.

Seeing Su Yuheng smiling so happily, Tang Miaoyan's mood improved instantly.

It's even weirder now!
She casually picked up the teacup he put aside, and drenched his body with her fingers while jumping:
"Sayin Jiyatu (good luck), Wuli Jitai (auspicious), Sani Senqiling (wishful)."

"You can also speak Donghu?"

Su Yuheng raised his hand to wipe the tea on his fair and handsome face, which she exaggeratedly threw on him, and asked with raised eyebrows.

"Is this Donghu language? I don't know what it is, but I just learned it after listening to it for fun."

It was only now that Tang Miaoyan realized that she was overly excited, and she revealed all the blessings she learned during her previous life's trip to Inner Mongolia.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and was able to justify herself.

"You can actually speak Donghu?"

She immediately brought the conversation back to him.

In ancient times, there were no foreign language classes that can be seen everywhere in modern times.

Therefore, mastering a foreign language is definitely a stunt for a small number of high-level people.

"More than that. In order to enter the Imperial Academy, I taught myself Donghu, Xixia, Oirat, Khitan, Goryeo, Persian, and Japanese."

Su Yuheng put his hands behind his back, smiled and shook his head slightly, looking at her with soft eyes that could drown someone.

Tang Miaoyan did stop laughing and looked at him in shock.

Self-taught seven foreign languages?

Oh my god!
Top students are top students.

Listening to the casual tone of others, how can it be a foreign language that I have never even heard before?

It is as simple as saying, I went to a banquet yesterday and ate seven dishes.

"Where is Sarah!"

Tang Miaoyan turned around and was about to run.

You can't talk about others, so what are you talking about?
"Ya Butterfly!"

Su Yuheng grabbed her and replied to her very seriously.

"Pfft! Hahaha..."

Now Tang Miaoyan laughed until her stomach ached.

Such a handsome and sunny guy, why, why...

Hahahaha!

Laughed her to death.

Su Yuheng held Tang Miaoyan's hand, and watched her laughing until her legs became so weak that she fell to her feet.

After a few inexplicable seconds, he also laughed along with her.

"Where is your laughing point? If you don't say it, can you still laugh?"

Isn't it weird?

Tang Miaoyan laughed so hard that she couldn't help herself, she took her hand away from his palm and hugged his slender thigh instead.

Only in this way can I ensure that I don't fall to the ground.

"Handsome guy, please don't say no in Japanese language in the future. You can use any language, but this is not enough! Hahaha..."

She smiled so that her pretty face was flushed red, and tears were looming in the corners of her eyes.

No no no, laugh shit at her!
"why?"

Seeing her smiling so happily, he bent down and touched her smooth cheek, and asked softly in an extremely coaxing tone.

Tang Miaoyan burst into tears with a smile, looked up at his bewitching black pupils at close range, and answered out of breath:

"Because, because, because it makes me want to throw you down. Hahaha..."

Is it so easy to sleep with a wife?
Can you speak foreign languages?

"Then your entry qualification is much lower than that of the Imperial Academy."

Su Yuheng replied in a serious manner.

But still very kind, took her arm and helped her up.

"You have a good idea! Before you pay for your sins, don't even think about getting into my bed!"

He patted the folds of her skirt, but said firmly when he refused.

"..."

Tang Miaoyan's happy smile froze on her face.

What is this bastard man thinking?

When did she... want to sleep in his bed?
and……

"Do you have a bed for me? Don't forget, you are still sleeping on the table! On the table!"

Tang Miaoyan was so angry that she wanted to hit someone.

Although she did think about some indescribable things, but where does she have the meaning of practice?
She doesn't!
She's not that mango!
"Why are you still scolding, woman?"

Facts have proved that Su Yuheng is not only an excellent student of foreign languages, but also proficient in various dialects.

He understands this capital dialect, so don't want it!
So when Tang Miaoyan was pinched by Su Yuheng's chin angrily, she finally realized that she had played too much!
"I'm just talking nonsense! If you care, I won't talk about it in the future. Don't be angry! Don't be angry!"

Tang Miaoyan immediately patted his chest for comfort.

It's just that the soft palm ran all the way down his neck, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be taking advantage.

Su Yuheng's handsome face flushed, he quickly withdrew his hand, and turned his face away.

"To let you understand, you can't take back what you say. From now on, I will sleep on the bed, and you will sleep on the table."

Su Yuheng coughed lightly, turned around and left after leaving the words.

"..."

No.

She just made a joke.

Why was he suddenly abused, so he could only sleep on the table in the future?
Tang Miaoyan originally thought that he was just talking casually.

After all, Su Yuheng has always been quite masculine.

Whoever imagined it will come to an end this day.

She completely understands what it means to be young and ignorant!
"Are you still writing?"

Tang Miaoyan's hands were sore from grinding the ink, seeing that he was about to dip a pen into the ink again, she was anxious to protect the inkstone that was out of ink.

She polished the ink all night, and the ghost knows how tiring the ancient ink ingots are.

She now misses the Yidege ink poured out of plastic bottles when she was a child, reading and writing large characters.

That's a wake-up call!
"What time is it?"

Su Yuheng moved his wrist, looked at the rice paper with strong handwriting, and asked her without even raising his head.

"The three quarters of Haishi have passed."

That is nine forty-five in the evening.

This is definitely very late in the ancient times when morning bells and evening drums.

"Then I'll stop here."

Su Yuheng put down the brush on the pen stand, stood up slowly and stretched his arms.

Tang Miaoyan burst into tears with excitement, and massaged his shoulders by the way, praising:
"My lord, you are such a good man, but you are so considerate! It's too late, let's go to bed quickly."

She's just recovering, she's still a sick person and needs a lot of rest.

"I can go to sleep, but you can't. This is the copybook I wrote for you, and you copy it ten times. After you finish writing, tidy up the desk and you can sleep on it."

Su Yuheng slightly tilted his head over his shoulder to look at the little girl behind him, and his words were clear and gentle, but they were like thunderbolts, directly blasting on top of Tang Miaoyan's head.

"What are you talking about? It's so late, why should I practice calligraphy?"

This matter is worse than letting her sleep on the table!
"According to your performance today, I find that you are not so stupid that there is no cure. If you have nothing to do, write and read more, and you will not be so easily deceived in the future."

Relying on his tall stature and long legs, Su Yuheng came directly behind her with a slight turn of his heels.

He couldn't help but say that when he pressed her on the chair he had just got up from, he had already added ink to the pen, and then stuffed it into her hand.

Tang Miaoyan looked at the copybook that had inexplicably arrived in front of her eyes in bewilderment.

For a moment, I felt that time went back and I returned to the evil era of reading.

She's a science student, so she's practicing some crazy characters!
Which doctor have you seen who writes in words you can recognize?

Is that still called a doctor?

(End of this chapter)