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On a late autumn night, the faint moonlight shines on the vast earth, and there is silence, only the rustling sound of the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.

The quiet moonlight spreads on the ground through the mottled leaves, making the whole garden look particularly quiet and peaceful.

In November, the large maple leaves in Qinyuan's backyard are extremely beautiful. A few days ago, when Nancy said that Shen Qing and Su Mu wanted to make an appointment to go forward together, but every day she woke up very late in the morning. She and Su Mu both felt that if the maple leaves missed the cold and quiet air in the morning, it would not seem so pleasing to the eye.

When the evening was over, Shen Qing murmured and asked Mr. Lu to call her in the morning. The man agreed, but he didn't take it seriously. He just thought about getting up early, so he was not tired.

At night, Mrs. Lu was like a few days ago, turning around in bed, and changing postures. At first, Mr. Lu could bear it, but in the end she couldn't bear it anymore and hugged the person and crawled on her chest. In this way, Mrs. Lu was calm for a moment. When she got up at night to go to the toilet, she was so scared that she saw that her posture was so indecent.

She was lying on Lu Jingxing, and the man reached out to hold her and protected her in front of his chest, as if a mother was protecting the child.

Really,,, blushed.

The next morning, at 5:30, Mr. Lu woke up quietly, looked at his lover, lay on his side and held his arms with one hand. He slept sweetly, felt warm, his mouth was smiling and his beautiful face was touched.

It is not easy for the couple to stumble until today.

Mr. Lu woke up early in the morning and went to dinner, Shen Qing still didn't get up. Su Mu asked, and Lu Jing walked on the way. "Last night before going to bed, I thought about asking me to call her to go to the backyard with you to see the maple leaves in the morning. If you don't believe me, look at me, and you will get up later and scold me."

Mr. Lu knows Mrs. Lu very well. In the morning, Mrs. Lu got up and went downstairs to see Mr. Lu sitting on the sofa with his laptop on his knees checking something. He was angry and said a few words to him, but he was nothing more than asking her to wake her up.

When the servants on one side heard this, they all lowered their heads and smiled, smiling at the scene and the situation. Seeing this, Shen Qing was confused, until Su Mu came down and looked at her with a smile and said, "I'm still saying in the morning that you will scold him today, but it turns out."

As soon as he said this, Shen Qing blushed and stared at Lu Jingxing for a while and couldn't say a word.

After a while, Mr. Lu smiled and stroked Mrs. Lu's hair; "The maple leaves in the morning are naturally beautiful, but it would be even more beautiful if the afterglow of the sunset shone on the red maple leaves. Why didn't Ayou ask her mother to go see it in the evening?"

"Du Shisan once wrote: I parked and sat in the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves were redder than the February flowers. It can be seen that enjoying maple leaves in the evening is also a beautiful scenery, right? Why is Ayou serious?" The words are inconsistent, eloquent, eloquent, and eloquent. These words are not an exaggeration to describe Mr. Lu's words.

Since ancient times, literati and poets have liked the artistic conception of maple leaves turning red. The frost leaves are redder than February flowers have become a famous quote that has been passed down for thousands of years. The maple leaves in the north and south of the country have not been very similar. The earliest one to be red should be the maple leaves in the capital, Tanshan, which are red in September of the Gregorian calendar.

The latest one should be Jiangcheng, which will not turn red until mid-November. The maple trees and ginkgo forests around Jiangcheng are urging color by frost and dew, and the danyun is full of radiance, showing their charm, and the red leaves of the maple trees are dazzling.

The maple forest is dyed, the autumn wind and red leaves are all beautiful. "Mr. Lu is so knowledgeable and talented, I must also know the statement [the deeper the frost is, the stronger the color is]." Mrs. Lu is not willing to be outdone. If it is said that it is not bad compared to the ink in her belly, both of them seem to be bad. The route can speak righteously and righteously with you, and Mrs. Lu can also argue in a distorted way.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lu smiled and said seriously, "In the evening, my mother accompanied you to park and sit in the maple forest. In the early morning, I accompanied you to see the thicker frost and thicker colors. In this way, Ayou can take advantage of it," Mr. Lu smiled vigorously.

Seeing that his lover wanted to say something, the man waved his hand with magnanimity, "Okay, okay, that's it, go and eat something! Feed your dog after eating, otherwise I'll be upset."

Look, how shameful it is? Everything arranged in detail is really annoying. After Shen Qing left angrily, Su Mu sat over with a smile and looked at Lu Jingxing's way; "No wonder Qingqing doesn't like you. Who can be happy with your virtue?"

When Lu Jingxing heard this, he looked up at his mother, then slightly opened his thin lips and said in a light tone, "It's enough for me to like her."

When he woke up early in the morning, the discussion about maple leaves between the couple ended. Mr. Lu forced to end the topic. Mrs. Lu was so angry that Mrs. Lu's nose was not the nose, and eyes were not the eyes. Some interest between husband and wife is a good thing. If she really looked like that girl, who wouldn't she be suffocated to death?

Not good or not.

In the evening, Shen Qing and Su Mu went to the maple forest in the backyard. Mr. Lu originally wanted to follow him, but he was reluctant to leave for business, so he called Xu Han and Nancy to follow him from afar.

Since ancient times, there are countless poems about maple leaves, but if it is tender, it is the only one that catches you anytime and anywhere. [Stop and sit in the maple forest late, frost leaves are redder than February flowers]. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law talk all the way to the destination.

I have to say that Qinyuan is really a unique place, with mountains, water and beautiful scenery, and there are no shortages of twelve scenery a year.

After dinner that day, Su Mu saw Lu Jingxing come back and said to go back to the Presidential Palace. Lu Jingxing arranged a special plane to send people back to the capital. Before leaving, Su Mu reached out and patted Shen Qing's hand, and everything stopped in his throat.

Many words are hard to say.

After all, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is there.

"Seven Scenes of Life, all kinds of life, A You live well," this sentence contains all the words she wants to say.

There are certain phenomena in life, whether good or bad, and there is nothing else but one's own heart.

Su Mu's words were full of heavy meaning, and Shen Qing understood.

She wants to live well! But Lu Jingxing is in a high position and has many moments of involuntary action. How big would she be if she lives well?

The next morning, Mr. Lu felt the most upset, was that Mrs. Lu had her period. When she got up in the morning, she hurriedly got up. Before she could follow in, she heard someone in the bathroom call him to the second drawer in the locker room to get things. When the drawer was opened, Mr. Lu was unhappy. His face was ugly. Now he was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

I thought I could be warm and warm when I came back, but how could I know that human calculations were not as good as God's calculations, so why didn't I count Mrs. Lu's aunt?

If he had known this, he wouldn't have pinched and rolled the person to a round and flattened last night?

Qi, it is really Qi.

The heart, liver, spleen and lungs are really squeezed together.

Someone was sitting in the bathroom for a long time but didn't see him, so he called out, and the sound fell to the ground. What followed was a paper box "flying" in front of him. Mr. Lu was so angry that he lost his temper and was too lazy to even send sanitary products to others. He opened the door, reached out and threw it over, and hit Shen Qing's feet, making her feel extravagant.

I thought to myself, have you messed with you? It was early in the morning.

After packing up, I saw the man lying on the bed covering his face with one hand. Someone stepped over and reached out to touch him. The man was still as motionless.

"Lu Jingxing," she called softly, her words softly.

"Lu Jingxing," she called, but still did not respond.

Seeing this, someone was different from his common knowledge. He climbed onto the bed obediently and was about to sleep with someone on his shoulder. He only then did he sleep on someone's shoulder. He heard a depressed sound, and said in a hard tone, "Stay away from me."

Mr. Lu was so angry that he was wandering in his heart. He lost his good temper and saw that he was close to him, even more so.

At first, Shen Qing thought he had heard it wrong, then half-supported his body and looked at him quietly for a while. After confirming that his ear strength was fine, he asked quietly, "It's early in the morning, did I mess with you?"

What's wrong? When you wake up in the morning, you pull Zhang Du's face to show him before dawn?

Seeing that he still looked like he was not close to someone, Mrs. Lu was angry and stretched out her hand to lift the quilt. If you don’t touch it, you won’t touch it. I don’t want you?

Mr. Lu thought that she didn't provoke her, but she provoked her for her period. Thinking of this, Mr. Lu became angry and turned over and pressed someone under her body and said viciously, "When you want you, you always make excuses to let me stop. My aunt is here now. Do you really want me to be a widow? I've been hungry for dozens of days, just stuff my teeth into pieces, right?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lu understood, this man is really..., just like that, I can't think about it, if I think too much, I have a headache.

I have always known that Mr. Lu is not restrained in bed affairs, so she doesn't want to do it now. But what can I do?

Someone was both angry and funny, and reached out to hook his neck, chuckled and comforted the man, "It's not like this every day, it's just a week for a month."

"Yeah, I just happened to be practicing for one week in a month," the man agreed unhappily.

"Okay! You're a little bitch," Mrs. Lu raised her head slightly and kissed the man on the thin lips. It didn't matter if she was teasing. Besides, she didn't have the courage to tease Lu Jingxing at this moment, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable if she turned around and became confused.

When Mr. Lu heard this, he sighed heavily. It was too uncomfortable. "I owe you in my previous life," Lu Jingxing chewed her neck angrily, his words were full of helplessness.

"Well, so you've come to pay off your debts in this life," someone leaned over with a smile, reached out to put his strong waist, and slowly rubbed against his arms. The man lay on the bed, raised his hand to wrap the person in his arms, reached out to touch her head, and said softly, "Sleep! There's nothing you can do about you."

"Have you washed the clothes you changed?" Mr. Lu asked with his eyes closed on the bed.

"Take the trash can," someone's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lu raised his hand and put it in his eyes, trying to hide something, thinking to himself that his wife is a smart person, afraid that the servant will see dirty underwear, so she has some solutions.

It's okay to throw it away, so he can get up and wash her.

A person with thief spirit! This is.

The next day, Mr. Lu got up early and got up gently. He did not rush to brush his teeth and wash his face, but went into the bathroom to pick up the garbage bag and tie it knots. Then he put on a morning coat and went down to throw the garbage in person, scaring the servants.

Nancy came up to her. The man held a cigarette in one hand and a bag in one hand. Seeing her step forward, she handed the cigarette in her hand into her mouth, and then waved her hand to her, indicating that she didn't need to come over.

He had to do this by himself, otherwise someone would blush, the man squinted his eyes slightly, sucked his mouth and headed out of the house. This early morning scene made the servants pass on word of mouth for a whole day.

The man walked a hundred meters and threw the black garbage bag in his hand into the trash can in a parabolic position. Then he turned around and grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, swallowing the clouds and smog.

Although Nancy was confused, she didn't dare to ask.

When he entered the main room, Mr. Lu threw the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, went into the bathroom on the first floor to rub his hands, and then slowly went upstairs after drying.

When I got up early in the morning, the man was far less elegant than during the day. Instead, he was a little lazy and went upstairs again and changed his clothes before he started the morning jog for the whole day.

In the morning, Shen Qing stood in the backyard and watched the servant bathing the dog. The servants talked about his husband's feat in the morning, and the person he was talking about was blushing.

Turning around to the study on the second floor.

Mr. Lu may not be busy these days. Apart from the two video conferences that took place in the morning for a long time, there seems to be nothing else.

Look, Shen Qingzheng was nestled in the study and read a book. Someone pushed open the door and came in.

He stepped over and looked at the books in her hand, and said, "Bookworm."

Then he also followed suit and reached out to grab the book in the bookcase and read it casually. When the pages were turned over, there was a line of words in the blank space of the last page, which reappeared Bian Zhilin out of context. The font was as elegant and free as ever. Mr. Lu looked at these words, and the short sentences could be described in one stroke, but he read them for three or five minutes. After a while, the man asked as usual, "A You like Bian Zhilin very much?"

After this, Shen Qing held the book's hand and slowly tightened it underneath, with the same face as he was on the page. Then the hand placed on the page turned the page casually and said casually, "It's okay."

OK? Do you like it or not?

Mr. Lu's eyes fell on Shen Qing, and he stretched out his hand to touch the line of words on the last page, and then savored, "Although the font is powerful, it is too powerful, not like the calligraphy of the sect. Although it is elegant and free, it is always too casual and needs improvement."

As the man said, he fell on his lover and said, "It's not like Ayou's font, my friend's?"

My friend’s? What a simple three words, but Shen Qing felt it was extremely harsh. He nodded slightly after a while, "Yeah..."

"Male?" Mr. Lu asked.

A man who has a crush on his wife can't keep him, but he is not a good person who covets his marriage in everything.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing felt a thrill, and then forced the corner of his mouth to rise and said casually, "Do you still have to tell your home address and contact information?"

Mr. Lu chuckled and then said, "No need, Ayou just need to tell her your married identity."

Look, how strong and domineering?

How possessive is it?

Seeing that her face was slightly dark, Mr. Lu's smile became more and more proud. Then he reached out and pulled out a fountain pen from the pen holder, pulled the books in Mrs. Lu's hand, and began to wield the pen to write something.
To be continued...