Chu Lian froze, opened her almond eyes and looked at the cold man opposite.
"What's wrong?"
Chu Lian really didn't understand why He Changdi became nervous after going out for a trip. After thinking about it, she didn't provoke him today...
He Changdi, who was sitting upright across from Dama Jindao, had a cold handsome face, and his deep eyes were cold. He stared at his wife who was not sitting in front of him.
Thinking of the scene when she met Xiao Bojian in Wei Wangfu just now, thinking of Xiao Bojian's infatuated eyes when he saw her.
Even though he knew that his wife had already stopped thinking about this "adulter" in the previous life, and even hated Xiao Bojian a little, but he still felt uncomfortable, as if he had drunk a bottle of vinegar.
Knowing that it was wrong for him to attribute all this to the innocent Chu Lian, he just couldn't help being jealous.
He Changdi clenched his fist lightly on his knee, turned his head away, and said "nothing" in a deep voice.
Chu Lian carefully observed her sly husband, tilted her head, and frowned her eyebrows. After a while, she suddenly laughed. Her laughter was clear and clear, like a silver bell. Hearing it all, he pricked up his ears curiously.
Unexpectedly, He Sanlang thought that his wife's branches were trembling from her sudden laughter, and out of annoyance, he shot quickly, hugged Chu Lian into his arms like lightning, and covered her attractive red lips with his big palm.
His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his deep pool-like eyes stared straight at the beautiful wife in his arms, as if he wanted to see the bottom of her heart through Chu Lian's clear eyes.
Chu Lian clearly noticed the change in the bottom of his eyes, from light to deep, and finally took on a dangerous aura that was inevitable.
Being held in the arms of such a dangerous person, how could she laugh.
She tactfully suppressed the smile on her face, and stared at him pitifully with her moist eyes, as if telling him to let his lord spare her a lot.
The corners of He Sanlang's mouth hooked slightly, and the dangerous aura in his eyes was about to overflow. He slowly bent down and approached Chu Lian. When the two breathed and heard each other, he slowly let go and covered Chu Lian. The big palm of the small mouth lowered the hoarse voice: "It's late!"
After finishing speaking, Chu Lian's bright red lips were blocked by He Sanlang, allowing her to "woooo" struggle, but He Changdi's powerful arms just became tighter and tighter.
Knowing that this is a domineering guy, Chu Lian later gave up struggling and obeyed his entwining movements.
The teeth were gently pried open by him, and the softness in the mouth was caught by him, and he was forced to fight and dance with him.
Just for a while, Chu Lian's cheeks and neck were flushed, and her two onion-like hands tightly clutched the black skirt on his chest. One black and one white gave people an extreme sense of beauty, and soon Chu Lian's The little hands changed from clenching to pushing.
But He Changdi was full of suffocation, and there was no room for her to flinch, he fixed her soft and fragrant body tightly in his arms, so that she could not move, and his lips and tongue violated and teased unscrupulously.
When He Changdi finally calmed down the depression in his chest, Chu Lian was released by him.
Only at this time, she was panting heavily with her face flushed.
Chu Lian stared at He Changdi's cold face resentfully, and said angrily, "He Changdi, do you think I really have no temper?"
Following Chu Lian's words, He Changdi froze. He stared at her with downcast eyes, with a hint of uneasiness in his deep eyes. He pursed his thin lips that were red from the kiss just now.
The apology that came to his lips could not be uttered.
Chu Lian took a deep breath, wiped her red and swollen mouth with a handkerchief, struggled a few times and then broke free from He Changdi's arms, and sat down opposite him again.
She could vaguely feel that He Sanlang's gloomy and suffocating mood had something to do with Xiao Bojian, and perhaps Xiao Bojian looked at her openly and secretly when he was in the palace.
But what does all this have to do with her, she is not the former Chu Lian, she has tried her best to keep a distance from Xiao Bojian, and it was not her fault that she met Xiao Bojian in Wei Palace today, He Sanlang vented his anger It's unreasonable to make trouble on her head.
The fault of this matter is his own, and now he can't say a word of apology, even if he is arrogant, he should distinguish right from wrong!
In the past, He Sanlang had a weird temper, and she could tolerate it, but today, she was really angry.
Originally, there were still some things she wanted to ask him carefully, but now that the two of them are locked up, how can they say anything.
In fact, Chu Lian has a gentle and kind temper. If others did not take the initiative to provoke her, she would never make things difficult for others. In addition, she didn't care much about things in the Great Wu Dynasty, so her personality was even more open-minded.
Now He Changdi made Chu Lian really angry. On the one hand, it was because Chu Lian cared about him, and on the other hand, He Sanlang was really annoying.
Chu Lian leaned on the big pillow, her almond eyes that were usually clear and clear closed, as if she no longer wanted to look at the man across from her.
In the small carriage, the atmosphere was gloomy, and the grunting sound of the axle of the carriage could be heard quietly.
Chu Lian propped her head on one hand, closed her eyes, and wondered if she fell asleep.
He Changdi stared closely at her beautiful little face, feeling regret in his heart that he had never felt before. His fists were loosened and tightened, and the depression in his chest became more and more tired, and finally the whole chest seemed to be covered by this depression. It's like it exploded.
He opened his thin lips, took a deep breath, and was about to say the words of apology when the carriage suddenly stopped and stopped, and the sound of coming and going came in.
"Third young master and third grandma, a carriage broke down ahead, and the road is blocked."
What He Changdi was about to say was interrupted more and more, and his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot in an instant. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words: "Detour!"
After speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Chu Lian opposite, and saw that she was still leaning on the pillow as if nothing had happened, with her eyes closed, as if she was in a deep sleep.
He Sanlang's heart tightened, as if someone had squeezed his fragile heart.
I don't know why, but when I heard my master's voice, I felt a chill in the back of my neck, shrank my neck, and raised the reins to order the guards to detour.
But before the carriage moved, Lai Yue saw a familiar figure.
His face turned bitter, and he guessed in his heart that the third young master and three grandmothers were probably having a temper tantrum, but he couldn't pretend he didn't see the person who got off the carriage in front of him, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Third young master , sitting in the carriage is the second master of the British government."
Chu Lian's original father, Chu Qizheng!
The old father-in-law's carriage broke down halfway, and it was hard for He Changdi to avoid it.
Although Chu Lian's life in the British government was not good when she was a girl, after all, Chu Qizheng was also her own father, the one who gave her life.
Chu Lian, who closed her eyes and meditated, also opened her eyes at this time.
She didn't even look at He Changdi, she turned her head and said to Lai Yue outside: "Go and ask the second master to take our carriage."