National Beauty

Song Jianing did not dare to look at Guo Xiao, but Guo Xiao calmly looked at her up and down, and finally fixed his eyes on Song Jianing's fleshy face. The sun shone from one side, and her skin was white and tender as if she could pinch water out, and it could be broken by a blow. Her father asked her to call him. She was stiff and refused to turn around. Her long eyelashes were hanging down. Tender lips pursed awkwardly, a little bit angry, and asked people to bully her.

The only strength is that face, which looks better than the other sisters in the family.

After Yu Guang moved onto his father's clothes, Guo Xiao suddenly understood why his father liked a widow so much. When his daughter grew up like this, his stepmother must be the color of the city.

"Father, Jianing may recognize the birth, let's go in first." After waiting for a while before the stepsister greeted him, Guo Xiao smiled and said to his father, shouting the word "Jianing" naturally.

In Guo Boyan’s eyes, Lin’s beauty is timid and Song Jianing is stupid and timid. Of course, he understands Song Jianing’s resistance as acknowledgment of life, so he gently patted the girl’s shoulder and said in a softer tone: "Go, take the father first. You go to see Mrs. Tai. Mrs. Tai is an elder. When you meet Jianing, you need to be sensible, you know?"

Song Jianing nodded immediately and saw Guo Boyan raising her foot. She took the initiative to follow Guo Boyan's right hand and stay away from Guo Xiao.

Guo Xiao noticed that his step-sister was avoiding him, but he still walked to the right of Song Jianing, two steps behind.

So on the way from the main entrance to Changxin Garden, Song Jianing felt two chills in his eyes from time to time, staring at her like a snake, scared her to focus on vigilant Guo Xiao, but did not hear the stepfather's voice. Guo Boyan asked a few times and didn't get a response. He lowered his head and saw the tight and pale face of his new daughter. He suddenly became a little worried. This kid is too timid, and it’s not okay to keep going like this. Another day, I’ll have to discuss with Lin, and ask a parenting maid to come over. The girl’s charming girl is fine, but she also has to be generous.

In Changxinyuan Dongnuan Pavilion, the wife was sitting on the warm couch, accompanied by the eldest girl Ting Fang. Because Lin hasn't gone through the house yet, this is just the one from the big room who first met the new family members, and didn't invite the other two rooms.

The curtain provokes, Guo Boyan advanced, and he helped the little girl behind to pick up the curtain. The casual but thoughtful act made Ting Fang feel a little sour, and his father never picked the curtain for her. However, when she moved her gaze to Song Jianing, looking at Song Jianing's meaty face, and noticing Song Jianing's nervous and chubby hands, Ting Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Her younger sister looked so small and easy to get along with.

"Jianing has seen the wife and the big girl." In the entire Guogong Mansion, Song Jianing was afraid of Guo Xiao alone. In front of the female relatives, she would admit that she was born, and she would still be able to greet her.

Mrs. Tai is getting older and instinctively likes children, especially the beautiful and sensible. Although she has doubts about Lin’s mother and daughter, Mrs. Tai did not want to speculate maliciously before the mother and daughter really made a mistake. Song Jianing is now acting well-behaved. She smiled and waved, calling out: "Come here and let grandma take a good look."

When Guo Boyan heard this, his expression relaxed.

Song Jianing heard that Madam Song actually called herself a grandmother, kindly like an old lady next door, without a trace of the arrogance and majesty of Princess Duanhui, she was not so nervous, and walked over obediently, not daring to look at her with her eyes down. Song Jianing remembered the rule of "don't look at you when you meet an honorable person" when he entered the palace in his previous life.

The wife took Song Jianing’s little hand and looked at it carefully, nodding her head and exclaiming approvingly: "Jianing looks so beautiful, and compares all of your three sisters. This little face, you can see that there is something Blessed."

Song Jianing lowered her head shyly. What a blessing, which means she has a fat face.

"Jianing, after entering the gate of the Guogong Mansion, we will be a family from now on. Call me grandmother. Ting Fang is your eldest sister. Don't admit it." After complimenting her appearance, the wife said kindly and honestly.

Song Jianing nodded, first called her grandmother, and then secretly glanced at the girl in scarlet clothes next to her, and saw the other person looking at her with a smile, kind and gentle, Song Jianing was courageous enough, smiled shyly, and said sweetly: "Big sister." A pair of apricot eyes are as clear as water, and they don't look like a bad sister.

Ting Fang liked it the more she watched, raised Song Jianing's little hand, and said with a smile: "Sister Jianing."

The sisters are now looking at each other.

Guo Xiao looked at him, feeling helpless in his heart. Song Jianing's innocence is true or not. He is still unsure, but his sister happily recognized her sisters when she saw them. He didn't have any thoughts at all. With this temperament, as a brother, how could he be relieved?

Guo Boyan was quite relieved, and said to his wife: "There is still something in the front yard. If the son is leaving first, Jianing will bother his mother."

Mrs. Tai waved her hand: "Go, go, you don't need to worry about it here."

Guo Boyan nodded and took his son by the way before leaving.

As soon as Guo Xiao left, Song Jianing suddenly became more relaxed. The new grandmother and new sister asked her what she said. The maid brought delicious cakes, and the wife persuaded her to eat, so she ate a piece with restraint and tasted it. Even if you like it again, never take more, keeping in mind the mother's instructions.

After getting along for a day, the wife is very sure that the new granddaughter is just charming and pure-tempered. Mrs. Tai likes such a little girl, and specially ordered a big maid beside him to take care of Song Jianing's daily life. Ting Fang also welcomed the new sister very much. The next day, the Guogong Mansion welcomed the guests. Ting Fang knew that Song Jianing could only be alone in the house today. He came over early in the morning and comforted Song Jianing with a soft voice.

Song Jianing felt a little warmer, but when Ting Fang left, there was only an unfamiliar maid beside him. After listening to the excitement from the front yard, Song Jianing suddenly missed her mother in particular. Until this moment, Song Jianing realized that. Really realized one thing: Wei Guoguo Guo Boyan snatched her beautiful mother away, and her mother will never belong to her anymore...

It was getting darker, and Song Jianing, who got into the bed early after dinner, felt particularly complicated when he thought of what his mother would face tonight.

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However, Guo Boyan was very happy. He had a round of wine with the guests. After the meaning was over, he decisively pretended to be drunk, took the opportunity to leave the noisy hall, strode towards the new house in the backyard, walking vigorously. There were two maids guarding in the yard. Guo Boyan didn't even look at it. Together with the two greeted inside, they drove away and closed the door of the hall with a "pop".

When the man who couldn't wait stepped into the inner room, his pace temporarily slowed down, and he looked towards the bed blankly. His newly married bride was sitting there, wearing a big red shirt with narrow sleeves and a big red skirt underneath, with a pair of delicate red embroidered shoes exposed under the skirt. The dress was so red, but the bride wrapped in it was born in vain. The 27-year-old's face was indistinguishable from the fourteen-five-year-old, the same tenderness, and no cardamom girl could match the beauty.

Depressed desire for almost a year, soaring.

Guo Boyan walked over slowly, then slowly sat next to Lin's, looking ahead and saying: "Go to sleep, help me change my clothes."

Lin turned calmly, staring only under the man's chin, then raised a pair of bare hands, unfamiliarly **** the man. Why not be unfamiliar, because she once married someone, married a gentleman and gentle scholar. At this moment, Lin's whole person seemed to be divided into two parts forcibly. She knew where she was and did what she should do with her hands methodically, but her heart was filled with another man uncontrollably. The ground is full of memories with him.

Guo Boyan tilted his head slightly and saw her paler face set off by the scarlet clothes, as white as magnolia petals that had been beaten by rain, weak and pitiful, but it was this weakness that made people want to bully her more and more. With his throat rolling, Guo Boyan suddenly grabbed Lin's hands and pressed her down as soon as he turned around.

Lin closed his eyes, and performed his wife's duties motionlessly.

Guo Boyan pressed against her like a bronze wall and an iron wall, kissing her picturesque eyebrows impatiently, kissing her pale face, kissing her gorgeous lips, kissing her fragilely as if the neck was broken by a pinch. He was like a fire, burning more and more under the stimulus of strong alcohol. He knew that she was still thinking about the short-lived ghost named Song, and knew that she had followed him for his daughter, but Guo Boyan didn't care.

What do you care about? Can that short-lived ghost treat her like this? Can he eat her pair of white jade rabbits? It can make her endure so hard that she wants to refuse but don't want to show it, so she can like it very much. Suppressing instinct, secretly grasping the sheets tightly, can you pinch her waist that can be held with one hand, arbitrarily cruel?

With a low growl, after rushing into the city completely, Guo Boyan finally paused the offensive and looked down at her.

Lin's pale face was already red by him. She still closed her eyes, but beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her red lips opened uncontrollably, like petals that were forced to blow open, revealing fragrance, big beads of sweat. Rolled down her cheeks, one after another.

She is so beautiful, Guo Boyan still gave birth to pity after all, kissed her on the cheek, and muttered: "Does it hurt?"

Lin pursed her lips and tilted her head to one side, but when Guo Boyan pushed her up, she was forced to open her mouth and let out a faintly painful hum. Guo Boyan asked again, she still refused to speak, and Guo Boyan continued to hold back, faster and faster each time, causing her to tremble like a flower in the wind and rain, and finally could not bear it, sobbing.

"Please." Guo Boyan said gruffly, holding her jade lotus-like legs.

Lin tightly covered his mouth, tears streaming down like rain. She doesn't like this, and has never been treated like this.

"Ask or not?" Guo Boyan smashed like crazy, more anxious than the drums of war.

He is more brave than thousands of troops, but Lin's is the most vulnerable town. He can't support it after a few strokes, forgets everything, and has no time to maintain his sanity. He just cries before his body is about to fall apart. He hugged the grandfather of the country by the shoulders that did not look like humans, while trying to hold him down to prevent him from moving, he couldn't cry: "No more, no more..."

The new lady cried in the tent, or whimpered, or whispered intermittently. In the courtyard, Guo Boyan’s two maids, Chunbi and Xing Yu, stood in the shadow of the dark corridor, listening There was a long movement that didn't seem to stop, but my heart was eager to replace it and take over the pampering of the grandfather of the country instead of the new lady.

Lin, who is in the "Fu", is looking forward to the end soon, and the two maids are also looking forward sourly. Unfortunately for them, tonight is destined to be extraordinarily long. Guo Boyan reflects all his satisfaction with Lin. In action, he took a short break in the middle, and before Lin came back, he took the person into his arms again, and it didn't hurt enough.

The movement in the new house finally stopped until the moon went down and the night was quiet.