Chapter 59 Wear it for dad

[Oh, tomorrow is the day when my brother gets drunk... The second brother was unguarded against her, so she brought the glass of wine and drank it. ] Lu Chaochao was watching the show in his heart.

Lu Zhengyue was on guard in his heart.

"When you come to the Marquis Mansion, treat it as your own home, and worship at home. You saved my life, that's right. I'll come over to accompany you tomorrow." Lu Zhengyue showed no emotion on his face.

The two walked in the snow for a while before Lu Zhengyue sent her back to the yard.

She stood in the snow, looking sadly at his retreating back. As long as Lu Zhengyue turned around, he could see her face.

Sure enough, Lu Zhengyue turned around.

It wasn't until Lu Zheng walked further away that the smile on her face suddenly fell.

The little maid behind you came forward and said, "Miss Su, can I help you wash up? Your body is soaked in snow and you will easily catch the cold."

Su Zhiqing nodded slightly.

After washing up, Su Zhiqing returned to the house and sat in front of the bronze mirror, her hair disheveled.

There is also a sandalwood table in the inner room, with some papers pressed on it, and there is a faint fragrance of ink.

"What is this?" She opened a page, and the handwriting of flying dragons and phoenixes came into view.

Different from a young boy like Lu Zhengyue, this handwriting is extremely tense and reveals a sense of courage that comes easily from his fingertips.

"It's the handwriting of the Marquis."

"This was originally the Marquis's study, and the Marquis would occasionally take a nap here. These are all the words of the Marquis." The maid replied respectfully.

Su Zhiqing's face was a little hot, and her fingertips felt as if they were burned as they crossed the pen and ink.

Lying on the bed, hazy, as if he was wrapped in a strong aura of the opposite sex.

This is the bed where Lord Lu slept.

On the second day, Su Zhiqing looked extremely bad.

She was wearing a light-colored dress, and her whole body was swaying like a small white flower that depended on others.

When Lu Zhengyue came over, he couldn't help but sigh: "Qingqing, don't be sad, you still have me. I will take good care of you for your uncle and aunt. You believe me." Lu Zhengyue's eyes were sincere.

Su Zhiqing nodded with red eyes.

The night was getting dark, and the maid went to Suzhai.

Lu Zhengyue stepped back, took the copper basin himself, and paid homage to Su Zhiqing in the garden.

Paper money was swirling and flying in the air, and the thin girl knelt in the snow, crying silently.

"Mom and dad... Qingqing met Zhengyue. Brother Zhengyue is a good man. You have a soul in heaven, so you can rest assured." Su Zhiqing sobbed softly and poured the two glasses of sake on the ground in front of the copper basin.

Lu Zhengyue accompanied her to burn the paper money.

Su Zhiqing's mouth turned white from the cold.

"Have some dinner. You are not in good health. Don't freeze yourself." Lu Zhengyue helped her indoors. The table was already full of dinner.

His eyes fell on the two wine glasses and he looked away slightly.

"Brother Zhengyue, thank you for coming to me."

"Although I saved you, Qingqing was alone in the world. It was you who gave Qingqing the courage to live. You also redeemed Qingqing."

"This glass of wine is for you." Su Zhiqing personally brought the wine to him.

Lu Zhengyue looked calm: "Qingqing, it's my turn to respect you." He picked up the wine glass.

Clink glasses gently with Su Zhiqing.

The two of them drank it all in one go.

Su Zhiqing breathed out softly, seeming to feel relieved.

He also persuaded Lu Zhengyue to use a lot of vegetarian food.

Maybe it was because she had used too much silver charcoal, or maybe she was drunk. She just felt a little stuffy in the room, and the boy in front of her also had a double image.

Even the voices in my ears gradually became vague and no longer real.

She seemed to hear the young man sigh: "Qingqing, you are drunk."

But she just felt like her whole body was on fire, looking for some refreshment.

She seemed to be held on top of the soft cave, blew out the candles, and seemed to hear the sound of the door closing.

As her footsteps moved further and further away, she felt like there was a fire in her chest, trying to burn her to ashes and make her lose all her sanity.

"Hot..." she murmured softly.

She opened her clothes, leaving only her inner coat, but she still felt that the room was very hot.

With a creak, the door opened.

When the door opened, there was a hint of coolness in the room.

She came back to her senses slightly, and her body moved faster than her mind. She quickly stood up and hugged the future person tightly in her arms.

The visitor was stunned.

She pressed against each other tightly without any gaps, absorbing the coolness.

Her voice was trembling, and she sighed comfortably: "Don't push me away."

The voice is irresistibly soft.

The person who came was squeezing her waist tightly, his eyes were red: "Do you know who I am?"

The voice was low, with a hint of elegance and oppression of a mature man.

Su Zhiqing blushed with embarrassment.

Why are you dreaming again?

Last night, ever since she knew that this was Lord Lu's study room and the bed where Lord Lu once slept, she felt extremely shy.

Why did such a bold dream appear tonight?

Su Zhiqing's voice was trembling, her hands were groping around the other person's body, and she couldn't help but tremble when she even untied the other person's clothes.

He fell softly into the other person's arms.

"Yes...it's Mr. Hou." She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes sparkling.

"It's Lord Lu."

"Master Marquis, don't push me away, don't push Qingqing away." She murmured in a low voice, as if with a hint of prayer.

She stepped on her feet, hooked her arms around the other person's neck, and lifted herself up little by little.

Lu Yuanze had veins bulging on his forehead. He had been like a fish in water for more than ten years.

Recently, I have been exhausted from being tormented by Xu Shiyun and Pei Jiaojiao.

Tonight, after drinking two more drinks with his colleagues, he felt a little confused, but as a man, he knew what he was doing.

Su Zhiqing is different from the old-fashioned and dignified daughter of the Xu family.

It is also different from Pei Jiaojiao's gentleness.

This is an extremely young girl with humble prayers.

This is a sixteen-year-old girl in her prime.

Different from them all.

The girl's dexterous tongue penetrated into her mouth, and the string of reason was broken on the spot.

The man lazily picked up the woman. The woman exclaimed and hugged his neck tightly.

When the little maid came back with a lamp.

Hearing the melodious sounds in the room, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

Then his face turned pale with fright, and he hurried back to the main courtyard to report.

"Madam, madam... something happened." The little maid said in a crying tone.

"I don't know what idiot accidentally brought the Marquis back to his original study and into Miss Su's room." The little maid burst into tears. She could not relate to Miss Su at all when she heard the wild sounds in the room.

How could he be so dissolute?

Mrs. Xu covered Chaochao's ears, and Dengzhi immediately hugged the little guy down.

"What are you crying for? Don't ruin your happiness during the New Year."

Mrs. Xu's eyes were red, and she seemed to be gritting her teeth and said: "The Marquis has guarded me for nearly twenty years, which is enough. I can't monopolize the Marquis' favor by myself..." She seemed to sigh, her eyes red.

Even so, everyone saw the lady crying.

Mrs. Xu stayed up all night, standing in the courtyard, covered with snow, looking dreamily into the distance.

That's the direction of the study.

Behind her back, Dengzhi fed her several times of ginger soup.