The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 83
His shoes were already stuck in the mud, and when he landed on the shore, he was barefoot, pursed his lips and asked expressionlessly, "If you don't want me to touch it, then who do you want?"

Leaning close to her lips to listen, his breath was vague, but he still understood that she called her by a name——Han Ye.

The oil-paper umbrella was overturned in the peach grove, and was blown a few steps away by the wind. Mo Wen didn't bother to pick it up. He dragged the girl in his arms up, and a drop of rain fell from the peach leaves above his head. It hit him between the eyebrows, it was icy cold.He walked back steadily, with dark clothes hanging by his side, and the lower half was covered with wet mud marks, sticky and sticky. He didn't look down at her, but looked straight at the road ahead, and said lightly: "He's dead, don't want him."

Yuan Shan did not dare to follow Mo Wen because of the order, but saw him come back with Bai Lijing in his arms after a stick of incense. The two of them fought like a fight in a mud pit. She opened her mouth and was about to ask, Mo asked, "Go and heat up the water. If someone comes looking for it, just say she's tired and asleep."

After finishing speaking, he stepped into the shower compartment and closed the door.

"Oh...oh!" Yuan Shan replied belatedly.

This compartment is actually very large. After entering, there are curtains hanging on the beams on the left and right sides. The small door on the left leads to the back, which is convenient for the servants to enter and exit. Go straight in and turn around a large screen on the right to find a transparent room. In the bathing pool, the water in the pool did not emit a trace of heat, because most of Mo Wen would take a cold bath in addition to the medicine bath on weekdays.

The window of the bathroom is hidden and ventilated, but it is easy to miss. There are several lamps hanging on the wall, and the warm yellow halo spreads softly in the room.After walking all the way, leaving a string of muddy footprints from the entrance, Mo Wen stood by the pool, looking at the dirty girl in his arms and himself with disgust. There was a soft couch for resting by the pool, but he Not wanting her to get it dirty, he simply hugged it and waited for the water in the pool to heat up.

The more she waited, the hotter she got, and she started to feel hot, and there were still half-wet mud marks on her reddened cheeks. Mo Wen became more and more impatient, squatted down, pulled off half of a clean sleeve, and wiped it for her with water on it. .After wiping his face and then his neck, she wouldn't let him touch it, pinching and hitting him, her sleeves were covered in mud, and there was no clean place on his body, Mo Wen got annoyed, and pressed her acupuncture points, seeing The water temperature was also hot, and she was thrown out of the bath with a flick of his hand.

After hitting the acupuncture point and then throwing it down, it's no wonder that she didn't drown. He stood on the bank and watched her sinking little by little. The red dress and black hair floated on the surface of the water. Gradually, the water overflowed her mouth and nose.

Mo Wen closed his eyes, let out a breath, slowly took off his coat, walked down the bath, picked her up from the water by the middle, and unceremoniously took off her begonia red brocade dress, and threw it aside Go, the white jacket is soaked, the red bellyband inside is clearly visible, and the body is as soft as a puddle of water, no, like a slippery dead fish.

Mo Wen is not a gentleman, and he never thinks that Liu Xiahui is worthy of praise. Taking off her coat is nothing. He tore off her middle coat expressionlessly, revealing her bright red apron, revealing her creamy white skin. Wu Yu, he glanced over, slowly moved up from the coral beads on her wrist, and fixed his eyes on the blood-colored Shougong sand on her arm——

The girl's clean and beautiful body, dotted with such dazzling red cinnabar, can easily make every man's eyes darken.The body that has never been embraced by anyone, is softly nestled in his arms and let him manipulate, and she is his rightful wife... The breathing suddenly became rough, and the body under the water also changed drastically, he hugged the person in his arms tightly. tighter.

Now that I want her, how will I sing in the next play?
Mo Wen took a deep breath, lowered his head and clamped Bailijing's half-opened lips. He didn't kiss enough before more than an hour ago, so he will try it again now.

When the heat in his whole body gradually receded, Mo Wen suddenly opened his eyes. His quiet black pupils were completely different from the usual cold waves and smoke, full of charm and confusion.

It's ridiculous, in the past 24 years, it was the first time that he was so affectionate with his arms around a woman, but this woman didn't know that she was limp in his arms, motionless, with a slight frown between her brows, as if he had bullied her.

On second thought, didn't he just bully her?After arguing with a 16-year-old girl for so long, if it gets out, everyone will say that he bullied her.But, can it be passed on?
The hot water soaked up the silt on his body, but the smell was still unpleasant. Mo Wen took the sharp chin of the man in his arms, sucked it carefully, and then nibbled on the slender neck. The dryness and heat are on again...

Whoever doesn't pick up the fool who comes to his door is even more stupid. If he refuses to bully the wife he is married to, then he will really become a waste and a half-dead sick person, right?
They had already met each other naked, so there was no need to worry about anything, Mo Wen scrubbed her from head to toe, and used bath beans to remove the dirt, went ashore naked, wrapped her in the thin quilt on the soft couch, hugged her He followed her through the side door of the cubicle into the bedroom.

As soon as I entered, I heard Yuan Shan say: "Miss Mulian, Princess Jing and the eldest son have already rested, please go back."

Everything is as he expected.

Putting the person in his arms on the bed, Mo Wen swallowed a black pill, leaned over and snuggled it into Bailijing's mouth again.

All he needs to think about is how to continue to weave lies to her tomorrow.

When Bailijing woke up, she was on the bed with a dark curtain above her head. It was obviously Mo Wen's bed in the courtyard. She took off the damp and hot veil on her forehead and was about to sit up with her arms when she found another The hands were wrapped in a pair of large pale hands.The bed curtain was lowered, and the hands came in from the outside, but its owner could not see it.

Bai Lijing looked out through the gap in the bed curtain, and saw Mo Wen holding her hand and leaning against the edge of the bed. Although he couldn't see this height and movement, he could still tell that he was kneeling and sitting on the cold pedals. superior.

The last impression of yesterday was that the cold pool water overflowed her mouth and nose, and her body kept falling and falling. She knew very well that no one would come to rescue her, why...

She looked down at the clothes on her body, she had already changed them, who changed them for her?

As soon as she moved, Mo Wen woke up. When he got up, he pulled the curtain, and his eyes met hers through the gap.Mo Wen lowered his quiet black eyes in panic, and retracted the hands holding her tremblingly, allowing her hands to be free.

Bai Lijing couldn't face Mo Wen, she didn't know what to say to him, but Mo Wen didn't speak, and didn't draw in her hand, but just handed her a piece of paper full of words, his expression was still uneasy.

There are only a few words on the paper: "I was the one who was abrupt yesterday, but my intentions are true. It is not easy for a person like me to live to this age. If you feel pain, I will not love you. But, You are my wife, and my love and hatred will be given to you from now on."

Mo Wen's handwriting is very regular, just like his person, meticulous and unassuming.Bailijing glanced over, but made no sound. Mo Wen seemed to have waited too long, and couldn't wait for an answer. He struggled to get up, and walked out in a nonchalant pace. He didn't go far, and sat in front of the vanity mirror.

(End of this chapter)