Chapter 118 Anger

  This is Shao Mingyuan's study. Usually there will be Shao Zhi and Shao Liang resting nearby, but now, Shao Zhi and Shao Liang have their own tasks, so he is the only one left.

   "Second son, is the maid in?"

  The voice of the woman outside the door was soft, with a trembling tail, like a soul-sucking siren.

  Shao Mingyuan felt a little hot, he tugged at the placket, his voice was still cold: "Wait."

   He got up, his feet were a little weak due to dizziness when he landed, put on his coat, and walked to the door step by step.

  The woman outside the door lowered her eyebrows, her smooth and slender neck exposed to the moonlight.

   The footsteps were getting closer, and she seemed to be able to faintly smell the faint scent of wine.

  The people in the house had come to the door, and after a few breaths, there was a sound, followed by the sound of footsteps walking back.

   The face of the beautiful woman holding the hangover soup changed gloomily.

   The sound just now... It was actually a knock at the door!

   It turns out that the world-famous champion Hou just asked her to wait, but he came to lock the door?

The woman bit her lip, and her voice was even softer: "Second Young Master, are you drunk? Open the door, Madam asks the maid to bring you sober soup. If you don't need it, the maid will not be able to deal with the madam when you go back. ."

   There was a light breathing sound in the room.

  Woman: "…"

   She doesn't believe in evil anymore. Could it be that there really is a man who can sit still?

   "Second son, you open the door. If you don't open the door, the maid will have to wait forever."

   After a while, footsteps sounded in the house, and the door was suddenly opened.

   Against the moonlight, the man standing inside the door had clear eyebrows, rosy cheeks, and an unparalleled demeanor.

   At that moment, the woman's heart skipped a beat, as if she had become the person who was bewitched.

   "Second Young Master—" She curved her lips and smiled, her black hair pulled back, revealing a smooth and pure face.

   Shao Mingyuan's eyes tightened, and then his calm expression turned to sullen, he picked up the woman with the hangover soup, and threw it out of the yard together.

   "Go one step further and I'll kill you!" The young general warned condescendingly with murderous aura.

   The gentle and virtuous young gentleman turned into a cold and ruthless murderer in an instant, making the woman's newly rising love burst like a bubble before it fermented.

   Under such murderous aura, she was shaking like chaff and sweating like rain.

   Shao Mingyuan turned around and entered the room, closed the door, and fell directly on the bed.

  Will there be such a mother? He even sent a woman who was somewhat similar to his deceased wife to deliver sober soup!

  What is the mother thinking? What do you take him for?

  The spirits were burning in the belly, anger and sadness were churning in the bottom of my heart, but, unfortunately, there was another fire in the lower abdomen.

   That is a desire that belongs only to a man, even if he has never had a woman, he understands it.

  Shao Mingyuan sat up, leaned his back against the cold wall, and sighed deeply.

   The alcohol that made him dull and rational seemed to dissipate in an instant with this sudden desire.

   He drank too much, but his mother, who had always been indifferent, could not wait for tomorrow to call him to discuss his wife's funeral, and then brought sober soup.

   And the woman who gave the hangover soup looked somewhat similar to his wife.

   Is Shao Mingyuan a mindless fool in his mother's heart?

  What a... clumsy plan.

   Shao Mingyuan thought sarcastically.

   He can think how he wants to understand, but the body's reaction is not dictated by reason.

  It wasn't pain, but it made him feel more uncomfortable than any kind of pain. The body was, and the heart was more.

  Shao Mingyuan simply got up and went to the clean room, washing his body with cold water over and over again, until his body was completely cool, and it was halfway through the night.

When    learned the result, Shen shi was also so angry that he didn't sleep much all night. The next morning, he called Shao Mingyuan, who had a splitting headache, and made trouble in front of the Marquis of Jing'an.

"Shao Mingyuan, what I said to you yesterday was serious business. You have an idea when you grow up, and it's one thing to disagree with what I said. Is it because of this that you don't take me as a mother at all? "

   "Son dare not."

   "Don't dare? Why don't you dare?" Shen shi glanced at the Marquis of Jing'an and sneered, "I kindly sent someone to give you sober soup last night, how did you do it?"

   Shao Mingyuan said lightly: "My son drank too much wine and forgot."

"Forget it?" Shen shivered in anger, raised his eyebrows and said, "Lord Hou, listen to him, he drank too much wine and forgot, and he even threw the person I sent to deliver the sober soup together with the soup. Get out of the yard!"

   "There's still this matter?" Jingan Hou blinked.

  Shen Shi sneered in his heart: Again, every time she said that Shao Mingyuan was wrong, Lord Hou would be sloppy!

   Facing the question from the Marquis of Jing'an, Shao Mingyuan's expression remained the same: "My son drank too much, I really don't remember much. Maybe it was because the enemy attacked and threw it out."

   "Smoothly? Is that an enemy? That's a delicate and tender little girl! What a murderous intention you have to use such a heavy hand, that one throw makes people unable to get out of bed for at least half a month!"

   "There is no distinction between men and women." Shao Mingyuan said calmly.

"Hahaha—" Hearing this, the Hou Jingan laughed out loud, reached out and patted Shao Mingyuan's shoulder, and said with relief, "My son is right, how can a true general act with emotion? That's how it should be!"

  Jing'an Hou nodded again and again and sighed: "Young is better than blue, Ming Yuan, you are better than father!"

  Shen Shi: "..." Every time I want to kill the younger ones, and then the older ones, I'm really mad at her!

   "By the way, Madam, what did you ask Ming Yuan about yesterday?"

  Shen Shen picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He calmed down and said, "Oh, Mr. Qiao is about to go to the funeral. I'm discussing it with him, and let Brother Qiu play the flag for Mr. Qiao—"

   "How can this be done!" Before Shen shi could finish speaking, the Marquis of Jing An interrupted.

Meeting Shen's dissatisfied eyes, Jing An Hou coughed lightly: "I mean, Ming Yuan is still young, he will always marry another wife and have children in the future, so it's inappropriate for Qiu Ge'er to beat the flag for Qiao's. ,inappropriate."

   Let Brother Qiu beat the flag, which is equivalent to remembering Brother Qiu in the name of Qiao's family. When the second son remarries a wife and has children in the future, the status of the son of the successor will be embarrassing.

   "Okay, both of your grandfathers got angry out of one nostril. I was a good person in vain." Shen Shi sneered and got up, "I should go to the directorship, Lord Hou, do it yourself."

   She walked past Shao Mingyuan, her eyes were cold.

   What happened yesterday didn't work out, and I didn't catch the handle this morning. This idiot is getting more and more slippery!

  Shen shi went to the flower hall of the daily director. After a while, the stewards from various places came one after another to report to her the various expenses one by one.

  Shen shi glanced at him and asked, "Why don't you see Mr. Shen?"

  The stewards looked at each other in dismay, and finally the steward in charge of buying said: "Report to Madam, yesterday I saw steward Shen changed into a new dress and went out of the house."

   Someone snickered when he heard it, thinking to himself: That old guy must be going for fun.

  Shen shi put down his dissatisfaction for the time being: "Okay, let's go."

   She sent someone to find Steward Shen, while Shao Mingyuan was listening to Shao Zhi's report.

   (end of this chapter)