The Whole Family Went Crazy Listening To My Thoughts, I Was Responsible For Feeding

Chapter 59: For Dad

　　【Oh haha, tomorrow is the day when my brother gets drunk... The second brother was unprepared for her, so she brought the glass of wine and drank it. ] Lu Chaochao was watching the show in his heart.

And Lu Zhengyue was on guard in his heart.

"When you come to the Marquis' Mansion, treat it as your own home, and worship at home. You saved my life, so you should. I'll come over to accompany you tomorrow." Lu Zhengyue showed no emotion on his face.

The two of them walked in the snow for a while before Lu Zhengyue sent her back to the yard.

She stood in the snow, looking sadly at his retreating back. As long as Lu Zhengyue turned around, he could see her face.

 Sure enough, Lu Zhengyue turned around.

 It wasn’t until Lu Zheng walked further away that the smile on her face suddenly fell.

The little maid behind you came forward and said, "Miss Su, can I help you wash up? Your body is soaked in snow and you will easily catch the cold."

Su Zhiqing nodded slightly.

 After washing up, Su Zhiqing returned to the house and sat in front of the bronze mirror, her hair disheveled.

There is also a sandalwood table in the inner room, with some papers pressed on it, and the faint fragrance of ink is exuding.

"What is this?" She opened a page, and the handwriting of dragons and phoenixes came into view.

 Different from a young boy like Lu Zhengyue, this handwriting is extremely tense and reveals an effortless courage.

 “It’s the handwriting of the Marquis.”

"This was originally the Marquis' study, and the Marquis would occasionally take a nap here. These are all the Marquis's writings." The maid replied respectfully.

Su Zhiqing's face was a little hot, and her fingertips felt as if she had been burned as she passed the pen and ink.

 Lying on the bed, hazy, as if he was wrapped in a strong aura of the opposite sex.

 This is the bed where Mr. Lu Hou slept.

On the second day, Su Zhiqing looked very bad.

She was wearing a light-colored long skirt, and her whole body was crumbling like a small white flower that depended on others.

When Lu Zhengyue came over, he couldn't help but sigh: "Qingqing, don't be sad, you still have me. I will take good care of you for my uncle and aunt. You believe me." Lu Zhengyue's eyes were sincere.

Su Zhiqing nodded with red eyes.

 The night was getting dark, and the maid went to Suzhai.

Lu Zhengyue stepped back, took the copper basin himself, and held a memorial ceremony with Su Zhiqing in the garden.

 Paper money was swirling and flying in the air, and the thin girl knelt in the snow, crying silently.

"Mom and dad... Qingqing met Zhengyue. Brother Zhengyue is a good man. You have a spirit in heaven, so you can rest assured." Su Zhiqing sobbed softly and poured the two glasses of sake on the ground in front of the copper basin.

Lu Zhengyue accompanied her to burn the paper money.

Su Zhiqing’s mouth turned white from the cold.

"Have some dinner. You are not in good health. Don't freeze yourself." Lu Zhengyue helped her indoors. The table was already full of dinner.

His eyes fell on the two wine glasses and he looked away slightly.

 “Brother Zhengyue, thank you for coming to me.”

"Although I saved you, Qingqing was alone in the world. It was you who gave Qingqing the courage to live. You also redeemed Qingqing."

"This glass of wine is for you." Su Zhiqing personally brought the wine to him.

Lu Zhengyue looked calm: "Qingqing, it's my turn to respect you." He picked up the wine glass.

 Clink glasses gently with Su Zhiqing.

 The two of them drank it all in one go.

Su Zhiqing breathed out softly, as if relieved.

He also persuaded Lu Zhengyue to use a lot of vegetarian food.

Maybe it was because she had used too much silver charcoal, or maybe she was drunk. She only felt that the room was a little stuffy, and the boy in front of her also had a double image.

Even the sounds in my ears gradually became vague and no longer real.

 She seemed to hear the young man sigh: "Qingqing, you are drunk."

 But she felt like her whole body was on fire, looking for some refreshment.

　　She seemed to be carried on the soft floor, she blew out the candle, and seemed to hear the sound of the door closing.

As the steps went further and further away, she felt like there was a fire in her chest, trying to burn her to ashes and make her lose her sanity.

 “Hot…” she murmured softly. She opened her clothes, leaving only her inner coat, but she still felt that the room was very hot.

With a creak, the door opened.

 When the door opened, there was a hint of coolness in the room.

She came to her senses slightly, and her body moved faster than her mind. She quickly stood up and hugged her husband tightly in her arms.

 The visitor was stunned.

She pressed against each other tightly without any gaps, absorbing the coolness.

Her voice was trembling, and she sighed comfortably: "Don't push me away."

 The voice is irresistibly soft.

 The person who came was holding her waist tightly, his eyes were red: "Do you know who I am?"

 The voice is low, with a hint of elegance and oppression of a mature man.

Su Zhiqing blushed with embarrassment.

 Why are you dreaming again?

Last night, ever since she knew that this was Lord Lu's study room and the bed where Lord Lu once slept, she felt extremely shy.

　　Why did such a bold dream appear tonight?

Su Zhiqing's voice was trembling, and her hands couldn't help but tremble as she groped the other person's body and even untied the other person's clothes.

　　Fell softly into the other party's arms.

"Yes...it's Mr. Hou." She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes sparkling.

 “It’s Lord Lu.”

“Master Hou, don’t push me away, don’t push Qingqing away.” She murmured in a low voice, as if with a hint of prayer.

 She stepped up her feet, hooked her arms around the other person's neck, and lifted herself up little by little.

Lu Yuanze has bulging veins on his forehead. He has been like a fish in water for more than ten years.

 Lately, I have been exhausted from being tormented by Xu Shiyun and Pei Jiaojiao.

Tonight, he had two more drinks with his colleagues, which made him a little confused, but as a man, he knew what he was doing.

Su Zhiqing is different from the old-fashioned and dignified daughter of the Xu family.

 It is also different from Pei Jiaojiao's gentleness.

This is an extremely young girl with humble prayers.

 This is a sixteen-year-old girl in her prime.

  Different from them all.

 The girl's dexterous tongue entered her mouth, and the string of reason was broken on the spot.

 The man lazily picked up the woman. The woman exclaimed and hugged his neck tightly.

　　When the little maid came back with a lamp.

Hearing a higher and higher pitched voice in the room, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

He immediately turned pale with fright and hurried back to the main courtyard to report.

"Madam, Madam...something happened." The little maid said with a cry in her voice.

"Some fool accidentally brought the Marquis back to his original study and into Miss Su's room." The little maid burst into tears. She heard the wild sounds in the house and couldn't relate to Miss Su at all.

How could it be possible to be so dissolute?

 Xu Shi covered Chaochao's ears, and Dengzhi immediately took the little guy down.

 “What are you crying for? Don’t ruin your happiness during the New Year.”

Mrs. Xu's eyes were red, and she seemed to be gritting her teeth and said: "The Marquis has guarded me for nearly twenty years, which is enough. I can't monopolize the Marquis's favor by myself..." She seemed to sigh, her eyes red.

Having said that, everyone saw the lady crying.

Mrs. Xu stayed up all night and stood in the courtyard, covered with snow, looking dreamily into the distance.

 That is the direction of the study.

 Secretly, Dengzhi fed her several times of **** soup.

 (End of this chapter)