Chapter 794 The spoiled child's weak mother (25)

  The current him, his status has dropped again and again, and he is no longer the one he used to be.

  The tiger cub shed tears of grief and indignation in his heart.

   Angrily picked up a piece of spareribs and stuffed it into his mouth, covering up the sadness in his heart.

   Well, the ribs are actually pretty good too.

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  Wei Yao ate his meal and plunged into the study room to read.

  This old house of the Wei family, although there are not many rooms, but Mrs. Wei also left a study room for Wei Yao.

  The brick house built by Yin Yin is relatively large and has many rooms. Considering Wei Yao, there are two children who need a place to study, and a study room is also set up.

  Yin Yin passed by the study and saw Wei Yao through the window.

  The young man stood with his hands behind his back, holding a volume of books in his left hand, and flipping through his eyes, his eyelashes were very long, and the slender eyelashes cast a silhouette under his eyelids.

   From Yin Yin's point of view, he can only see his profile. Even so, it can't stop the young man's elegant temperament like jade and green bamboo.

   He looked very attentively, even if there were occasional other sounds around him, he was not affected.

   I have to say that young people who read books seriously do have an attractive temperament.

   Being so quiet, he was more pleasing to the eye than the one who said that only women and villains are difficult to support.

  Yin Yin watched for a while, then turned around and went back to the room to embroider the screen.

   In the study, someone read the page of the book just now. The reason is because he was distracted before and didn't read it at all. If he looked carefully, his fair cheeks were stained with a touch of red.

   He sighed slightly: Yin Niang really still misses him, so she peeked at him.

   But even so, he would not forgive easily.

   However, let's not return that box of rouge tomorrow, and then we'll see how Yin's performance is.

   Fortunately, Yin Yin didn't know what Wei Yao was thinking, otherwise he would have to give him a stick. This Wei Yao is a stick.

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   In the evening, Yin Yin boiled water and prepared to take a bath.

  In ancient villages, people didn’t take baths often, let alone boiling water. Men in particular were rough, and sometimes they were so dirty that they just jumped into the stream and passed through the water.

   And the original owner only took a bath every two or three days.

   But with Yin Yin, she couldn't stand it.

   So he boiled water for bathing himself every day.

  Yin Yin poured the boiled water into a large tub, closed the door, undressed and started bathing.

   On the side of the study, Wei Yao slowly closed the book when he noticed that it was getting late outside the window, Ruyu's fingertips pinched his eyebrows, and after reading the book all afternoon, his eyes were slightly sour.

  Wei Yao put the book away and walked to his and his wife's house.

   As soon as I got to the door, I saw that the door was closed.

   Why is it closed?

  Wei Yao was a little puzzled, but he didn't think much about it and pushed in.

   Then, he saw that the heat in the tub that had not yet dissipated was like a white fog, reflecting a hazy figure.

   The man turned his back to him, his clothes were half faded, revealing a smooth back and round and delicate shoulders, and his long black hair was loose, which made his beautiful back white and his skin like creamy sebum.

  Under the clothes, the woman's waist is slender, and she holds it tightly.

  Wei Yao narrowed his eyes and breathed quickly at the first sight he saw.

   Probably heard the voice, the woman looked back, and her eyes fell directly on him.

  Wei Yao's pupils dilated again.

   "Master, are you peeking at your concubine's bath?" The woman's voice was clear, with a hint of ridicule.

   But at this time Wei Yao couldn't hear it.

   He suddenly realized something, hurriedly turned around and backed out, and eagerly explained: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

   (end of this chapter)