Although he was already galloping inside, Shen Zhifeng was still very calm on the surface. He hugged Mrs. Jiang, stared into her eyes, and shouted her nickname: "Vivi, your eyes are so beautiful. I seem to see a poem in your eyes."

Mrs. Jiang's eyes were blurred at this moment, her hands were still holding Shen Zhifeng's clothes, and her legs were rubbing her uncomfortable, looking very emotional.

Hearing Shen Zhifeng praise her like this, he was naturally happy. He lowered his head and bit his lips, and also said in a sleek voice: "Chen Lang, then you should be kind to me."

This was said charmingly and provocatively, but Shen Zhifeng suddenly looked unmoved. He touched a strand of hair hanging down from Mrs. Jiang Hou's bun: "Vivi, don't worry, let me take a closer look at you. I didn't realize that you were so naturally beautiful, soft and charming. I didn't dare to use force, for fear that something would hurt you."

Mrs. Jiang looked at Shen Zhifeng with a angrily look, and her eyes were filled with spring feelings: "Don't worry about me, just come to your heart's content."

As she said that, she closed her eyes and prepared to welcome the baptism and nourishment of the storm.

But Shen Zhifeng still did not get into the main topic, but instead talked about insights and literature.

The originally ambiguous atmosphere gradually brought a hint of embarrassment.

Mrs. Jiang Hou: I took off my skirt, would you just chat with me?

She was still not satisfied and finally felt a little dissatisfied and frowned: "Chen Lang, what's wrong with you? Didn't you ask me out? Do you dislike me for being old and not attractive to you! What you just said is fake, are you fooling me?"

At this time, Shen Zhifeng finally felt the effect of the medicine. His expression changed and he directly pressed Mrs. Jiang on the bed: "How could it be, Vivi, you are so beautiful."

As he said that, he pulled the quilt over and covered his body.

The bed quilt surging, and the rain that Mrs. Jiang Hou was looking forward to finally fell.

.........

After a while of tossing, Mrs. Jiang lies on Shen Zhifeng's chest with enough food, her lips swollen, and her eyes are shining with light. It is obvious that it was very intense just now.

What is completely different from her is that Shen Zhifeng kept breathing with his eyes closed, feeling that he was even more tired and tired than before.

However, he was still very tough: "Vivi, if you weren't afraid that you could not bear it, I would have to bother you for three hundred rounds."

The smile on the corner of Mrs. Jiang Hou's mouth could not be covered up. She pounded Shen Zhifeng coquettishly, and then seemed to have thought of something: "No one discovered us that day, I'm still a little worried."

Shen Zhifeng touched her chin: "I have investigated it all, can you believe me if I do it? Don't worry about it."

Chen Qingyun thought to himself, you should worry, after all, she is already sitting in the room next to them at this moment.

She took a sip of tea and suppressed the disgusting feeling. Although she arrived late and did not hear those sounds, she felt very uncomfortable when she thought about the two people next door.

The two people in the room next to them were still unaware of it. Instead, they were thieves and talked about the Duke Chen Mansion again.

Mrs. Jiang asked tentatively: "Since Lin'er wants to get married with Sisi, then Han must give out some dowry. After all, he is the eldest daughter of the Duke's Mansion. He can't have many face-to-face relationships, otherwise even if someone else marrys Chen Qingyun, he has to consider it."

Shen Zhifeng frowned when he heard this: "Who Han Rou is only focused on the daughter Chen Qingyun. She told me before that she would leave all her things to Chen Qingyun as a dowry. She is such a lunatic who is turning her elbow out."

"That's not, the water splashed by the married daughter will be from someone else's family in the future." Mrs. Jiang Hou said angrily, and changed her mind: "But it's different from me. Didn't we say before that we should divide it equally."

"Then your son married Chen Qingyun, and now I have no choice."

"Are you just watching such a large dowry fall into someone else's hands?"

A fierce look broke out in Shen Zhifeng's eyes: "Of course not."

Mrs. Jiang Hou remembered Jiang Lin's dazed look these days, and couldn't help but sigh, calling Chen Qingyun a vixen, why did he tell his son that he couldn't let go?

So she shook Shen Zhifeng's shoulders: "Or, let my son Jiang Lin marry Chen Qingyun as a flat wife. It's not without the fact that these sisters marry together."

Shen Zhifeng shook his head: "Impossible, Han Rou won't agree."

Mrs. Jiang glanced at him: "You are Chen Qingyun's father and the master of the Duke's Mansion. Why can't you make the decision? If Han Rou disagrees, then she has to disagree!"

Of course, Shen Zhifeng also wanted to make a tough decision, but he knew that he could not force Han Rou, which was also the pain that had been deeply rooted in his heart for more than ten years.

Thinking of this, his voice became colder: "Chuchu, what can you do?"

"Women are the most important. This woman who cannot give birth is just a hen that can't lay eggs. She is not worth it. Who would be willing to marry her back then?" Mrs. Jiang said with some advice.

"This..." Shen Zhifeng hesitated a little.

Seeing Chen Qingyun getting more and more beautiful, he was thinking in his heart whether to marry Chen Qingyun to. Even if he couldn't become a wife, he could be a concubine. At least he became a royal relative.

If he medicines Chen Qingyun, wouldn’t he become a useless person?

Mrs. Jiang could figure out Shen Zhifeng's idea and advised: "That girl is not in the Duke's Mansion. I think she doesn't respect your father much. If she is allowed to marry her, she probably won't know how to help you. But there is something wrong with her and no one is willing to marry her. Han family must not subsidize more dowry, that's the real money in her own hands!"

Yinzi, yes, his dignified Duke, but he was embarrassed.

This finally moved Shen Zhifeng, but he was still a little hesitant: "That girl is now in charge of the Duke's Mansion, and has even made Jianjiayuan very strong. It is not easy to drug her and expose it."

"It's not easy to enter Jianjiayuan, so there is still Nuanyu Pavilion." Mrs. Jiang pointed Shen Zhifeng's heart with her hand.

"You mean..."

The two looked at each other, showing an expression of understanding.

Mrs. Jiang Hou was very excited. Han Rou, Han Rou, if one day Chen Qingyun knew that you had ruined her with your own hands, wouldn’t you be disconnected from you? Then my husband won’t love you and the child won’t miss you, and you will not feel even more tormented than me.

When Shen Zhifeng thought of the generous dowry, the last trace of guilt in his heart was also diluted. Chen Qingyun is his daughter, so what happened to his efforts for him?
Chapter completed!