After returning to Yuexi Pavilion, Leng Changxi felt a sense of joy in her heart. Thinking of the desperate look on Guo Wanrou's face when she knew the truth, the abacus in her heart began to beat loudly.
"What are you thinking about? Look at the saliva coming out of the corner of your mouth." Lingfeng followed her into the house, leaned against the door rail, crossed his arms and crossed his chest.
Hearing this, Leng Changxi subconsciously reached out and wiped the corners of her mouth. Only then did she realize that she had been deceived. She glared at Lingfeng fiercely. Lingshan smiled and gently tapped Lingfeng and said, "Why?"
It’s you, your name, call me Miss!”
Lingfeng didn't like to call Miss Leng Changxi in person since she was a child. She mostly addressed her as "you" and sometimes even called her by her first name. No matter how Wu Ma and Lingshan taught her, they couldn't change this habit. Fortunately, the Leng family treated them well.
Leng Changxi didn't mind either. As time went by, no one cared about Lingfeng's name anymore. Only Lingshan and Wu Ma couldn't help but tap him lightly when they heard it.
"Lingfeng, have you seen Guo Wanrou's appearance? How wonderful!" A strange flash appeared in Leng Changxi's eyes, and a sly smile bloomed on her lips, which made Lingfeng feel cold all over.
"Miss, you've finished your little husband talk, and the master's appearance is also very wonderful." Lingshan poured cold water on Leng Changxi's back. At that time, just for fun, Leng Changxi did it without even thinking.
As soon as I said the three words "little husband", I never thought that this was the Song Dynasty, which was not as open as modern times. Even if you are just dating, you can still call your husband and wife sweet. Here, those who have not yet come out of the palace
If a girl takes the initiative to call her fiancé to be her husband, to put it lightly, it is ruining the family tradition, but to put it more importantly, it is lewd and shameless.
However, Leng Changxi was used to being shameless and shameless. The words "Little Husband" didn't hurt her, so she didn't think about it deeply. She just ignored Lingshan's words and said to Lingfeng: "Where is Guo Wanrou's arrangement?"
Living?"
"West Wing." Lingfeng raised his eyes and saw a figure walking far away from Yuexi Pavilion, and a faint smile fell on his lips.
"It's not far from Yilongxuan! Not bad, not bad." Leng Changxi nodded while calculating.
"I don't understand, why did you let her move in?" Lingfeng raised his eyebrows.
"This is called strategy!" Leng Changxi gave Lingfeng a look of "you're so stupid" and continued: "I won't let her live, and living not far from herself are two different concepts and two results!
Let her move in and then let her leave on her own initiative. This is the best way! I want her to never miss my little husband again in her life!"
"How to make her leave voluntarily? How to stop her nightmare?"
"These ladies are very thin-skinned. If she is allowed to go out in front of Zhao Yuan..." Halfway through her words, Leng Changxi suddenly realized that the voice just now did not seem to be Lingfeng's. She turned around and saw
Zhao Yuan leaned against the door with an unfathomable smile, Lingfeng stood behind him with slightly shaking shoulders, and Lingshan had a dark face, probably because of his "little husband".
"Yuan, brother Yuan..." A guilty conscience means a weak spirit. Leng Changxi suddenly softened her voice, smiled innocently, and shamelessly stepped forward to take Zhao Yuan's arm and rub it.
"Why don't you call me Young Master?" The smile on Zhao Yuan's lips was evil, and his eyes were so deep that it was hard to see what his purpose was.
There is this trick in tactics: stay hidden and motionless when you don't know the enemy's situation.
Leng Changxi, who deeply believed that smile is the best weapon, immediately smiled stupidly at Zhao Yuan and said nothing.
Zhao Yuan, who kept laughing until her heart softened, sighed deeply and helplessly, touched her head and brought her into the house, closing the door smoothly.
Leng Changxi thought that the matter would just be over, but Zhao Yuan seemed not to let her go easily. He entered the room, sat down at the table, and after a cup of tea, he said calmly: "Let's talk about it."
, how many times have you called me little husband behind my back?"
"No, I never called him!" Even though Leng Changxi was thick-skinned, she was still embarrassed to say that she had been calling him "little husband" since childhood, so she denied it.
Zhao Yuan has been handsome since she was a child. After her facial features are opened, her eyes are deep, her nose is high, her sharp face exudes a kind of beauty, her thin lips seem to be smiling but not smiling, and her half-squinted starry eyes are the most charming.
At this moment, Zhao Yuan looked like this, which made Leng Changxi feel excited in her heart.
"Little Baoer..." Zhao Yuan was eighteen years old, and his voice had just transformed from a boy into a man. There was a hint of sexiness in his low voice. It was very intoxicating to Leng Changxi's ears, and it tickled all the way to her lips.
Bottom of my heart.
"Brother Yuan..." Seeing Zhao Yuan pull her over and hold her on his lap, no matter how thick-skinned she is, her face can't help but turn a little red. Ever since she got older, Zhao Yuan has not looked like she did when she was little.
I had never been close to her before, and I had never sat on his lap so arrogantly like this. In an instant, my whole heart was beating fast.
At the age of eighteen, Zhao Yuan had already known about the situation. The person he loved was sitting in his arms. Her petite body was soft and soft. How could he not let his love flutter? Even if he couldn't help it, he held her waist with one hand and held her with the other.
Slowly slide into her hair and gently press her head.
Zhao Yuan's thin lips gently brushed her cheek, causing Leng Changxi to tremble slightly. Then, Zhao Yuan's lips slid to her lips, and he pecked her gently and whispered against her lips.
: "Little Bao'er, I promise you will call me little husband when no one is around."
After he finished speaking, he gently took Leng Changxi's red lips into his mouth, and traced her lips gently with the tip of his tongue. The numb and itchy feeling made her tremble all over. Inadvertently, he skillfully and easily conquered the city.
The tip of his tongue slipped into her mouth and tasted her honey juice.
"Little Bao'er, close your eyes..." Zhao Yuan chuckled, and Leng Changxi was embarrassed. As a woman in the new century, she would need an eighteen-year-old kid to remind her to close her eyes before kissing her.
For a long time, while Leng Changxi was breathing lightly and lying in Zhao Yuan's arms, she suddenly thought that her first kiss seemed to be gone.