Sixteenth Dragon Scale (10)

Shaoshuai He coldly patted his father by his hand and pulled Linglong down, by the way, led Linglong a little far away from He Dashuai, and said to her: "This is my father. Just remember what he looks like, everything else is not important."

When Marshal He heard this, he immediately blew his beard and glared: "Un-filial! What are you talking nonsense?!"

"Let's go, there is a chef at home who is very good at making northern snacks. You will definitely like it. I have sent someone back in advance for him to prepare."

When Linglong heard that there was something delicious, her beautiful eyes suddenly became bright, “Let’s go.”

Both of them ignored He Dashen, leaving only the lonely Dashen standing alone in the spot, as if a gust of wind blew past his butt, blew up two yellow leaves, extremely pitiful. However, Dashen He is a little good person, which is that he is very nervous and has strong self-regulation ability. Anyway, over the years, only one eldest son dares not give him face like this. He is also... used to it. If you can find the dignity of being a father in front of other children, the eldest son is too powerful, and I can be cowardly.

But he really thought that his eldest son was disgusted with his undecisive personal style over the years. Especially he didn't like the group of charming and charming concubines around him. He Dashuai was once very worried that his eldest son was so old and had never even had a woman. He either had hidden illness or aesthetic abnormality. He could see that his eldest son hated the kind of concubines who were seducing every move, and was afraid that everything would turn against him. He went from hating his concubine to hating beauty, and then married an ugly girl.

Now seeing his future eldest daughter-in-law, He Dashuai finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the eldest son had not gotten married for so many years not because he liked ugly girls, but because he had seen too much beauty's appetite and wanted to find the most beautiful one.

His wife died early. Although He Dashuai had many sons and daughters, he was the only one who was concerned about the most. He Xiuzhen was really afraid that he would die underground and could not explain to his wife. Now that he is better, he no longer has to worry about it.

It's a pity that He Xiuzhen didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would have sneered and said it as if He Dashui was very competent. In fact, it was just the kind of hungry ghost in the sex. I'm afraid that He Dashui wouldn't even think about why his son didn't like him talking to his daughter-in-law so much. There was no way, just what He Dashui did in the past, as long as he was beautiful, no matter what his identity was, He Xiuzhen felt that He Dashui could not do it.

Of course, his young wife must guard her well, guard against wolves and guard against her own people first.

Linglong had a satisfying meal. So far, she had only met Shuai He. As for the legendary 6636 concubines, Linglong was not honored to meet him. However, when she had dinner together in the evening, Linglong realized that during the time when He Xiuzhen went to Qiucheng, Shuai He had taken two more concubines. She was still as beautiful as a twin sister, and was not much older than Linglong. When she snuggled up to Shuai He, she was full of family happiness.

He Xiuzhen promised in front of his father-in-law and mother-in-law and his future wife that he had no interest in his concubines, and would stay with Linglong for the rest of his life. He couldn't help but be shady. He felt that he was just to mess with him, just to discredit him. In the past, he accepted his concubines but had a clean family background. These twins were dancers, and they were still the dancers who were selling their skills and body. He Xiuzhen really didn't understand why he was so addicted.

He Dashuai didn't think so, he hugged him and sat on the chair with his arms around and happily introduced his eldest son, and said something more: "Of course, this is not as good-looking as your wife."

He Xiuzhen glanced at him coldly, feeling that it was too embarrassing to have dinner with such a person. He held Linglong's hand and left. After that, he still heard the new concubine and sister Hua Dia, who was said to have been pregnant for two months: "The handsome man is so annoying~ aren't we good-looking~~"

He Dashuai's bones were all crispy, and he slapped his mouth and said, "It's good to look good, you're not only good to look good, but also--"

Before saying the latter sentence, He Xiuzhen covered Linglong's ears with great prescient knowledge, and she raised her little face and was confused: "What are you doing?"

"Will we eat in the kitchen? I'll ask someone to make whatever you want."

As soon as she heard that Linglong was eating, she became interested and didn't care about him covering her ears. In fact, she could hear clearly. She was just a dirty word, and she was not a child.

Because she was just an unmarried couple, Linglong did not sleep with He Xiuzhen, but her room was next to him, cleaned up and arranged the style that Linglong liked. It was obvious that she was very attentive, which made her satisfaction with He Xiuzhen rise sharply. Before going to bed, she held her pillow and knocked on He Xiuzhen's door. He might have just finished taking a shower and heard the knock on the door. The black bathrobe was tied loosely, revealing the bronze hard and strong chest, like delicious chocolate, and even had some water vapor on her body and water dripping with her head.

Compared with his tall and toughness, Lingqing looks petite and white. Her body is not tall, and she is so cute that she is easy to be loved. At this moment, she is wearing furry slippers, wearing pajamas, holding a pillow, and standing at the door of He Xiuzhen's bedroom, like a soft and cute little white rabbit, very likable.

He Xiuzhen pulled Linglong into his room with a calm face and slammed the door and took it with a slam. "How can I get dressed like this? What if someone sees it?"

Linglong walked naturally towards his bed, throwing the pillow first and then pounced on him, holding the pillow for a few rounds, and her nightgown could not hide the beautiful scenery at all. He Xiuzhen even saw her pink little fat. "Linglong..."

"I don't know the place in my life, so I dare not sleep alone." She got up and sat down, with a well-behaved posture, "I want you to accompany me."

Of course He Xiuzhen was willing to accompany her, but he remembered what he had promised repeatedly in front of his parents-in-law... To be honest, he didn't feel that he had enough willpower to resist the woman he liked in his arms. The two of them slept all night but did nothing.

But if it does, it would be too sinful.

Linglong doesn't care what He Xiuzhen is thinking. She can do whatever she wants. To be honest, she's really tired of being a good girl who has been dressed in Qiucheng for so long. It doesn't matter if she occasionally acts in front of He Xiuzhen, but if she spends decades together, she has to endure it. Linglong thinks that's too cruel, it's a little better than not being full. Moreover, she just looks young, not really an ignorant girl.

The most important thing is that after a long time of vegetarianism, she also wanted to get along with the meat.

At this time, Linglong was a little envious of He Dashuai. There were thirty-six, no, thirty-eight concubines, who could sleep one every day or several at a time, and it would be so happy that they would not have the same style!

He Xiuzhen was so tired that he had no choice but to go to bed. He thought very well at the beginning, and felt that he had been in war for so many years and had extremely firm willpower. How could a little girl let him lose? He had never encountered women with bad intentions before, and he had all kinds of styles and was confused before he saw him. So yes, He Shaoshun believed in his integrity and will, and he would definitely become the new Liu Xiahui!

The next morning, He Dashuai tasted a delicious traditional breakfast with a refreshing breath. He didn't like the Western set. He took two slices of unpleasant bread and smeared with meat and sauce and ate it. Where can I get the steaming millet porridge with fried dough sticks and sesame cakes delicious!

"Where is the young marshal?"

"Go back to the Grand Marshal, the Young Marshal hasn't gotten up yet."

The guard's answer made He Dashuai bit the Shaobing curious. You should know that his eldest son was different from other children since childhood. He was self-disciplined and precocious. Let's put it this way, he has been a father and son for almost 30 years. He Dashuai has never seen He Xiuzhen get up late and his life is extremely regular. It's ten o'clock, but he hasn't gotten up yet?

"You won't die suddenly!" He Dashuai was shocked, "Hurry, hurry up, go to the young coach's room! Go and pry the door open for me!"

The rich imagination has made He Dazhen portray at least ten ways of death in his mind. He Xiuzhen did not eat breakfast anymore. He ran upstairs first and kicked him first, but didn't even pried the door. The sword He Dazhen, who was still old, had already destroyed the poor door panel.

He was unwilling to admit that he was a little afraid of his eldest son. Of course, a little bit is just a little bit! Therefore, when Marshal He saw a snow-white and delicate arm exposed outside the quilt, he quickly grabbed the guard behind him and pushed forward, reprimanded: "What are you doing! The young man can't take a break! I can't stop you anymore, right?"

He Xiuzhen put Linglong's arm into the quilt and looked over with a smile. He was naked, but he couldn't bear to let Linglong show a little, "Then I have to thank you so much."

He Dashuai laughed dryly: "You're welcome, who said I'm your father? By the way, the food downstairs is served, I'll go and eat it first. I'll deal with this guy who has aroused you."

As he said that, he grabbed the guard's collar and dragged the person out. He Xiuzhen's smile suddenly disappeared: "My door."

"Repair it now, repair it now." He Dashuai agreed like his grandson and quickly applied oil to the soles of his feet.

He Xiuzhen endured for a long time, let out a breath, wrapped the naked little wife with a quilt and hugged her in his arms. He couldn't stay in the room anymore, and the door was gone, so it would be better to go to the next room. He looked down and saw her little face white and red, and she was sleeping soundly. For some reason, He Shaoshuai suddenly felt like a poor scholar who was sucked in the story of a monster.
Chapter completed!