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This is an anti-theft seal

Zhao Wenyan has a bad temper, but he is only 16 years old this year. The teenager's face is still young, his eyebrows are arrogant, and his expression is impatient. Although he and Zhao Nanyu were not born from the same mother, they also have similar appearances. Where you stand, you can see at a glance that you are brothers.

He looked at Song Luan's eyes very contemptuously, like he was looking at something dirty, for fear of leaning too close to disgust to himself, "Father will come later."

Zhao Nanyu nodded, "Got it."

Zhao Wenyan looked more and more angry. He didn't like his second brother very much, but he didn't want to see him gossiping in this house. After the second sister-in-law who didn't know the check-in entered the door, the gossip became more!

Song Luan is a beautiful woman, but her mind is too poisonous. She goes all-out and loses his second brother's face.

"It's almost time to enter the house."

A large group of people have basically come here, except that Grandpa Zhao’s eldest son did not go home because he was sent out of Beijing, and everyone else sat in a chair properly.

Grandpa Zhao was sitting in the middle, more than sixty years old, still looking energetic, stroking the beard of white flowers, and looked at all the people on the table before saying, "Use it."

Although it was a family feast, Song Luan still felt that the atmosphere was very stiff. She dared not to move with her chopsticks. She was very knowledgeable and made her small. I wish no one noticed her, but she always felt that she had several pairs of eyes. Staring at her as if she were the protagonist of this family feast.

She was stared at the food, chewed the wax, and spent most of the hour, all the people put down the chopsticks one by one.

Grandpa Zhao valued each grandson very much. Those who didn’t have a name would ask about their work, and those who had a name would ask about things in the court.

After using the meal, Uncle Zhao pretended to take a step in advance, but the rest were not able to walk. Grandpa Zhao looked deeply at Zhao Nanyu, and suddenly said, "Yuer stays with me to play a game of chess again."

Zhao Nanyu said, "Yes."

The old man took out his best white jade chess board. When the grandchildren and the two men played chess, the rest stood by and watched.

Zhao Nanyu's chess skills are not under his grandfather, and he didn't mean to let chess. Every step was forced to the point. After a long time, the master still gradually fell out of favor.

This made the other brothers look both red and funny. He was very jealous of his ability to compete with his grandfather in chess. What he laughed at was that he would definitely annoy his grandfather.

"Yuer's chess skills have improved a lot."

"Grandpa's false praise."

The old man put down the chess pieces. He didn't seem to be angry because he lost the chess, but he was very happy. That's why he only left Zhao Nanyu to play chess with him every time. He wouldn't let him play.

After playing chess, the old man let them go with a big wave.

Just after leaving the hospital, Grandpa Zhao sneered and said to Zhao Nanyu behind him: "You come with me, I have something to tell you."

Zhao Nanyu yelled, lowering his head to see the expression on his face.

Song Luan was standing close to them with his sleeping brother. Zhao Sanye's face was dark and ugly, and he was unhappy.

Grandpa Zhao's mood is very bad at the moment. He had been very vocal about this son, even a little disgusted, and even hated his mother who was born low. He didn't make any achievements in the court, and he should not be pleased by the old man. However, the son he had never looked at was more favored by the old man than him, which made him feel uneasy.

"Your mother's nephew is also on duty at Dali Temple, right?" Zhao Sanye asked.

The "mother" in his mouth is naturally not Zhao Nanyu's biological mother, but Zhao Sanye's current wife, that is, Mrs. Zhao San.

"Yes."

Grandpa Zhao flashed a sharp light in his eyes and pointed at him angrily: "Your mother told you to take care of her nephew more. How can you be a deaf ear? Not only don't take care of you, you won't help if you are in trouble. "

Zhao Nanyu actually smiled. Not only did he not help, but even the dismissal of the man's dismissal was his hand.

"Father looked at me high." The slight sarcasm in his tone seemed to slap Palmer Zhao's face straight.

Zhao Sanye was half-dead in a sentence that was beaten back by him, and he couldn't move up and down in one breath, holding his uncomfortably terrible chest, pointing at him and opening his mouth: "Sin son, how come I gave birth You are such a thing."

Too angry, San Zhao's neck was flushed.

It was not the first time that Zhao Nanyu was scolded by his nose, and the words "Sin Son" and "Sin Impediment" were overwhelming and he felt disturbed.

He arched his hands, respectfully, and couldn't pick out any faults. "If my father has nothing else to say, I'll go back first."

Quiet at night, Song Luan stood not far from them. Coupled with the tone of San Zhao's angry speech, she raised several tones, and she thought it would be difficult not to hear anything.

To be reasonable, Song Luan was very reluctant to see the scene where Zhao Nanyu was scolded by his father. Such a shameful scene, Zhao Nanyu must not want her to see it.

Having said that, she actually felt that Zhao Nanyu was a little pitiful. Now she has no power and no power, she is looked down on by her, and she is rejected by her biological father. But thinking of her tragic death in the future, she felt more pitiful than him.

She was sighing that Zhao Nanyu had come to her, the moonlight stretched his figure, and a pair of black eyes looked at her indifferently, "Go."

Song Luan's hands were sore at the moment, and it was a little heavy to know her brother. After holding her thin arms for a period of time, it was inevitable that she could not eat them. She blinked and had the courage to dare to sell a cute with the male owner, "I am sour. ."

Shige held her neck unpreparedly, her small face buried in her neck, and her sleep was peaceful.

Zhao Nanyu silently took her brother from her hands. He went directly to the backyard.

Song Luan followed behind him, and when he was about to enter the house, he carefully opened his mouth and asked, "Where do you sleep tonight?"

During the time she passed through, Zhao Nanyu actually seldom slept on her side. She stayed only twice and never touched her. Song Luan thought that Zhao Nanyu really hated her.

So she naively thought that Zhao Nanyu was sitting in her house tonight, and then left.

Zhao Nanyu's eyelids lifted and asked, "What do you think?"

"..."

Zhao Nanyu saw enough of the brilliant colors on her face, and then sent out a compassionate sentence with compassion, "Sleep you here."

Song Luan bowed his head, "Oh."

She hadn't forgotten the corner of her mouth that was bitten by Zhao Nanyu after she was drunk last time, and every time she was alone with him, Song Luan was naturally afraid that his eyes were as deep as to eat people.

Zhao Nanyu put his brother on the bed in the partial room, covered the quilt and walked out. The people just got ready for hot water. Song Luan sat tightly at the table. When he saw him, he stood up, "You go After bathing, I removed the makeup on my face."

He nodded and began to undress in front of her. After leaving a lining and walking to the screen, Song Luan's face was not hot. Hearing the sound of water coming from inside, the temperature on his face was getting higher and higher.

After a while, the sound of water stopped.

Zhao Nanyu's voice reached her ears across a screen, "You brought me clean clothes for me."

Song Luan had a total of two sets of his clothes in this room, and soon found them from the closet. The hands holding the clothes began to sweat. She closed her eyes and dared not look at him.

Zhao Nanyu was lying in the bath tub with his upper body naked. His delicate face was hidden in the misty mist. He suddenly pulled her approaching into the water.

Song Luan whispered and was terrified. She fell into the water in a state of embarrassment, and her thin clothes were almost immediately wet with warm water.

Zhao Nanyu's scorching eyes fell unbiased on her slightly wet neckline. He stood up without changing his face, wiped the drops of water on his body and put on his clothes, and then looked at her who was still wet in the bucket, eyes floating With a smile, "You wash it too."

He found that every time he saw Song Luan's pity and weakness, he seemed to have more joy in his heart.

Song Luan reluctantly washed himself with the water he used, and then climbed into the bed tightly. She slept in her limbs and tensed her limbs. She didn’t dare to take up much space. She didn’t even dare to breathe too much. weight.

As usual, Zhao Nanyu turned off the lamp and covered the quilt with nothing to do, even without touching her hand, Song Luan's stiff body gradually relaxed.

In the darkness, Zhao Nanyu moved a bit, and his palm suddenly rested on her waist, pinching the fine meat on her waist intentionally or unintentionally, Song Luan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, tolerating his movements.

Zhao Nanyu is a scholar, but his strength is not so ridiculous. Every time she choked her to death!

His lips gradually approached her neck, and when he was about to bite up, Song Luan couldn't hold it anymore and opened his eyes.

Zhao Nanyu was not surprised at all. His lips were ticked up. His smile was fresh and beautiful after the rain. He bite and said, "Wake up?"