Damn, is my wife going home? Or is the emperor coming in person?

Jia Lian turned over and grabbed the quilt to cover his head.

I still heard laughter from afar, like a silver bell.

However, the courtyard was surprisingly quiet, even quieter than when Jia Lian was just now.

It was so quiet that only a person's footsteps were heard, and then a sarcastic but not sharp female voice came:

"Okay, it's all gone."

The footsteps were approaching, and some people heard curtains, rustling dresses, jingling bells, and some people came into the house.

The sound was still very cool:

"You all go out, don't ask not to come in."

I only heard the sound of the curtain hanging down, but I could not hear any other footsteps or gasps.

Jia Lian thought to himself: Damn! Is this family a ghost house?

A soft sigh came from the outside room, which was surprisingly nice. The female voice sounded again just now, and it had become much softer:

"Oh Ping'er, I sighed softly this day, so I was so tired.

This matter has finally passed today.

The ancestor is right in the ancestor, and he had a plan in his mind, but he just didn't say it.

Since he said he wanted to pick up Miss Lin, his wife has whined and said several things about cleaning up the guest room, but the old lady just didn't respond.

Today, when I was about to go to bed, Miss Lin's wet nurse came to ask about the house. The old lady then lifted the lid of the pot. It turned out that she had already made up her mind to bring Miss Lin to live next to her.

My wife asked me to clean up the guest room before and said that when Miss Lin came, she would arrange it directly in without asking the old lady. Fortunately, I ignored it."

Hearing another gentle and peaceful female voice said:

"Second grandma, I'll take a break soon. I can't stand this guy who's busy from morning to night."

"By the way, Ping'er, Baoyu and Miss Lin both live in the green cabinet on the other side of the old lady, and each brings her wet nurse and the big girl. How can you not panic? Tomorrow morning, you will ask someone to go there quickly, move the cabinet in the green cabinet out of the outdoor room, and add a large nanmu screen."

After a moment of saliva, he said:

"My sister Lin came from afar, and the clothes she brought must be limited, and the maids and wet nurses in her room must be redone. You will call the tailor tomorrow and will leave early in the morning. If the old lady starts to lift it up, it will seem that we are not doing our job well."

Ping'er said:

"I know, how much does this family have to do? It depends on grandma alone. Do you have to hurry on this day? I have to think about it tomorrow, so I have to take a break first.

My second grandma only cared about taking care of the old lady during dinner, and she didn't have to eat a few bites. I asked someone to prepare some duck porridge and then take it."

Jia Lian thought to himself: This is the standard "strong woman" personality, in modern society, the standard "white bone spirit".

The sound of Huan Pei was soft, and the man came into the inner room.

"Second Master is back? Have you eaten too much wine with the man who started the train?"

As the sound of the speech, a wisp of intoxicating roses wafted into Jia Lian's nose, refreshing.

Jia Lian couldn't help but turn over.

From the gap in the quilt, Jia Lian first saw a jade flower-scattered crepe skirt with bean green palace ribbons tied with double-facing rose pendants.

Looking up, it was a golden butterfly wearing a big red satin-like narrow jacket, wearing a slim and coquettish waist. It was so charming that it was so beautiful?

Just as he was about to look up, the man had already walked closer, and then a gentle hand reached into the quilt and stroked it on his face.

Poor Jia Lian, who was 30 years old in his previous life, dared to flirt with girls online, but in reality he was still a virgin. It was the first time that he was treated so gently by a woman.

Jia Lian couldn't help but feel agitation, and he felt a lot of thoughts.

At the same time, Jia Lian saw the bright red nails like green onion tubes on his hands, about an inch long.

For some reason, Jia Lian instantly remembered Mei Chaofeng.

There is also a mouse spirit in "Journey to the West", who smiles softly and uses bright red nails to snatch the monk's head.

Jia Lian turned over, but was shocked by the woman in front of him in an instant and widened his eyes.

After exhausting his lifelong imagination, he didn't know that the legendary fairy of the God Concubine turned out to be like the person in front of him.

Accustomed to seeing artificial beauty with big eyes, Jia Lian saw the first time that he could afford the word "Flue Face and Spring" with such a beautiful woman. The raised red phoenix eyes are sharp in her softness, and her willow leaves are full of sarcastic eyebrows. Her peach cheeks are so beautiful that they are as handsome as the clouds. It makes people want to reach out and touch them gently. And the cherry red lips are the most desirable color that is the indescribable temptation to erode the most bone-shaped lip.

She wore a golden silk eight-treasure bead bun on her head, a five-phoenix hanging bead hairpin on her sunset, and a red gold plate, dragon and necklace circle on her neck. This dazzling and magnificent jewelry only adds her grace, but it cannot take away the scenery of her appearance at all.

As expected, only real beauty is worthy of real jewelry.

Such a life-threatening beauty is the "Hell Wife" she complains about every day?

Jia Lian could only hear his heart shouting: I'm dead, I'm dead! I actually have such a beautiful wife! I'll die if I die!

Wang Xifeng didn't know that "Jia Lian has already been Jia Lian". Seeing him suddenly sitting up, staring at him with his eyes straight, and laughed "Puchi":

"I haven't seen each other for only two months, have you forgotten the appearance of my yellow-faced woman?"

Sitting next to Jia Lian, he leaned his fragrant and soft body towards Jia Lian, leaned his red lips close to Jia Lian's ear, lowered his voice and said coquettishly: "I told you to have been in a waste for two months, do you miss me?"

She exhaled like orchids, blew warmly to Jia Lian's ears. For the first time, Jia Lian was so close to such a beautiful woman, and her cheeks turned red.

Feng Jie'er thought he blushed because he was drunk, so she suddenly rubbed her cheeks gently on Jia Lian's cheek and smiled:

"I ate too much wine when I came back the first day. Let's see how you agreed to me this night."

Before Jia Lian could react, she left Jia Lian's body again, took a serious face and said to Ping'er who was hiding beside her:

"After changing my clothes, you can go back, you don't have to serve me here.

I won’t eat duck porridge anymore. You can bring a bowl to Miss Lin’s wet nurse. You can eat the rest yourself.”

Only then did Jia Lian see the legendary "Ping'er".

Unlike Wang Xifeng's bright and prettyness, although Ping'er, who was standing quietly by the door, was dressed as a concubine, she still had the elegance and beauty of a handsome girl, just like a graceful daffodil on the windowsill. Especially her beautiful and gentle almond eyes, her eyes were humble and gentle, as if she could see people's hearts.

Jia Lian sighed in his heart: It’s a blessing! It’s a blessing! It’s a blessing!

After a while, Ping'er took care of Sister Feng, took off her makeup and changed into homely clothes, and then went out quietly.

As soon as the door was closed, Xifeng's serious face suddenly changed. She laughed and threw Jia Lian on the bed, crawled into Jia Lian's arms, rubbed the soft part of her body against Jia Lian's chest.

Jia Lian, who was almost knocked out by Yanfu, didn't know where to put his hands and feet, but he felt dizzy and his body was hot, as if he was about to get sick.

The "Hell Wife" who was so breathless that he had been so angry that he turned into a "fairy Wife". He suddenly hugged him and licked Jia Lian's earlobe with his soft and hot tongue:

"You can't let you go no matter what you say tonight, you're dead."

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Chapter completed!