Wen Jin gently patted and caressed his shoulders when it was late at night. His frown brows slowly stretched out. He found a place to settle down in her arms, and hugged her tightly in his arms. He was a treasure he cherished. His breathing gradually became even. She couldn't help but reveal her heart and quietly printed a kiss on his cold and handsome eyebrows.

The next day, Wen Jin got up early and sorted out Fu Jingheng's wardrobe in Yong'an Street Courtyard. Each cabinet had a font and marked what was stacked inside. He also wrote the word "quit drinking" in huge small calligraphy on the bronze dressing mirror on the bedroom wall and hung it on the mirror.

There are many hundred-year-old wine stored in the wine cellar in the villa. She used a small hammer to smash the wine jars one by one, letting the wine spill the wine cellar, and a small flood caused all his fine wines to destroy. The villa was immediately filled with the fragrance of wine, and the horses were slightly drunk.

Wen Jin spent a limited time to help Fu do more things, like in the past years, taking care of him like a darling son for a while. She remembered that he loved eating the wontons she made, and she made the wontons he loved. All she could give the emperor was the only thing that was the fireworks in the world and the taste of life.

Fu Jingheng stood up and saw that there was no one around him. He felt lost and asked Lao Mo: "Girl Jin has left?"

"I haven't left this time." Lao Mo bowed and said, "I got up early in the morning to destroy your wine cellar. The value is incomprehensible. It is mainly a century-old famous wine. Our family feels distressed, but it's good to not drink, so it's healthy. Then Master Jin tidyed up his wardrobe and washed the underwear you changed last night with his own hands. Now he is making your favorite wontons in the kitchen. Master Jin looks like home when he comes back."

When Fu Jingheng heard this, his heart suddenly moved. Everything that belonged to him used to be, now he felt like he was stolen. Seeing two outrageous words "quitting alcohol" on the bronze mirror, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled. Only she dared to use the big words to stimulate him, "Call the accompanying imperial physicians and ask if you have any questions."

"Yes." Lao Mo went to the back hall to send the emperor's imperial physician and the imperial hospital Zhang's verdict came.

The Zhang Yuan judge approached the emperor and knelt down, "Master, please ask."

Fu Jingheng drank the warm tea that Wenjin prepared in advance, without detour, and made it straight to the point: "Will there be... milk after a woman causes labor?"

When he was intimate last night, he tasted the sweet milky fragrance. After being rubbed by him, he sprayed a lot of it in his mouth, as if he was overflowing with breasts. At that time, he was panicked and enjoyed it but endured it.

Zhang Yuan judging his face turned red. This is what he did to Master Jin. He said seriously: "My Lord Jin is inducing labor in seven months. If he suffers labor in this month, there will be milk secretion. He will gradually lose milk. Now three months have passed, so there should be not much."

"Yeah. I understand. Let's go down." Fu Jingheng still had a little thought. Maybe the child he and Su Wenjin were still alive, and she had a lot of milk. Is it because of the inducement of labor and not fully recovered? Or... Thinking of this, the cup in his hand trembled.

Yuan Zhang resigned.

When Fu Jingheng came to the kitchen, he saw Wen Jin wearing plain clothes and hanging his hair behind his ears with his hands. He was very gentle and gentle. He walked over and hugged her from behind and kissed her ears, "I thought you had walked past and found that you had not left, which made me proud. You are rare to be generous."

"You're up." Wen Jin looked back at him, and he pecked her on her lips, as if she was still good.

"Well. I was tossing hard last night, and I almost couldn't get up, and my legs were weak." Fu Jingheng intended to joke with her, watching her ears turn red.

Wen Jin couldn't flirt with him without any grudges because she had Jiang, "Stop talking..."

"I will send you back later, and I will watch you back to Liu's house from afar and return you to Xiao Jiang."

Wen Jin was embarrassed, "Personally?"

"I don't show my face. I will put you down in that...a place away from the lobby, and I won't embarrass Xiao Jiang. I will lose my identity when I take the woman in front of me. At most, I suddenly appear in front of you at night, and get drunk in your boudoir, which will make you look gloomy." Fu Jingheng said softly to her again, landing his thin lips on the back of her neck, leaving a shallow kiss mark.

Wen Jin was aroused by his flirting words. He was well aware of men and women's affairs. She was really unbearable. He kissed her and made the back of her neck itch. He avoided him and said with a smile: "Eat wonton."

"Eat you first. Before returning it to him, take possession." Fu bullied Wenjin in the kitchen window and she was not as good as she was in the future. "Go back with my taste. Remember to miss me."

But I wonder if he will turn against others next time when he sees you again.

Wen Jin did not have breastfeeding. Thanks to his hard work, he didn't ask, and she didn't say anything.

Fu Jingheng's wine cellar was destroyed, and he was not angry. Instead, his eyes were warm and gentle, and he let her destroy it. He felt Wen Jin's traces from the fragrance of the wine in the garden. He later pressed her on his legs and forced her to feed him to use the wonton. Then he fed her with the wonton, but he was too good at spending time. In addition to being irresponsible to her, the king was considered a good lover.

Fu saw Wenjin knocking on the table with his fingertips, and she was obviously in a hurry to leave. She couldn't sit still. He pressed and stopped talking. He chewed the wonton as slowly as he did. Wen Wen smiled at her and told her to be so obedient. He almost blurted out, "Old Mo, let the exam to be promoted to Tai Academy until tomorrow." He rubbed her for a day.

"Old Mo prepare a carriage, go back to the front, take the little thing to the old city and return it to Xiao Jiang." After all, he did not continue to disgust her. Fu ordered urgently, "Time is tight, hurry up, don't delay."

"Yes..." Is our family delaying? May I ask?

Wen Jin felt it was incredible, so he became anxious. After receiving the order of release, she stepped down the imperial stairs and planned to get into the emperor's broken carriage. Then she heard the sound of dog barking in the yard, which sounded familiar. She hurriedly walked into the yard and saw Ada wearing a yellow jacket running around and jumping around in the yard. Wen Jin was stunned: "Ada! Why are you here?"

Fu Jingheng hugged the puppy in his arms, entered the carriage with Wen Jin, and sat on the chair and fucked the dog with his hair. He did not explain, and the puppy had obviously rebelled against Fu.

The carriage galloped towards Liu's house.

Wen Jin looked at her grandmother's watchdog in Fu Jingheng's arms and was touched quite comfortably by him. She couldn't help asking, "Why is my watchdog here with you? I've been looking for it for two or three months."

"Picked up." Fu's tone was faint.

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Xue Mansion Frontyard."

Wen Jin had almost three black lines on his forehead. He picked it up at her house. This was a burglary. "Can you give it back to me?"

Fu Jingheng chuckled, "No, it has changed hands, abandoned you and threw itself into my arms. But you can come and see it often. Yong'an Street welcomes you."

Wen Jin smacked his tongue, but didn't know what to say, so he had to give up Ah Da.

When we arrived at the entrance of Broken Bridge Hutong, the carriage stopped.

Old Mo opened the curtain of the car. Wen Jin did not hesitate and did not say goodbye to Fu. He got off the carriage directly. Looking back, Fu Jingheng turned his eyes away. Wen Jin quickly walked into the depths of the alley and threw himself into Jiang Qing's carriage.

The moment Lao Mo put the curtain down, there was a fishy smell in Fu Jingheng's throat, and red silk overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his thin lips gradually lost their blood. He personally sent his former lover to Jiang's carriage. Is this the respect she wants? It's so uncomfortable, it hurts enough to hurt Xiao Jiang.

Lao Mo hurriedly said, "Master, I really have to quit drinking in the future."

"Put the wine cellar." Fu Jingheng ordered, "She doesn't know if she quit drinking. She won't come to see her dog. She left without looking back."

Wen Jin entered Jiang Huaizhou's carriage. Liu's wife was holding Changlin. When Changlin saw her mother, she stretched out her arms and asked her to hug her. The carriage was rubbing with Fu's carriage at the intersection of the street. I wonder if I could hear Changlin's voice in a slight voice.

Lao Mo looked straight towards Jiang Qing's carriage. Is there any baby in the carriage? I heard it wrong.
Chapter completed!