The Lover’s Prattle

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"Ok?"

Qing Ruo covered her forehead with one hand, and stared up at him with her eyes widened, her eyes full of wonder mixed in her star-like eyes, beautiful and extremely beautiful.

He Weiwen looked down carefully and felt that there was still something missing, a little smile at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was soft. "Who bullied you, my grandfather will support you."

Sure enough, joy was imprinted deep in her eyes, like cinnabar dripping on rice paper, gradually opening.

The hand covering his forehead was taken down and grabbed one of his arms, and he got up to rush out in the middle of the night, her palms were sweaty, his clothes were thin, and her sweat-stained hands were pinched with obvious marks.

"He Weiwen, my brother hit me!"

Sued. This is.

He Weiwen nodded, and she frowned slightly. "He still drags me up in the middle of the night."

He laughed, waiting patiently for her to continue.

But she couldn't think of it. She squeezed his hand tightly, and finally came out with another sentence, "He threatens me!"

It doesn't matter if the count is not enough, she has a clear voice and a passionate mood.

Wu Qingcheng, a big man, can only plan but not coax, and the defendant should be black.

"Well." He Weiwen responded, lifted his feet and walked in the direction of her house, her voice lazily a little tired, "Go and wash some grapes."

"No ..." Zhangkou was about to refuse, half of his words.

He Weiwen turned to look at her, and smiled, "What's the matter?"

Qing Ruo he smiled, "Okay, I'll go now, you go in and sit for a while."

There was a soothing fragrance in her room, and a fragrance was given to him. The fragrance was overbearing and strong. He Weiwen had not slept for a long time, sitting in a chair with his chin a bit lazy.

"Hmm." The plate was heavily on the table.

He Weiwen raised her eyes, her expression of righteousness guilty, and she coughed. "The grapes are washed." Seeing that his face was somber, he avoided looking at him, and added in a low voice.

Did she wash it? He Weiwen glanced at her clean hands and maidservant behind her, too lazy to break through her poor lie.

In the middle of the night, he really had no interest in eating grapes. When she saw her sitting opposite, she pinched a grape, rolled it around her fingertips, and put it back on the plate.

"How did Qingqing Cheng threaten you?"

Qing Ruo yawned, not covering her hands, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, "He told me to stay well, otherwise I wouldn't care about my affection."

"Well." She let go of her sleep, and her voice was energetic. "It's as if I have cared for my affection before."

Probably the woman will talk more and more vigorously when she talks about other people's bad things. Qing Ruo sits up straight and leans a little to his side, and starts to count the various viciousness of Qing Cheng, even cutting down a few trees with a worm She spoke out in a terrible tone.

Speaking dry, dragging the plate in front of him, talking while eating grapes, turning his head to spit grape seeds, vomiting left and right, the gesture of choking does not affect the fluency of the speech at all.

He Weiwen didn't know when he started to eat grapes together. His mind was not on the evil deeds of Wu Qingcheng. He thought of the one played by the four uncles, and then she looked at her like this now. She dared to teach her well. Outstanding apprentice.

After the grapes are eaten, go back to the house to freshen up and go up.

He Weiwen stood up and stretched out, "Go away."

Qing Ruo sat in a chair and looked at him, his figure was almost out of the door, and then he suddenly awakened and shouted, "He Weiwen!"

He Weiwen turned, half of his face was printed with a bright morning light, and the corners of his eyebrows were all jade light. "what happened?"

"Don't you tell me to support me?"

He Weiwen laughed, and drew his hand towards the servant at the door. The servant came over, and he took the sword hanging from the waist of the servant.

Turned back, holding a sword toward Qingruo.

Qing Ruo frowned. "Why?"

He Weiwen's eyebrows softened, "Come here, Grandpa will support you."

Such a posture was put out by General He, but everyone with a normal mind felt that he would give Qingruo a sword so that she could have a future reliance.

Qing Ruoxi passed.

Before approaching, two hands were stretched out ready to receive the sword.

"Turn over." He Weiwen said.

Qing Ruo was a little confused, but turned around.

There was a hard and cold thing on the top of the waist, and Qingruo almost didn't jump up.

The sword in the hand of He Weiwen put her sword on her waist, and lifted it up again, "Huh? Would you like to support it?"

"..."

"My grass ... He Weiwen ... you!"

He Weiwen retracted the sword and handed it to the attendant behind him, with wide sleeves hanging from his arms, polite and concerned, "If the waist is still uncomfortable, let someone to spread the word, and the grandfather will call you to see.

If Qing gritted his teeth and raised his hand, he would hit him. He Weiwen took a step back, and the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth made him feel owed.

Qing Ruo kicked out, He Weiwen didn't hide, her palms stretched out and pinched her ankles, and her fingers kneaded twice with light motions across the socks.

"Let's go!" Her eyes were about to burst out.

"Okay." He Weiwen nodded, raised his hand, and used his hand for cleverness. If Qing only felt that his body's center of gravity was a bit off, the whole person fell over to him.

He Weiwen stood upright, his arms opened and loosely caught the person who hit him, and his hard head bumped into his chest again.

He lowered his head, his smile spreading into the air and his joy spreading. "Is the waist uncomfortable enough to stand still? It seems a little serious."

"He! Wei! Wen!" If Qing looked up and rubbed his teeth, his body was trapped by him, and he would open up and bite.

"Um." He responded with a good temper, rubbing her waist with warm palms across the clothes. "Don't be mad, it's not ugly for a girl to have a bad waist. Grandpa will let the doctor come to you for a while Look, it will get better soon. "

"..." Qing Ruo gave up his resistance. He had a hot chrysanthemum on his face and didn't want to struggle. He took a bite of his chest for the final revenge. "Okay, you go."

He Weiwen let go of her, raised her hand and rubbed her messy hair. "Be nice, don't worry." He turned with a smile.

Qingruo grinds his teeth, finally frustrated, the new bracelet he just brought back down and smashed into the back of his head.

He Weiwen seemed to have eyes behind her, and she didn't lift her head to pinch her bracelet accurately, her hand went around and pinched her bracelet and shook it. "Such an ugly bracelet should also be smashed."

"..."

Until he took the attendant out of the yard, Qing Ruo didn't say anything.

After waking up in the middle of the night, she hasn't slept. Qingruo refreshes her sleep at will, and it's almost time for dinner when she wakes up.

The young girl twisted a small face and told her, "Miss, the royal doctor in the palace is now in the house."

Qing Ruo sat up and wore clothes, and she was a little bit confused when she just woke up, "Well? What are you doing in the house?"

Xiaoya pouted, "General He said that your waist is not good, let the Royal Doctor come to you for treatment, and you must take care of your problem before the big wedding."

"... you go, I want to be quiet."

The imperial doctor was all stunned by the irritable lady.

General He was worried about Miss Ye's body, and came to visit after finishing his official duties in the evening.

When Qing Qing was in the boudoir, the door was closed, and He Weiwen's servants knocked on the door, "Ms. Xun."

In response, he was cold and impatient, "Go!"

The attendant turned ugly and glanced at He Weiwen. He Weiwen waved his hand, didn't care, and let him back.

He Weiwen Shi Shiran walked up and kicked up.

"Yeah!" Where the wavy door panel went up on his feet, sawdust fell directly in the air, and the last two heavy door panels fell to the ground.

On the bed, the person who watched the tabloid was stunned and looked at He Weiwen, who was as warm as jade at the door. The apple block in his hand rolled off in the startle, and murmured from the door to the middle of the road.

He Weiwen had a mild eyebrow, stepped into the door with a soft smile, step by step, passed on the apple block, and the apple block that he stepped on was directly broken into dregs and posted on the ground.

The two maidservants who had followed her had already bowed their heads and walked off the corner without hesitation.

Only Qing Ruo was stunned and watched his tall shadow come together, and finally opened his mouth and said, "Look!"

He Weiwen, really is a true bandit.

The shadow came quickly, He Weiwen bent over and leaned over, fingers twisted her chin, one hand had pulled out the small notebook in her hand, and flew away without looking, the words were ghostly The hot breath flew all over her face, "Let me roll, huh?"

If Qing was caught between his body and the bed, his chin was twisted, he couldn't get up or down, he couldn't move, he could only look at his extremely gentle and **** eyes.

"He Weiwen!"

Every time she said a word, he raised her chin a little, her neck stretched into a straight line, long and beautiful, and the last word she had vomited hard.

The eyes are still bright, the same eyes are flashing bright, without fear, still stupidly high above themselves.

"Huh ~" He Weiwen almost made this sound from his deep throat. The sound was lingering and mellow. The breath of each other was close at hand. It lasted a long time. The breath was tangled. He could almost smell her from the breath. Taste, with a sweet apple aroma.

The fingers were slowly moving against her chin, and the cocoons between his fingers rubbed her tender skin, and the temperature gradually increased.

He Weiwen was close again. Almost as long as he opened his mouth to speak, the slight movement of his lips could stick to her pink lips.

"My grandfather supports you, would you?"

Qing Ruo rolled his eyes, apparently thinking of his viciousness last night.

She didn't speak, he continued to lift her chin, no matter she nodded and shook her head or spoke, she was destined to touch his lips.

"Huh?" He Weiwen stooped, his eyes were lazy on the surface, but the waves were all inside. The slow spit tone asked again, "Support your waist, should you?"

"Yes!" He touched his lips.

**

A plate of grapes wants me to support her?

idiot.

How enough.

—— [Black Box]