My Husband Is the Villain

"Cough, Zhuo'er, I'm really back." Lin Qingxu coughed uncomfortably, trying to explain to him, "I did die five hundred years ago, but my soul was lost, and I only came back to life a few years ago. "

When Zhuo Hua heard the words, the pressure on his already tight lips increased, and the facial features that were very similar to Li Yuan were all tightened into a line. The face he looked at her was clearly written in big characters, "Don't." You want to lie to me!".

Lin Qingxu bit the tip of his tongue and took a deep breath.

Just want to cry without tears.

Her mother, who had been dead for 500 years, returned and changed her face. Lin Qingxu couldn't accept this matter immediately, let alone firmly believe that the woman in front of her was wicked and tempting.

Zhuohua pursed her lips and lowered her gaze, resolutely maintaining an attitude of not accepting and not giving up.

Do not accept the bewitchment of the woman in front of you!

Don't give up... um, don't give up on his bewildered father.

However, when the food was served, his firm thinking gradually cracked.

"Qing'er, eat while it's hot." Li Yuan, who had always looked clean and arrogant as ice, actually put the bamboo chopsticks on the fingertips of the woman opposite, revealing the tender and doting that Zhuohua had never seen before.

Lin Qingxu held her chopsticks, and the attention that was sucked by the large table of dishes rarely regained her strength. She counted the number of dishes and slowly frowned her delicate eyebrows: "A Yan, the three of us have eaten more than 20 dishes, Will it be too much?"

In the old days of Su Mansion, even though the Su family was a well-known wealthy businessman in Shili Baxiang, they were all plain and simple. The food tasted good, but the quantity was just right.

But now the amount of this dish is three times more than before, right?

Li Yuan picked up a piece of thornless fish and put it in her small bowl, and said, "Qing'er just came back today, which is equivalent to a celebration. In addition, if Qing'er likes to eat any dish, I will ask Wusheng to cook it for you in the future. Qing'er, try it quickly."

Wusheng, who was standing beside him pretending to be a stake, was named, and his legs trembled in reflex.

When he saw Li Yuan swept his eyes, he could only bite the bullet and whisper: "Yes, yes, if you like to eat, I will cook it for you every day when I am young."

Lin Qingxu listened to Wusheng's voice that was only a little louder than the mosquito's chirping, and then looked at his twisted face that was scared to pee, lowered his head and fed the fish into his mouth, kindly found some space for the poor and said: "I I’m still not picky eaters as before, as long as it’s delicious.”

After she finished speaking, a low and pleasant laughter came from beside her, and the numb feeling made her smirk unconsciously, and in the next second, she felt that the top of her hair was being rubbed.

Li Yuan whispered: "Well, Qing'er is very good."

Lin Qingxu's face was dry, and he couldn't resist the urge to raise his eyes to stare at him.

Being touched and praised for being good, isn't she a child who needs to be coaxed?

Li Yuan smiled and continued to look at her affectionately with his lips hooked, with a righteous look on his face, and he didn't feel that there was any flaw in his words.

"..." Zhuohua wanted to throw his chopsticks and leave.

"Zhuo'er also eats it, the food tastes very good." Zhuo Hua was thinking, when the impostor across from him took the initiative to talk to him.

"I'm not hungry." Zhuohua's voice was hard, and he didn't hide his displeasure at all.

Zhuohua was raised by his father, Li Yuan. It has been 500 years since his father. His father has never treated him harshly, but there is no tenderness like picking vegetables and feeding them intimately.

Now, my father actually treats the faker who pretended to be his mother... Zhuohua sighed in his heart. I don't know whether he resented the fake faker in front of him more, or more because of the imbalance in his heart.

Lin Qingxu, who had put on a cold bench, pursed his lips, buried his head silently, and decided to turn his grief and anger into appetite.

But Li Yuan's face instantly turned cold.

"Zhao'er, apologize to your mother." He said.

Zhuohua suppressed the ups and downs of his emotions, and looked at Li Yuan with an almost incredible gaze, silently resisting.

The two had different views, and the scene was instantly deadlocked.

In this atmosphere, Lin Qingxu couldn't even eat.

"Cough." She put down her chopsticks and dragged Li Yuan with a light cough, "Ayan, what are you doing?"

Zhuohua just rejected her, which is much better than attacking as soon as they met before.

This time, Li Yuan did not step back, and repeated: "Zhao'er, apologize to your mother."

The voice was terrifyingly cold.

If it is normal, when such a scene occurs, Zhuohua will take the initiative to admit his mistake when he realizes his mistake, but this time, he is not willing.

Just now, his attitude towards counterfeiters was indeed not correct, but that person took his mother's name. She was wrong first, why should he admit it first?

The invisible oppression on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhuohua gritted his teeth secretly, not showing the color of suffering, and even more unwilling to compromise.

Although Lin Qingxu could not feel the pressure exerted by Li Yuan, he knew that something was wrong when he saw Zhuo Hua's expression.

"Ayan, don't be like this, I'm not angry, how can I apologize?" Lin Qingxu was simply stunned by this father-son relationship.

Seeing that Zhuohua breathed a sigh of relief, the next moment his expression returned to indifferent and calm, Lin Qingxu couldn't hold back, and rolled his eyes towards silly.

"You're stupid, you just endure your father hitting you, don't you know how to fight back?"

After speaking, she didn't bother to stick to the cold bench again. She lowered her head and poked the white rice in the bowl with her chopsticks, muttering vaguely, "Two big fools!"

Zhuohua, who was sitting right opposite, slipped his hand, and he almost felt that he was listening.

When he reacted, his first reaction was to look at his father's face.

The expected dark clouds are spreading? ?

No, no... Li Yuan lowered his head with a smile, and patiently served Lin Qingxu with vegetables, a piece of Sujin tofu, and diced chicken. When placing the diced chicken, he also picked up too many bones. Lin Qingxu gave him a disgusting glance.

After being rejected, Li Yuan was not annoyed at all, and still served her dishes dutifully.

Zhuohua: "..."

He felt a little messy.

And Wu Sheng, who was standing next to him, was also messy in the wind.

He frowned desperately to pretend that he was now an emotional stake.

Li Yuan, the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, is synonymous with powerful, cold-blooded, ruthless and ruthless. For hundreds of years, countless demons have been killed by his hands. The little devils like Wusheng would tremble three times when they heard the name of the devil master Li Yuan, let alone feel the pressure of the real person.

As for everything in front of him, I can't wait for Wu Sheng to dig out a pair of useless eyes.

The Demon Lord... He actually picked vegetables for people with his own hands, with a gentle tone and a pampering smile? ? Not even... scolding back, licking your face and throwing up?

Wu Sheng took a deep breath, feeling that he should be a demon!

Several people eat a meal with their own thoughts, Li Yuan and Zhuohua have no sense of the food, so they just eat a few mouthfuls. The only person who can open his stomach to eat is Lin Qingxu.

When Lin Qingxu put down the bowls and chopsticks, she realized that she had eaten two whole bowls of rice.

"Qing'er is full?" Li Yuan, who had put down his chopsticks early, stretched out his arms and put his arms around her. The chairs of the two were close, and he rubbed her bulging belly without hesitation.

Lin Qingxu's face was hot, and the heat was soaring.

She held back her flushed face, the tip of her tongue pressed against her upper teeth, and she reached out to move the stool to escape his control.

With a strong arm around her waist like a shackle, Lin Qingxu took a deep breath and frowned at him: "Ayan?"

"Does it hurt you?" Li Yuan suddenly relaxed his control over her as if he had realized it later.

Lin Qingxu looked at the way he looked at himself, and a certain thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

She shook her head again, dark groove must be thinking too much.

Lin Qingxu raised a smile and said, "It's okay, it's just that the food is a little supportive."

How could she feel that Ayan just now made her a little scared?

... Obviously, he is still the same as before.

Li Yuan twitched the corners of his lips, smiling but not smiling, but a certain kind of gentleness remained undiminished.

He didn't let her continue rubbing her belly ashamed, but turned to hold her hand, fiddling with her touching fingertips, and asked slowly, "Qing'er wants to go out for a walk to digest food, Or go back to the palace to rest?"

Lin Qingxu pondered for a moment: "Go back to the hall first."

In fact, she really wanted to go to the Demon Realm, but some things had been lingering in her mind for too long, and she needed to find a chance to ask Li Yuan in person.

Li Yuan hooked his lips, his eyes were calm and deep: "Okay."

The two masters were about to leave, so Fatty Wusheng hurriedly packed up the tableware and left, and the rest of Zhuohua also greeted Li Yuan and got up.

When he was about to turn around, Zhuohua glanced at Lin Qingxu one more time before saying anything.

He originally wanted to say something, but when he came into contact with his father's secretive eyes, all those doubts were suppressed by him. Zhuohua pursed his lips, and the expression on his face turned into a coldness that always concealed his heart.

Then, go without hesitation.

...

On the way back to the inner hall, Lin Qingxu repeatedly recalled Erzhao Gao's arrogant back, and his heart became cold.

"Ayan, will Zhuo'er not like me all the time?" She sat on the soft side of the hall and tilted her head to ask Li Yuan next to her.

"How could it be?" Li Yuan chuckled, raised his hand and pressed it between her eyebrows, pushed the folds away with his fingertips, and said slowly, "Zhao'er just hasn't believed in your identity, so many years. , although he doesn't say it, he still misses you."

Lin Qingxu was a little worried: "Then what if he doesn't believe it?"

Before Zhuohua was born, she was already dead, and Lin Qingxu was really enough evidence to prove his identity to him.

Li Yuan rubbed her hair and guided her to relax: "Don't worry, he will believe it."

Seeing that Lin Qingxu's expression was still gloomy, Li Yuan's lips moved, and he added patiently, "Of course, it's useless for Qing'er to be irritable, and Zhuo'er has the dominance."

Whether Zhuohua believes it or not, others can only guide, but cannot dominate... worry is useless.

Lin Qingxu nodded, let out a sigh of relief, and decided to put this matter aside for the time being: "Okay, Zhuo'er will not talk about it beforehand, so let's talk about you now?"

Li Yuan raised her eyebrows when she met her suddenly serious eyes.

"Oh, what does Qing'er want to talk to me about?" He faced her face to face fearlessly.

Anyway, there were only the two of them in the hall, Lin Qingxu put his hands on his shoulders with great openness, raised his body and bit his lips hard, and deliberately said viciously: "Tell me about the five hundred years that I've been away, What good things have you done behind my back?"

The author has something to say: The male protagonist is ill, and he deliberately hides the kind that the female protagonist cannot discover...

(I have been home in the past two days. I am not sure if there will be an update tomorrow. Please ask for a leave in advance.)