Mrs. Sima lost her temper after talking about it, and then she remembered that when they were newly married, the husband and wife were in love with each other. She couldn't help but said: "Go and invite the master. He is tired from going out today, so he asked the small kitchen to cook some dishes.
Open a jar of Xuehua Brewing."
Aunt Liu said, "Madam, I have already gone to Lanchun Garden."
"Then invite him back. I don't believe it. Why don't you have a drink with your wife?"
Seeing that Mrs. Sima was a little angry, Grandma Liu stopped talking and immediately went to invite her in person.
Although Aunt Liu is not the master of the Feng family, she is more respectable than the younger master, and Feng Wuji has to give her some respect.
As soon as she invited them, Feng Wuji asked Aunt Mei and Xiao Xiao to eat first while he went to see what was going on.
As soon as he entered the room, Feng Wuji saw that Mrs. Sima was dressed like a beautiful lady, full of emotions. She was covered with flowing clouds and gauze, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she was indescribably seductive.
Feng Wuji felt that she should not be the most talented woman in the capital, but the most charming woman in the capital.
When Mrs. Sima saw Feng Wuji rushing over in a hurry, she felt that he still cared about her. She couldn't help but smile. Holding the silver pot in her bare hands, she filled a glass of wine and personally brought it to Feng Wuji, "Master, concubine.
I... have prepared... my favorite Xue Hua wine for you."
Her steps were sloppy as she spoke, as if she was too drunk and almost fell down.
Feng Wuji stretched out his arm to support her. He smelled a strong smell of alcohol on her body. He thought she had drunk a lot. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "How much alcohol did you drink?"
To think that Sima Shengmei, who has always been dignified and powerful, and has always flaunted herself as a holy and holy lady, would actually do such a wild and wild behavior, Feng Wuji was really a little bit upset.
Madam Sima took advantage of the situation and snuggled into his arms, saying softly: "Master, I just want to get drunk. If I get drunk, can I dream about my past? When we were newlywed, we were in front of flowers and under the moon, and our love was strong."
As she spoke, she gently closed her eyes, buried her face in his arms, and smelled the masculine scent of him.
Feng Wuji put the wine pot and wine glasses away, then simply picked her up and walked towards the big bed.
Mrs. Sima was so excited that her heart was trembling, and her whole body felt as soft as cotton. It had been many years since Feng Wuji had treated her like this.
She snorted, raised her hand to hook his neck, and put her soft red lips together.
Feng Wuji subconsciously avoided it, and Mrs. Sima was stunned, having completely sobered up from the wine.
She was just using wine to cover up, so Feng Wuji couldn't say anything to her.
Unexpectedly, he actually dodged and dodged.
Once upon a time, she was a famous lady that was being chased by noble families all over the capital. For so many years, they fought tooth and nail to marry her.
Once upon a time, she was extremely beautiful, and the last time she showed off her fragrance, it would cause a sensation all over the capital.
She married him, how dare he despise her?
Mrs. Sima's eyebrows immediately stood up, and an unknown fire burned in her heart.
She pushed Feng Wuji and got off the ground. She looked at him coldly and hummed: "Master, your wings are really full. This time, you don't pretend to be pretentious and show your true temperament."
Feng Wuji didn't expect her to say this, as if she was saying that he had taken refuge with Prime Minister Sima to make a fortune, and then deliberately ignored her.
This was the most taboo thing for him. When she said this, he immediately turned cold and snorted: "Your noble general's wife, the daughter-in-law of the prime minister's family, actually does this kind of business of drinking and laughing, how shameless!"
These words were too harsh, and they were like a slap in the face of Mrs. Sima. Mrs. Sima was relieved by these words, and she remembered that when they were newly married, the couple were in love with each other, and she couldn't help but said: "Go and invite the master."
Come on. He is tired from going out today, so he asked the small kitchen to cook some dishes and open a jar of Xue Hua wine."
Aunt Liu said, "Madam, I have already gone to Lanchun Garden."
"Then invite him back. I don't believe it. Why don't you have a drink with your wife?"
Seeing that Mrs. Sima was a little angry, Grandma Liu stopped talking and immediately went to invite her in person.
Although Aunt Liu is not the master of the Feng family, she is more respectable than the younger master, and Feng Wuji has to give her some respect.
As soon as she invited them, Feng Wuji asked Aunt Mei and Xiao Xiao to eat first while he went to see what was going on.
As soon as he entered the room, Feng Wuji saw that Mrs. Sima was dressed like a beautiful lady, full of emotions. She was covered with flowing clouds and gauze, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she was indescribably seductive.
Feng Wuji felt that she should not be the most talented woman in the capital, but the most charming woman in the capital.
When Mrs. Sima saw Feng Wuji rushing over in a hurry, she felt that he still cared about her. She couldn't help but smile. Holding the silver pot in her bare hands, she filled a glass of wine and personally brought it to Feng Wuji, "Master, concubine.
I... have prepared... my favorite Xue Hua wine for you."
Her steps were sloppy as she spoke, as if she was too drunk and almost fell down.
Feng Wuji stretched out his arm to support her. He smelled a strong smell of alcohol on her body. He thought she had drunk a lot. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "How much alcohol did you drink?"
To think that Sima Shengmei, who has always been dignified and powerful, and has always flaunted herself as a holy and holy lady, would actually do such a wild and wild behavior, Feng Wuji was really a little bit upset.
Madam Sima took advantage of the situation and snuggled into his arms, saying softly: "Master, I just want to get drunk. If I get drunk, can I dream about my past? When we were newlywed, we were in front of flowers and under the moon, and our love was strong."
As she spoke, she gently closed her eyes, buried her face in his arms, and smelled the masculine scent of him.
Feng Wuji put the wine pot and wine glasses away, then simply picked her up and walked towards the big bed.
Mrs. Sima was so excited that her heart was trembling, and her whole body felt as soft as cotton. It had been many years since Feng Wuji had treated her like this.
She snorted, raised her hand to hook his neck, and put her soft red lips together.
Feng Wuji subconsciously avoided it, and Mrs. Sima was stunned, having completely sobered up from the wine.
She was just using wine to cover up, so Feng Wuji couldn't say anything to her.
Unexpectedly, he actually dodged and dodged.
Once upon a time, she was a famous lady that was being chased by noble families all over the capital. For so many years, they fought tooth and nail to marry her.
Once upon a time, she was extremely beautiful, and the last time she showed off her fragrance, it would cause a sensation all over the capital.
She married him, how dare he despise her?
Mrs. Sima's eyebrows immediately stood up, and an unknown fire burned in her heart.
She pushed Feng Wuji and got off the ground. She looked at him coldly and hummed: "Master, your wings are really full. This time, you don't pretend to be pretentious and show your true temperament."
Feng Wuji didn't expect her to say this, as if she was saying that he had taken refuge with Prime Minister Sima to make a fortune, and then deliberately ignored her.
This was the most taboo thing for him. When she said this, he immediately turned cold and snorted: "Your noble general's wife, the daughter-in-law of the prime minister's family, actually does this kind of business of drinking and laughing, how shameless!"
These words were too harsh and were tantamount to a slap on Mrs. Sima's face.
