Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

Now thinking about that confusing night again, Liancheng Yazhi suddenly didn't understand. In fact, the drug Rong Yan took that night was not heavy, and the technique was not very clever, but why...he just fell into the trap?

Why?

Besides, just like yesterday, if he wanted to, no one could make him lose his mind.

Yesterday, the maid took off her clothes and tried to seduce him with Chinese medicine, but she didn't succeed. There was no need to doubt his willpower, but... why did his appearance succeed that day?

The housekeeper stood aside and saw Liancheng Yazhi suddenly standing still, his brows furrowed and his eyes solemn, as if he was thinking about something very serious, so he did not dare to disturb her.

But after a while, Liancheng Yazhi still had the same expression and the same posture, just like a dummy, completely motionless.

This... Master Ya, are you in a daze?

The housekeeper called twice: "Master, Master..."

Liancheng Yazhi didn't respond. The butler cleared his throat and raised his voice: "Young Master..."

"What's it called?" Liancheng Yazhi came back to his senses, looking very unhappy. He felt that he might have an answer soon, but the old housekeeper woke him up with a loud voice, and all the answers were gone.

Therefore, Liancheng Yazhi looked at the old housekeeper's tooth god and screamed as sharp as a knife.

The old housekeeper shuddered. Even though he was old, he really couldn't bear this look, so he quickly said: "Master, that woman is locked in a cage in the basement. Don't worry, she will definitely run away. Well... you are well."

Rest. Only after you have rest can you go to settle accounts with that woman. I... Oops, I suddenly remembered that I still have a lot of things to do today. Master, hurry up and eat. I'll go down first..."

After saying that, the old housekeeper hurried downstairs. He was so fast that he didn't look like an old man in his sixties.

Liancheng pouted elegantly, as he got older, his legs and feet became more nimble.

He turned sideways and asked the maid to bring the food in.

After the two maids entered the room, they quickly put down the food without looking away, set out the dishes and chopsticks, and hurriedly left without staying for a second.

Liancheng closed the door elegantly, pulled the dining cart to the bed, and looked at his face while eating.

After a while, he found that the face seemed to be having a nightmare again. No, it was not a nightmare. She was crying. She was crying when she fell asleep. She was crying silently, without pulling out or shaking. It was exactly the same as when she slept.

, his expression was also calm, but the tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes one by one, making the pillow wet.

It was the first time that Liancheng Yazhi saw someone crying like this while sleeping. He stretched out a finger to catch a tear from his face, put it to his mouth and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Astringent, bitter...

It is always bitter in the throat and astringent in the heart.

Liancheng Yazhi didn't know if he should wake up Rongyan. Looking at her like this, Liancheng Yazhi always felt depressed. What exactly was this woman thinking? How miserable was she? How sad?

How miserable her childhood and teenage years were that she could be like this, not daring to show sadness when she cried.

Liancheng Yazhi sighed, dropped his chopsticks, stopped eating, opened the quilt and lay down next to Rongyan, hugged her into his arms, and gently stroked her bare back.

Alas, Liancheng Yazhi really felt that no one could really be cruel in front of such a situation.

She really wants to be pampered and pampered by others.