Fishing Beauty Dressed As a Vicious Stepmother

It's still raining outside the door.

The guard guarding outside the door under the corridor, pretending to clean up the rain on his body, sneaked sideways and glanced at the room with the door open, and saw Xie Lanchi sitting on the side of the couch with his eyes down, quiet and quiet. The ground was stirring the steaming soup medicine, and the woman half sitting on the couch slightly probed to wait for the medicine.

The woman had a pair of charming eyes, which looked like fox eyes when she lowered her eyes slightly.

Isn't it the little lady Xie?

She looked weak and sickly and affectionate.

"It's not hot, drink it." Xie Lanchi actually took the medicine bowl with his own hands and patiently fed it to her mouth with a spoon.

She tilted her head and said, "Don't take a spoon, it's more bitter to drink one sip."

"What does mother want?" Xie Lanchi asked her without being impatient, holding up the spoon.

Obediently, this "mother" screamed so smoothly.

I saw Mrs. Xie on the couch turned her head, stretched out her hand to support Xie Lanchi's hand holding the medicine bowl, lowered her head and held his hand, directly holding the edge of the bowl and taking a big mouthful of the medicine.

Looking at it from his angle, Mrs. Xie almost stuck into Xie Lanchi's arms, her smooth black hair fell on Xie Lanchi's hand, her beautiful cheeks looked like an obedient and poor little rabbit.

He didn't need to look at Xie Lanchi's face, he knew that Xie Lanchi must be staring at the young lady Xie who bowed her head in front of him at this moment.

Is this the distance between the stepmother and the stepson?

Is this Xie Lanchi's attitude toward the viper stepmother who drugged him into the palace?

Now it seems that the nobles are worried a lot, and Mrs. Xie seems to have no loss or suffering.

In his heart, he admired that Mrs. Xie was so wonderful, and at the same time he was worried about the noble person. Why did the noble person fall in love with such a wonderful woman?

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The room was very quiet. Xie Lanchi could clearly hear her painful breathing when she took the medicine. She frowned her brows tightly. Every time she took a sip of the medicine, the fingers on the back of his hand tightened, the hot fingers and painful drinking medicine. Of her.

Let him look at it, and saw a hint of smile, is there such a pain?

She drank the last sip of the medicine, immediately covered her mouth, pushed away his hand and said, "Water, hurry up."

Xie Lanchi put down the medicine bowl and picked up the teacup. Before she came over, she held his tea-holding hand and poured two sips of water with his hand before she let go of his hand and leaned back. On the bed, he pressed his heart, frowned and mumbled: "It's so bitter and sour."

Xie Lanchi looked at her again and again, and found it strange that she is now like a squeamish little girl, and the stepmother in his memory who is inflamed, vain and vain, bad and shameless, as if not alone.

Was she so temperamental?

She was only a teenager when she married into Xie's family, and now she is only in her early twenties.

He reached out and brought the pastry on the table, and passed it to her without speaking.

Her gaze swept across the dessert on the plate, and she took a finger to point a green plum cake, "I will try this."

Xie Lanchi paused. He asked her to take it by herself. How could he be addicted to it?

Who knows, she spread her hands and said to him: "My hands are very dirty and have not been washed, otherwise you bring water and I will wash them."

She would really change her tricks when she served tea and water.

Xie Lanchi looked at her, fearing that she would spit out the medicine she had drunk, put down her snack, wet a veil, and handed it to her.

She didn't answer, but put her thin white hand in his palm and asked him to wipe it for her.

He looked down, her hands were long and thin, very beautiful and soft. When he once fantasized about "the gentle new mother", he had thought that her hands should be like this, soft and warm, and he was small. When I was very young, the feeling of being held by my mother was just as gentle.

He gently held her hand, placed it in his palm, and slowly wiped her with the wet kerchief. Her palm and her fingers were all as soft as imagined.

How does it feel if these hands hold him?

But the hand quickly took away from his palm.

"Slow to death." She took away the veil in his hand, wiped it twice at random, and threw the crumpled veil back into his palm.

He looked at the veil in his palm, slowly folded the veil and put it back on the shelf.

The fire in the yard next door has been extinguished, and the sound of footsteps can still be heard from time to time. It has been three more days after such a noise has been released.

It's time to go to the morning in less than two hours,

She sat on the couch eating snacks, Xie Lanchi rubbed her tired eyebrows, turned around to leave the room, and went to the study to rest for a while.

After taking a step, she said behind her, "Don't go, stay and wait until Thunder stops before going, otherwise I can't sleep."

He stopped and looked back at her, somewhat incomprehensible, "You are afraid of thunder, but you are not afraid of me staying?"

Isn't he more terrible than thunder? She actually asked him to stay with her.

She didn't answer him right away, but finished the snack in her hand, lay down on the couch sideways, looked at him and said, "You wait until I fall asleep before leaving."

She lay there, blinking at him, and asked him wearily, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

He was stunned by her question, why should he be afraid of him? Because he hated her, he brought her back to torture her and make her suffer like him.

But she closed her eyes with peace of mind and murmured, "Aren't you nice to me?"

The words made him angry all at once.

He couldn't tell why he was angry, but felt that the less she was afraid of him, the more unscrupulous and reassuring him, the more angry he was.

It seemed that he was the only one who was suffering from this hatred, and she didn't care about this hatred at all.

He looked at her, she was resting firmly on his pillow and sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed. He wanted to go forward and pull her up from the couch and throw her into the rain, so that she would be repeatedly tortured by the pain.

On the couch, she gently called his name: "Xie Lanchi."

She didn't open her eyes, and said to him: "Go change clothes, drink a bowl of **** soup and accompany me, otherwise no one will torture me if you fall ill tomorrow."

He stood in the dim room and looked at her. The anger and hatred that rose up a little bit turned into inexplicable sorrow.

This sorrow is the first time after so many years, he hated her for so many years, he actually heard her say something he had imagined at this moment.

Under the rain on the corridor, he was punished to kneel and fainted. He saw her hiding in the house. She didn't dare to come over, or even let the maid help him. When he was lost, he dreamed of a pair of gentle hands taking him away. He lifted up from the rain and said to him worriedly: "Hurry up and change your clothes and make a bowl of **** soup..."

He did not remember whether it was his biological mother or the stepmother in that dream.

Or the "gentle mother" he imagined, a non-existent mother.

Now, he actually heard this sentence from her mouth.

Xie Lanchi was about to be soaked in the sorrow and grief, he turned around and walked out of the room quickly, and ordered the door to be locked and locked.

He can't stay there anymore, he is afraid that he will have an illusion, and feel soft to her.

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Qiao Sha opened her eyes on the couch, glanced at Xie Lanchi standing outside the door, closed her eyes again and smiled silently. People who lack love are always good at replenishing love, and broke a sentence apart. Carefully lick the care inside, deceive yourself that this is love.

Under the effect of the anti-fever medicine, she fell asleep in no time.

On a rainy night with lightning and thunder, she slept too deeply, even if the window was opened, someone stood by her bed and did not wake up.

The effect of this medicine is like ecstasy soup. She has never slept so deeply. She only heard 101 calling her as if in a dream, but her eyelids couldn't be opened and she couldn't wake up.

101 is anxious, is this world's anti-fever medicine added enough soothing medicine? ?

The host was picked up from the couch, she was not awake yet.

Just as 101 was thinking about whether to get an electric shock, he woke the host up, and heard the person holding the host, whispering: "Madame Xie, don't blame it, I also took the noble order."

Nobleman?

The person dressed up in front of him is actually Li Rongxiu's?

This person wrapped the host tightly in a cloak from head to toe, and hugged the host and jumped out of the window through the window on the west side of the house.

The east side of the house guards other secret guards, the west side is facing the lotus pond, and under the window is the lotus pond. There is no place to stay, so there is no guarding.

But this person was able to step on the lotus leaf, hugging the host lightly across the water.

101 didn't expect that an unsightly subordinate who was so good in martial arts, no wonder he could protect Li Rongxiu from chasing and killing him.

Where is he taking the host?

While 101 seemed to wake up the host, he noticed that this person passed most of the Xie's mansion and settled in a horse-raising place.

Is it the stable of Xie Mansion?

He held the host and parked at the door of a small house next to the stable, reached out his hand and pushed open the door, stepped in, and called out: "Nobleman." He gave another chuckle.

The person sitting on the small bed in the hut lifted his eyes from the book.

Although that face was completely different, but those eyes, 101, were checked in the database at once, and it was Li Rongxiu.

101 was shocked, why is Li Rongxiu here? ? Didn't he escape? How did you escape to Xie Lanchi's lair? ? ?

Is this the safest place in the most dangerous place?

But this... is outrageous.

His gaze fell on the person who was holding by the long guard, and the dark cloak wrapped the person tightly. Only a pair of feet hanging under the cloak could be vaguely seen, which was extraordinarily white.

This is……

Changshou chuckled and put the man on his arm carefully on the narrow couch, beside his hand, he said in a very low voice: "Drank the medicine, fell asleep, and his subordinates will bring you over."

His heart beat fast, and he smelled a familiar smell, a lingering smell.

He stretched out his fingers and gently lifted the cloak covering the man's face, and saw the face he wanted to see, it was really her.

There was a trace of joy in his heart, and a trace of inexplicable acidity. She walked so steadfastly that she never missed it. Have you ever thought of meeting him again?

He thought, there is no.

She slept well in the cloak, her pale cheeks seemed to be covered with heat, a thin blush appeared, and her neck was also damp.

"Is she sick?" He reached out and touched her cheek, which was very hot.

"Yes, Mrs. Xie has a fever. Grand Doctor Zhao has prescribed the medicine and has taken her." Chang Shou said in a low voice, "Now it is the effect of the medicine. If people are brought here in this way, the nobles forgive their sins."

He peeped at the noble man on the couch, because he was afraid that he would blame him for "touching" Mrs. Xie. After all, the mind of the nobleman is hard to guess. Fortunately, the nobleman just looked at Mrs. Xie in the cloak quietly, and didn't mean to be displeased.

Changshou said cautiously: "After half an hour, his subordinates will come and take Mrs. Xie home, so as not to be discovered by Xie Lanchi..."

The nobleman's fingers paused.

Chang Shou hurriedly bowed his knees and said: "The nobleman does not know that Xie Lanchi is very strict with Mrs. Xie now. It is an adventure for his subordinates to bring people out. Xie Lanchi is currently reading the memorial in the study, but it will not be long before she will see it. Mrs. Xie."

"Is he so nervous about her?" The nobleman gently wiped the sweat from Madam Xie's neck with his sleeves, and asked Changshou without raising his eyes: "Where did Xie Lanchi hurt her?"

"No." Changshou answered truthfully, "Not only did Xie Lanchi not hurt Madam Xie, he also gave her medicine and wiped her hands."

He peeped at the nobleman, there was no expression on the nobleman's face, and the corner of his lips curled up with a sneer, "Really? Didn't Xie Lanchi hate her so much? How can you be a slave for a long time and get used to serving people?"

This tone, these words, was obviously angry.

Changshou carefully said: "The subordinates don't know what happened between Xie Lanchi and Madam Xie, but based on what the subordinates have seen and heard, Xie Lanchi hasn't hurt Madam Xie for the time being, but Madam Xie...lighted the bedroom. "

The smile on his lips grew stronger, and he said very yin and yang strangely: "Xie Lanchi really likes to be abused. When he ordered his house, he poured tea and water."

So sour.

Long Shou didn't dare to answer the conversation, and heard the nobleman say: "You go down." He hurriedly got up and left the hut, not daring to go far, so he stayed in the stable and waited for a while to send the person back.

He looked up at the rainy night, showing no sign of stopping.

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The sound of rain hit the roof of the small house, crackling.

This room is so small that a single lamp illuminates the whole room.

This bed is also very small, and there is no room for a person to lie down. He leaned on the innermost side, leaned on his side, and squeezed the sleeping person close to him.

He slowly eased the cloak on her, but she was neatly dressed inside, not the bedclothes, just took off the outer robe.

The haze-like clothes are soft and skin-friendly.

He knew the material of the clothes, and it was only for the light brocade in the palace.

It seems that the news that Chang Shou can get is right. She was sealed off as the princess and recognized by the Gu family as a partner.

She entered the palace and saw Rong Zhao. It seemed that his younger brother Rong Zhao loved her very much.

Xie Lanchi also seemed reluctant to hurt her.

Unexplainable emotions flooded his heart, it was a sigh of relief that she was not hurt, and she lay down beside him again.

He hurried back to Kyoto and hid here, was he afraid that Xie Lan Chi would torture her? Fraud her?

But he thought sourly, she was so amazing, she didn't need his help at all.

Everyone loves her and hates her, and keeps her around like beads.

But who does she care?

"Do you care about anyone?" He asked her softly, and only a sigh was left after the question.

She frowned slightly, she shrank her body for not knowing whether it was cold or the noise.

He opened the quilt and wrapped her in his arms. Her palms were hot, but her bare feet were cold. He bent down and put her feet up in the quilt and pressed them to his legs. superior.

Across the thin layer of bedclothes, he was shaken by the ice, his fingers couldn't help squeezing her feet, really thin feet.

She tilted her head into his arms and leaned against his chest, arching uncomfortably.

He was itchy and distraught, her palms supported her hot and soft face, and she muttered, "Are you awake? Or asleep?"

She arched in his palm again, as if looking for a comfortable place.

He looked at the small face in the palm of his palm, and squirrel-like passion and desire grew in his heart. He slowly moved his body and lay down, lying beside her with his face sideways, resting on a pillow with her, and taking a closer look. Watching her, sniffing her scent.

He thought about what they would say after he found her again, would she justify why she left that night, would she ask why he was here?

She will definitely ask, is Cui Cui good, and where is it now.

He even thought about how Xie Lanchi would torture her...

But unexpectedly, she lay down beside her, took the medicine, fell asleep, and couldn't say a word to him.

That's fine, he can look at her carefully, smell her...

She frowned and moved uncomfortably on the bed.

He was afraid that she would fall, he put his arms around her waist and pressed her closer to his arms, her frowning face crooked beside his nose.

It smells so good, the smell on her body is always so good.

He was tempted to rub her cheeks with the tip of his nose, sniffing her scent, not enough to rub her ears, her neck, buried in her dark hair, and couldn't help but hug her tighter and tighter. Live her.

Addicted and fascinated, he rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck, rubbed against the collarbone under her collar, and took a bite without opening his mouth enough.

I was afraid of her pain, so I was willing to kiss with my lips, and her hair was wrapped around his lips and teeth, wrapped around the tip of his tongue.

He closed his eyes, and his desire was exhausted in her smell, temperature, and soft body in his arms.

Since when did she become his addiction?

Under the lingering rain, in the small room, he and her were sweating, as if they melted and wetted each other...

The door was knocked lightly, and the long guard outside said very low and lowly: "Noble man, it is time to send the person back."

So fast? Has it been half an hour?

He opened his eyes, and she was still asleep in drowsiness, her cheeks flushed, and she was sweating a lot.

"Xie Lanchi doesn't seem to be in the morning court today, and the subordinates are afraid that he will go to see Mrs. Xie at any time." Changshou whispered, "It will be long in Japan."

The future is long.

He propped up, took out a small dagger under the pillow, twisted a strand of her black hair, cut a small strand, and wrapped it around his fingertips.

He wiped off her sweat, put her clothes in order, and wrapped her cloak before calling Changshou in.

"Has the rain stopped outside?" He glanced outside, and the rain seemed to be lighter. "She is sweating. You have to hold it tightly and stop the wind."

Changshou responded, wrapped it tightly with extra care, held it in his arms, and walked out of the small room under the gaze of the nobleman.

Fortunately, Xie Lanchi hasn't left the study yet.

He carefully put Madam Xie back into the bedroom, and just as soon as she put it away, someone came over. He was shocked and immediately dodged and hid under the bed.

As soon as I heard, Xie Lanchi asked outside: "Are you awake?"

The dark guard replied: "Master Supervisor, returning to the factory, he didn't hear any movement, he seemed to be still asleep."

The sound of unlocking came from outside the door.

The door was pushed open, Xie Lanchi walked in, walked gently to the side of the couch, and stopped.

Chang Shou's breathing also stopped, staring at those feet, he heard Xie Lanchi coughing and covering her mouth twice, as if to confirm that she was still asleep, and moved away.

But instead of leaving the room, he sat down at the table in the outer room, and whispered in a low voice, "Get the paperwork and folder."

Changshou is in a terrible mood. Xie Lanchi intends to read papers and papers in this bedroom. He won't leave?

Sure enough, the dark guard took his papers and papers, lit a lamp, and sat in the outer room until dawn.

Behind, Changshou could hardly hear him turning over the papers, but he was still sitting there.

The day is getting brighter and the rain seems to have stopped.

The morning light came in through the window, and the room was extremely quiet.

Until someone knocked on the door lightly outside, the person on the couch moved first and snorted. It was Qiao Sha's voice.

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She woke up.

Qiao Sha was still dizzy and stared at the outside room as if not awake. After knocking on the outside door three times, she gradually woke up and Xie Lanchi was lying motionless on the table outside.

He fell asleep? Why are you sleeping here? Didn't he go to the study?

Qiao Sha propped up her body and shook her dizzy and unconscious mind. The effect of this medicine was too strong. She slept a lot, sweated a lot, and her whole body was empty.

Also had a strange dream, dreaming that a dog kept smelling her? She was hugged very hot, sweating all over, as if she was bitten by that dog?

There was 101 calling her in the middle.

She raised her hand to touch her bitten collarbone, and heard 101 say: "It's not a dream, host."

She was taken aback, before she had time to ask carefully, she heard the person knocking outside the door yelling: "Sir, are you there? General Gu came to pick you up."

Gu Ze actually came to pick her up?

Qiao Sha looked at Xie Lanchi lying on the table, why didn't he wake up? died?

She got off the ground, and walked to him, only to see a face without blood under his black hair, she stretched out her fingers to try to sniff him.

He moved suddenly, opened his eyes laboriously, and looked at her with a hand outstretched in front of him.

He hasn't recovered yet, his eyes are misty and full of red blood.

Qiao Sha's hand that sniffed, turned into a palm that fell on his forehead, "Xie Lanchi, don't you have a fever?"

His forehead was shockingly hot.

Qiao Sha found out that he was still wearing the same clothes from last night. Is this abruptly covered up by him?

Wearing wet clothes and sleeping here again, how could it be possible not to have a fever.

Niubi, he is simply masochistic.

"You are very hot." Qiao Sha said to him.

He stared at her blankly, as if he couldn't wake up and was suffering from hysteria. It took him a long time to reach out and grab her wrist that was touching her forehead.

Not a dream.

Xie Lanchi was so dizzy that he couldn't tell for a while whether it was a dream.

So he reached out and grabbed the wrist, with a soft touch, her wrist was not so hot.

"Master Factory Supervisor? Are you there?" the secret guard outside asked again.

Xie Lanchi suddenly came back to his senses, shook off her wrist, and replied, "What's the matter?"

When he opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was sore and he was very dumb.

"You are very ill, Xie Lanchi." Qiao Sha was beside him, reproaching him: "Yesterday I told you to change clothes and drink a bowl of **** soup, you wouldn't listen."

His head twitched, and his tinnitus was so severe that he was too dizzy to stand up. He could only hold his hot forehead, listen to her voice, and listen to the voice of the guard outside.

"Master of the factory, General Gu came to pick up the people and is already waiting in the main hall." An Wei said.

"Do you want it? Boil a bowl of my medicine and drink it, but don't die of illness." She said.

For some reason, he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at her, and asked her, "Gu Ze has come to pick you up to Gu's residence, are you going?"

When he asked, he felt that he was really sick. What did he ask? What is the purpose? Could it be that he hoped that she would reply, not going? Do you want to stay and take care of him?

It's extremely ridiculous.

He didn't want to wait for her to answer. He stood up slowly by supporting the table and said to her, "Go change clothes and go to Gu's house to do what you should do."

She stood there and didn't move, the morning light leaked in behind her, which shone her eyebrows unrealistically.

She asked him: "Are you going with me?"

He held the table and looked at her in dizziness. Does she want him to accompany her? Shouldn't she think of running away from him quickly?