Song Qingshu deliberately accentuated the pronunciation of the three characters Song Siming, and said silently in his heart: Old Song, you can save the old man from disasters, anyway, even if you die, Tang Kuobian will not be able to inherit Haizao and the others. ?Read a book????·1?k?an?sh?u?·cc
Mrs. Tang on the side looked weird, how could she not understand the problem with Song Qingshu's oath, but thinking about the relationship with him in the past, she hesitated for a while and did not reveal it, thinking that this kind of oath would be enough anyway, how could it be so true? Coincidentally, one of them will die.
What's more, the relationship between Mrs. Tang and her sister-in-law is not harmonious. Wanyan Gebi has secretly reminded Mrs. Tang several times to keep her womanly. Mrs. Tang has been upset for a long time, so at this moment she has another thought in her heart: hum , if something really happens to my brother, when you are crushed by another man, I see how you have the face to laugh at me!
Tang Kuobian didn't know that his own sister sold himself like this, and when he heard Song Qingshu finally swear, he couldn't help being overjoyed, and stepped forward to put his arms around his shoulders: "Brother, let's continue drinking."
"Ah?" Song Qingshu suddenly frowned, this guy must have been drinking too much.
Mrs. Tang covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Young master, my elder brother loves drinking the most in his life, but he has to guard the palace on weekdays, so he can't drink, but he's too greedy. It's rare to go on vacation during this time. I won't let it go."
Song Qingshu had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink with him. In the end, he was so drunk that he couldn't even walk unsteadily. One Reading??·1?·cc
Seeing that the two of them were about to fall, Mrs. Tang quickly withdrew the banquet and ordered the maid to help Tang Kuobian back to the room, while Song Qingshu was helped back to the room by herself.
Most of the weight of the body was on Mrs. Tang, Song Qingshu said with a smile: "Madam...why is your body so soft?"
Mrs. Tang gave him a charming look: "It's not like I haven't touched his body before."
"I really don't have this one." Song Qingshu told the truth, thinking that it was Zhao Min who shared the spring breeze with you that night, not me.
Mrs. Tang had a resentful expression on her face: "Master, you really have no conscience. People think about you day and night, but you can't even remember these things."
Song Qingshu drank too much wine, and his body was floating, and then Madam Tang smiled lowly, making his body more than half brittle, and after the alcohol smell rose, his hands began to be dishonest.
Soon Mrs. Tang's cheeks became flushed and her breath became short of breath. She begged softly, "My lord, don't stay here. People in the house are full of gossip. If it reaches my husband's ears, it will be bad."
Song Qingshu didn't mean to let go, but said brazenly: "So what if he knows, what can a mere military envoy of the Chongyi Army do to me?" Song Qingshu had no affection for this lady, only It was pure desire, so when she spoke, joyful energy was slowly injected into her body from her fingertips. ??One Reading?·1?k?anshu·cc
"Hmm~" Mrs. Tang parted her red lips lightly, and let out a coquettish moan that sounded ashamed to her. She felt a warm current slowly flowing from the depths of her body, her cheeks became even hotter, and she murmured With a voice, "My lord~ I will come and find you quietly later."
"What are you afraid of!" Song Qingshu snorted, picked her up amidst Madam Tang's exclamation, and walked to his room.
Seeing the horrified and inexplicable eyes of the servants along the way, Mrs. Tang was almost ashamed to death, but being held in Song Qingshu's arms and surrounded by his masculine masculinity, she felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.
"Death is death!" Mrs. Tang bit her lip lightly, buried her head in Song Qingshu's arms, and let the other party openly carry her back to the bedroom.
"My lord, you are good or bad, you are obviously not drunk, but just now you asked someone to support you all the time." Mrs. Tang suddenly woke up, and couldn't help being coquettish.
Song Qingshu took a deep breath of Mrs. Tang's body, and said with a smile, "I was drunk at first, but with such a stunning beauty as Mrs., if I don't wake up, wouldn't it be too confusing?"
Mrs. Tang laughed so hard that her branches trembled, "Master's mouth is so sweet."
"Madam, do you want to try it?" Song Qingshu sat down against the edge of the bed, hugged her on his thigh, felt the other's plump and firm buttocks, and couldn't help secretly praising her.
Mrs. Tang put her hands on his neck, looked at Song Qingshu's deep eyes, her eyes began to become blurred, subconsciously bit her lips, and murmured tiredly: "Yes~"
White teeth, bright red lips, two colors intertwined, there is a strange beauty, Song Qingshu raised her smooth chin, and said with a half-smile: "I'm hot from drinking too much, please trouble Madam to take off your clothes for me." gone."
Mrs. Tang nodded, and while undressing him, she hummed softly, "I'm not so gentle with my husband."
Song Qingshu said with a smile: "That's because your husband has no ability to subdue a peerless girl like you."
"My lord, don't make fun of me." Her fingers touched Song Qingshu's strong chest, and Mrs. Tang's slender snowy neck was unknowingly stained with a layer of blush, and she couldn't help but exclaimed, "My lord looks gentle, but I didn't expect her muscles to be so hard .”
"Why, Madam doesn't like it?" Song Qingshu looked at her playfully.
"No, I like tough men." Madam Tang snorted, and her red lips came together.
Song Qingshu's hands had unknowingly stretched into her loose robe, and the uncontrollable feeling made him sigh: "Madam, I guess your husband should be very thin."
Mrs. Tang looked at him in bewilderment: "Why do you think so, Young Master?"
Song Qingshu said with a wicked smile: "With such a beautiful wife with a superb figure, the husband must be so obsessed with farming and irrigation every day, he must be tired and thin."
"If you don't like your son, you will make fun of him." Mrs. Tang was so coquettish that she couldn't help but punch her in return.
Seeing Mrs. Tang's young daughter's posture suddenly, Song Qingshu couldn't hold back any longer, and pulled her belt away, separated and exposed a pair of snow-white long legs, and pressed down heavily on her.
"Hmm~" Mrs. Tang let out a muffled groan in satisfaction, and the heavy pressure from the man made her tremble inexplicably.
While Song Qingshu was sober, he had no pity for this lady, so from the beginning to the end, it was the most primitive and savage collision, wantonly venting the heat in his body.
Mrs. Tang couldn't help but frowned slightly, and sighed secretly in her heart, no matter how elegant a man looks, he is a beast when he takes off his clothes!
But her unhappiness was soon replaced by trembling like a tide. Her slender and delicate neck was like a swan, soaring high and high, and finally turned into bursts of soul-stirring cries—
Happy Lantern Festival, readers!