Sixteenth Dragon Scale (eleven)

Linglong was still sleeping soundly when she was wrapped in a quilt. No matter what happened around her, He Xiuzhen admired her sleep quality. Compared to him who could wake up with a little movement, she was no different from a little pig. However, when she thought about it from the side, it seemed that it also confirmed his male masculinity.

However, compared to the tenderness and sweetness of last night, Linglong woke up was quite cold and ruthless. She slapped He Xiuzhen in the face and pushed him away. She was far away from her and refused to be kissed by him: "Don't lean over if you don't brush your teeth."

He Xiuzhen said: "Come and smell it, I won't smell it at all."

Linglong turned to cover his mouth with disgust. Later, she felt that it was not enough. She lifted up her snow-white little foot and kicked it out from the middle of the two, just hitting He Xiuzhen's chest, which was so fierce. He Xiuzhen treated her, and she really had no temper at all. Her warm big hand held Linglong's little foot down, raised it and put it to her mouth to bite her. She was fragrant and soft all over her body, completely different from him. Last night, He Xiuzhen learned in depth, what was self-control and what will it be. He Xiuzhen didn't know what it was.

Even if he was going back to Qiucheng, he would admit it even if he was beaten up by his father-in-law. After all, even the saints couldn't help it in that situation, let alone him?

Seeing Linglong sleepy face still unwilling to be touched by him, He Xiuzhen only felt hatred and love, and the hatred was itchy and the love was itchy. He felt that this was such a little devil, and he had hooked his heart away and didn't give him any left.

Linglong moved her toes and supported her hands on the bed. At this moment, He Xiuzhen looked very handsome. He usually liked to button the buttons to the top in military uniform. The trouser line was always straight and neat. Linglong had long wanted to strip him naked and try it. Last night she finally got her wish. Now she felt that she was beautiful and had a good figure and touch with her military uniform. She had a strong muscles and a slender body. Linglong was also touched by kissing. Before she could eat, the two of them simply rolled into a ball again.

When he finally had enough food and drink, he went downstairs. He Dashuai, who had nothing to do today, was in the living room on the first floor. He smiled at the ambiguous Hengshen at the two of them, and gave the eldest son a thumbs up: "Good boy, I have the style of my past!" I remember that he made them scream when he was Ye Yu ten girls back then! Now it seems that his son has inherited his talent, okay, okay! Men still need capital to make women throw themselves into their arms, He Dashuai thought confidently.

He Xiuzhen always thought that he was vulgar. He really didn't know how his mother liked this guy back then, nor did he know how his grandfather educated such a thing. He looked at He Dashuai with disgust and asked lightly: "No more now?"

Otherwise, what would you say about back then? A hero will not mention his courage.

Linglong burst out laughing, not giving any face to her future father-in-law. He Dashuai is fifty years old this year, of course he cannot be as energetic as young, but he has strong self-esteem. How can men be looked down upon in such matters? He wanted to stand up and decide the outcome with He Xiuzhen. Fortunately, he still has a brain. After seeing his son's cold face and his daughter-in-law's smile, he coughed: "What nonsense, there is no temperament at all, go back."

Linglong smiled louder, and He Xiuzhen held her hand and walked towards the kitchen, too lazy to pay attention to He Dashui. This guy also had the nerve to say that others had no temperament and asked him to see that the most uncharacteristic person in the world was He Dashui himself.

Watching his son and daughter-in-law, He Dashuai touched the white thighs under the cheongsam of his sister Hua's wife in depression and asked, "Babys, do you think I'm not old?"

The sister Hua smiled and comforted her. He Dashuai thought, too, if he really didn't look good, could he make both the concubines like flowers pregnant? Speaking of which, this is his first child... I can't remember it, let him go, I can't afford it anyway.

This time, he took Linglong back to Qingcheng, mainly to meet He Dashuai, and then put incense sticks on He Xiuzhen's deceased mother. The rest will be gone. After a procedure, it means that Linglong will be the young grandmother of the He family in the future. At the same time, he also lets the children and concubines know who will be the hostess of the He family in the future, so that some people will not be too active. Speaking of which, there are many women in the past few years, but those who can stay by their side to be a concubine are definitely knowledgeable and tactful, and they will never have any inappropriate thoughts.

Although Western culture is gradually invading, most people's thoughts are still relatively traditional, especially with men like He Dashuai. He likes beauties and is heartless, and calls everyone a baby. But if you really want to say which one you like the most, it's really not possible to distinguish the names of these thirty-eight concubines, likes, hates, and hates them. But he values ​​friendship and his concubines are not young anymore, and he has never abandoned them. He offers delicious food and drinks, and his children will always respond to their requests.

He is a bad husband, but definitely a competent father.

He Xiuzhen was precocious, thanks to his grandfather, otherwise it would be that he was the current character of Marshal He. Linglong imagined the version of Marshal He's version of Marshal He, and he didn't want to chew his flesh and almost spit it out.

He Xiuzhen helplessly wiped her pink mouth with a handkerchief: "Don't think randomly when eating, I will never do that."

"It's okay." Linglong opened his mouth and ate a piece of beef he fed. "Anyway, I will find as many men as you find, and it's fair for everyone to look for each other."

He Xiuzhen's face sank: "You don't even think about it."

Linglong widened her eyes: "What is your tone and attitude? I think about it and you will blame me? We just made it last night, and now you turn against me?" After saying that, as soon as the chopsticks were put on, he turned around and left angrily, "I won't eat anymore."

He Xiuzhen hurriedly chased after him, kissed and coaxed him, and agreed to a lot of unequal treaties, which finally made the little ancestor satisfied and came back to eat again. He once again realized a fact - he fell.

Not only did they bring them back for dinner, they also had to serve them carefully. The servants beside them didn't dare to breathe. To be honest, where is the young marshal at home? The grand marshal has to act according to his expression. Who is disrespectful when he sees it? Now they are lucky enough to witness the young marshal whispering humble and bowing down to please the young grandma... Will they be silenced by the angry young marshal later?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is. A man’s self-esteem is terrible.

So everyone collectively lowered their heads and dared not raise them. Unfortunately, their ears do not compare with their eyes. They should not be shot just by hearing them!

Halfway through the two of them, a gust of fragrant wind came. Linglong raised her head and saw one of the sisters. The two sisters were twins and looked basically no different. Linglong couldn't tell the difference anyway. She came in and asked someone to pour tea, saying that the handsome man wanted to drink it, but when she left, she looked at He Xiuzhen who was whispering warmly. Although her eyes were concealed, she could not avoid Linglong. She narrowed her eyes and didn't like others coveting her own things.

"What are you looking at? Eat quickly."

Linglong reached out and pinched He Xiuzhen's cheeks, and the handsome young man immediately turned into a pig's head: "Xiuzhen, do you like it or not?"

"Um?"

"I mean your father's concubines are all pretty good-looking. You are so old, don't you have any other thoughts?"

He Xiuzhen felt that he had been insulted, and frowned slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, how could I be such a person?"

"Just kidding, I'm full, come with me."

Linglong pulled He Xiuzhen upstairs and ran upstairs. He followed behind and had to tell her to run slowly, staring at her for a moment and refused to relax. Many times he felt that he was not asking a charming little wife to come back, but hugged a little daughter who had to be spoiled. Look at Linglong's noisy, without slacking off for a second. Young Marshal He was so worried. He felt that if he watched from time to time, he didn't know what tricks she could do, and he didn't understand what strange ideas were placed in her little head.

"What are you doing?"

Linglong touched her nose, rummaged through the cabinet and found a cheongsam with an old-fashioned color. She didn't like to wear this one, but now she was very interested, so she started changing clothes in front of He Xiuzhen, which made He Xiuzhen's eyes linger. The dark green cheongsam covered her delicate skin little by little, and the snow-white cheongsam was hidden. A trace of regret appeared in his eyes, and then Linglong rushed over, "Come on, let's play games."

"Um?"

"Now I am your little mother."

He Xiuzhen: "???"

"Thirty-seventh, I didn't know that the look of the 38th concubine looked at you was very wrong. I think in order to prevent you from moving your thoughts, let's play first."

To put it bluntly, it’s not that she wants to play.

He Xiuzhen understood Linglong's meaning in seconds. Although he liked to play games with her very much, he learned that kind of woman... He pulled Linglong into his arms and asked her to sit on his thighs, "Don't compare yourself with them."

"I haven't. Do you want to play? Come on, call me mom and listen."

He Xiuzhen couldn't bear it anymore. He would play with her such strange things and only then would there be ghosts. Call her mother? "Let me see how you gave birth to me first."

The two of them were fighting together, and their delicate feet kicked on He Xiuzhen's chest again, panting, and their little face was slightly sweating. They were sweating profusely, and they breathed slightly: "You, you are not in a manner to me, so I won't call me and tell my father, let him kill you."

"It is impossible to kill me, at most you beat me up." He Xiuzhen bit her finger, "If I die, you will be a widow."

"The little widow has many stories, I'm happy."

He Xiuzhen was so angry that she wanted to hit her. She really didn't know where to hit her and learned a dirty word. She dared to say it when she opened her mouth. What if she missed it one day and heard it? "If you are a little widow, I am an old widower. We are born with a couple."

Very good match.
Chapter completed!