Fishing Beauty Dressed As a Vicious Stepmother

It was the first time that she was given pomegranate flowers, and she was still a “horseman”.

Qiao Sha picked up the pomegranate flower and turned it around in her hand. Still wondering who it was, she heard 101 say, “The host is Li Rongxiu.”

The name made her pause in surprise.

Lee Rongsu?

Oh my god, she almost forgot about this person, didn’t he escape? How could he show up in Xie’s mansion and secretly “meet” with her?

“Not only meeting, but also sleeping in the same bed. When you drank the medicine and fell asleep.” 101 finally told her about it. He wanted to tell her but never had the opportunity to say: “But he didn’t do anything to you, he just smelled it. you.”

“?” Qiao Sha suddenly remembered the dream she had when she drank the medicine and fell asleep on the first day. A dog kept smelling her.

Good guy, it’s not a dream.

The guard in front of me…

Qiao Sha raised his eyes to see this hidden guard, he did not dare to make a sound, because the other hidden guards guarding Xie Lanchi outside, he didn’t even dare to mention Li Rongxiu’s name.

Qiao Sha dropped the pomegranate flower. After all, he followed the guard in front of him, jumped from the window, and went to the stable.

She was carried all the way in her arm, finally knowing how she was taken to the stable in her sleep without being aware of it.

When he arrived at the stable, the man didn’t stop at all, he pushed open the door of a hut and led her in.

—–

The wind shook the lights in the house, raised a pair of eyes inside, and looked at Qiao Sha.

In the cramped cabin, the dim light, Qiao Sha and those eyes met in the strong herbal smell, and she recognized those eyes in a few seconds.

Even if his face is not similar to the previous one, there is no second pair of eyes in the world, sorrowful and compassionate, like a Bodhisattva.

The difference is that he looked at her, and a moment of surprise flashed by, as if he thought she would not come.

The long guard behind him quietly closed the door and guarded it outside.

The wind was isolated, and the lamps gradually calmed down, illuminating the small room and him.

Why is he here? Did you come to her specially?

This room is too small. Qiao Sha is standing at the door with her knees against the bed. In such a bad environment, how many days has he been here?

Qiao Sha didn’t speak, and looked at his face carefully. His face is too ugly now. If it weren’t for these eyes, she would definitely not look at him a second time.

“Your face is really ugly.” She said the first words to him.

He raised his hand and touched his face. He originally wanted to say a lot of things to her, he wanted to blame her for her determination, and asked her about Xie Lanchi’s affairs, but at this moment, under her gaze, he felt that it was not important.

At least she came, and recognized him at first sight.

This made him happier than anything else, and when she could recognize him, he felt that everything was worth it.

“Don’t you like it?” There was a gentle smile in his voice.

“Naturally don’t like it.” She walked over to him, and the candlelight on the table jumped during the walk, which also made him raise his eyes and watched her approach every step of the way.

She stopped by the couch, beside him, stretched out her hand and touched his face: “How did your face become like this?”

He raised his hand and held her hand, her smell, her temperature are now in front of his eyes, and his emotions are driven by her like candlelight.

“Is it better?” He spread out her palms, put them on his ears and neck, to measure her temperature: “It’s not very hot, is it still uncomfortable?”

His palm wrapped her palm, and he looked at her.

His ears and neck warmed up a little under her fingers, and Qiao Sha’s heart gently shook with the candlelight at this moment.

He is really gentle.

She thought of Rongga’s soft neck, of Surya’s compassion, and of the gentleness of Demon Venerable when he patted Little Aga.

She also remembered, obediently hiding.

Rong Yin would also look up at her so much, for fear that she would be sick and that she would be uncomfortable.

It was strange that she saw a lot of shadows in this person, and she even thought that his eyes were very similar to Surya, always pitiful.

With her finger on his cheek, she faintly touched a mark, and she took the mark off and peeled off the “skin” on his face.

His surprisingly beautiful face reappeared under her eyes, pale and delicate, and even his hair was beautiful.

She couldn’t help touching his face, “Why are you here?”

He looked at her, moved her palm that was touching his face under her nose, rubbed and sniffed lightly, and muttered, “Maybe it’s for you.”

Besides coming to see her, why?

But he knew very well that she would not be moved by these, because she asked: “What about Cui Cui? How is she?”

As expected, but it made him feel sad, and asked her in the palm of her palm: “Why don’t you ask, am I okay?”

She smiled, held up his face, lowered her head and smelled it in front of his face and said, “It’s sour.”

He was stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant. She was talking about his sour and jealous smell.

Is he jealous? Be jealous with a little maid?

He looked at her incomprehensibly, and slowly lowered his eyes. Yes, he was more than jealous of the little maid. Every time he heard Changshou say that what happened to her with whom she was outside, he was uncomfortable. .

But what is the relationship between him and her?

“Are you really angry?” She held up his face again, as if enjoying his jealousy, and smiled and said to him: “You are in front of me, naturally, you don’t need to ask.”

He looked at her, reached out and hugged her waist, dragged her to kneel on the couch, planted in his arms, and said very close to her, “You are in front of me, but I still want to know , How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? This is really unfair…”

It’s not fair.

Qiao Sha was in his arms, her palms propped on his shoulders, and listening to him so close, her breath floated all over her undulating chest. When he said it was unfair, she was so cute.

She was so cute that she moved softly. She held his cheek, rubbed her nose against his nose and lips, and murmured to him: “Who makes you fall in love with me, love is unfair…”

She knew it all, she knew exactly what she meant for him, and she was proud of it.

He was helpless and annoyed, grabbing her hand, biting her lip like venting his anger, and reluctant to use force, only to kiss her gently.

She held his face and responded enthusiastically to his kiss. The palm he was grasping touched under his black hair, touched the back of his neck, and stroked it again and again.

Strange sensations flooded into the limbs from the back of his neck. He was kneaded and shuddered. His desires and the chaotic memories in his head overwhelmed him. He seemed to be touched by her like this.

He held her up instinctively, let her sit in his arms, looked up at her, her mind was full of pictures of her-she lay in his arms and cried and said: “…I give me to Do you want it?”

——She bit the back of his neck badly, put up his face and kissed him…

——In the hot spring, she just sat in his arms like this, panting in his neck…

——In the dim bathroom, she hugged him, who was also soggy, lying in his arms and calling him: “Retreat, be lighter…”

Those many pictures, from nowhere, appeared in his mind in a mess. His heart was beating fast, and his body was numb, only to hear her smiling in his ears and saying: “Unexpectedly, you Can still stand…”

The latter words were blocked by him back in her lips and teeth.

He supported her, looking up at her in confusion and fascination. Her scattered black hair and red cheeks… intertwined into the most memorable and happy dream of his life.

The happiness of his life comes from her…

——-

Long Shou guarded outside the hut, and when he heard the movement inside, he was startled at first, then scratched his nose with red face, didn’t he? This, this… Isn’t the noble man recovering from illness? ?

Can this work? His body, his legs, how can this work…

Is the noble man desperate?

Changshou blushed as he listened, and he couldn’t help but looked up at the sky and sighed. He really felt that one day it would be no surprise that their nobleman died in Mrs. Xie’s hands.

How did their nobles meet Mrs. Xie and become a foolish brain?

Obviously it is time to take revenge and regain the throne, but he has repeatedly stayed in danger for Mrs. Xie. If Mrs. Xie said, don’t be the emperor.

He misses noble people, but he won’t do it if he is not sure.

How can this work!

Changshou sighed over and over again, and the voice inside did not weaken at all.

The sun rose little by little, and it was almost noon.

The long guard was in a hurry, and he was about to go down in the morning. Xie Lanchi would come back at any time, and no one could stay.

Fortunately, there was nothing inside. He knocked gently on the door to remind Mrs. Xie that it was time to leave.

Mrs. Xie came out quickly, as if nothing happened, and went back to Xie Lanchi’s bedroom with him.

But I didn’t expect to see Xie Lanchi who came back to the house halfway through.

Chang Shou secretly sighed that it was not good, and swept up to the ridge. A few ups and downs took Qiao Sha back to the bedroom, then opened the window and put Qiao Sha in, but the guard outside heard it.

“What sound?” The secret guard gently pushed open a line of the door, and glanced at the long guard under the window.

Immediately opened the door.

Long Shou didn’t have time to think about other things, and immediately let go of Qiao Sha and jumped into the pond.

The dark guard rushed in, and Qiao Sha stopped under the window.

The current dark guard reached out to poke her away.

Xie Lanchi’s voice came in from behind, “Qing Song.”

He called the secret guard’s name.

Qing Song hurriedly stretched out his hand, and several secret guards in the room knelt down with Qing Song, and said respectfully: “Master Supervisor.”

Xie Lanchi walked in and looked at Qiao Sha under the window. She looked flushed, much better than when he left.

He didn’t see what happened just now, only saw the guard rushing into the room, and asked, “What happened?”

Qing Song truthfully replied: “I just saw a man in his wife’s room, and that man jumped into the pond.”

Xie Lan Chi paused at the table, and slowly put a few packets of yellow paper wrapped things in his hand on the table.

“Go down and look for it.” He said to Qing Song.

Qing Song led the other guards out of the room.

—-

The door closed behind him.

Qiao Sha had walked to the table, sat down, and reached out to take the packages of things over, “What is it?”

As if nothing had happened, she sniffed, unwrapped the packages, a packet of icing candy, a packet of peach crisps, a packet of desserts, and a packet of sour plums and apricots.

Xie Lanchi didn’t answer, but he untied the crown and placed it on the table, his eyes fell on the pomegranate flower beside him. There was no such flower in the room when he left.

“Do you like pomegranate flowers?” he asked her.

Qiao Sha paused, watching him pick up the pomegranate flower, and asked her unconsciously: “Who folded it for you?”

Who did it for her?

The maid serving her was from Xie Lanchi, and the door was guarded by Xie Lanchi’s secret guard.

She was imprisoned here and couldn’t get out, so naturally it was impossible to fold it by herself.

Just right.

Qiao Sha twisted a candy and put it in her mouth, and casually said to him: “My lover, the one who just jumped into the pond.”

He raised his eyes and looked at her, “Lover?”

She tasted the sweet candy, picked up the kerchief and wiped her finger, “What do you do so surprised? Don’t you know what kind of woman I am? My lover is more than the one you killed.”

Xie Lanchi held the pomegranate flower, his throat tightened, and he was thinking: What is she doing again? What makes her unhappy again?

Obviously before he left the house, she refused to go to Gu’s house and stayed in his room obediently. He thought… he thought she was happy.

He was even happy that she didn’t go to see Gu Ze. He desperately wanted to come back to see her. He hadn’t felt this way for a long time.

Someone is waiting for him in the house, he will think on the way back to the house, does she like to eat these? She is afraid of taking medicine, will she be happy to buy some sweets?

Now that he wants to come, he is ridiculous.

She didn’t go to Gu Mansion because her lover wanted to meet her, right?

“I naturally know what a mean woman my mother is.” He couldn’t help ridiculing her in the coldest tone and the worst words, making her angry, “It’s just that I didn’t expect that if my mother was locked up here, someone could come. See you.”

But she was not angry, looked at him with her cheeks under her head, and said, “People can’t come in naturally, but it’s not all men outside. I’ve been in love with each other for a long time. Can’t I look at your secret guard?”

Xie Lanchi looked at her incredulously. Her lover is the secret guard outside the door?

In just a few days, she actually hooked up with his guard?

His stepmother really didn’t disappoint him.

From outside the window, the sound of the dark guard searching in the pond.

He stared at her and landed on her neck. There was a little red mark on the thin white neck. It was…

He stretched out his hand to her and wanted to poke aside the skirt of her clothes to take a closer look.

She hid for a while.

This suddenly ignited all his anger. He grabbed her shoulders suddenly, pressed her down in the chair condescendingly, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin and lifted it up, and the other hand pulled down her skirt, she Trembling neck and shoulders were exposed under his eyes.

There are red marks on Bai Shengsheng’s neck and shoulders.

Even if he didn’t know anything about men and women, he knew what mark it was, it was a hickey, or a bite mark.

She was so white and the mark was so obvious, it was obvious that his throat was dry and astringent, and his fingers were also stiff and cold.

“Who is he?” he asked her.

She leaned back in the chair, breathing up and down under his palm, and looked at him, “I forgot to ask his name. Anyway, he is just a man to play with me. It is him today. Maybe it will be changed tomorrow. What’s the name.”

What is her tone? What attitude? Is this what a woman said?

He was so angry that he couldn’t swallow something in his throat.

But she simply leaned against his palm and said casually, “What are you doing so angry? I’m just your stepmother, not your wife. Your father has been dead for so many years, so it’s hard for me to stay widow for him for a lifetime. ?”

Xie Lanchi seems to have been poked through by her, why is he so annoyed? She is just his stepmother. He knew what kind of woman she was before. Why would he be so angry for her and other men?

No, he is more angry at this moment than before.

He can’t, can’t… Strip her naked and wash her carefully.

She is very dirty now.

He was full of emotions. He reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the chair. After almost dragging her into the inner room, he pushed her against the tub and peeled it off like crazy. Under her clothes, the punishment is generally to throw her into a bathtub where the water is already cold.

“Xie Lanchi!” She suddenly called him by first name and last name, and while he was pulling, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him on the face.

He was slapped with ringing in his right ear, only to hear her say a little angrily: “You hurt me.”

The fingers he grasped on her arm were shaking, sinking in her flesh.

“Let go,” she said coldly to him.

He doesn’t want to let go, don’t let go.

Suddenly she lowered her head and bit on the back of his hand, biting so hard that she wished to bite the back of his hand through, and the blood flowed down from the back of his hand and penetrated into her clothes.

He shuddered with pain, and felt her warm lips in the pain, and felt her annoyance and emotions.

He felt satisfied, and she was also angry, as angry and painful as him.

The pain was mixed with strange satisfaction, torment him all at once, he knew that he was a madman, he was already mad.

He looked at the disheveled Qiao Sha leaning on his arm in the pain, couldn’t help but stretched out his hand to hug her, hugged her tightly in his arms, and buried his hot face into her bare shoulders. superior.

Her skin was warm, soft, and exuding her scent…as gentle as her that night.

He stood behind the screen, pressed against her skin, hated himself and hated her.

He knew that when he was finished, he couldn’t kill her. Even now, under such anger, he couldn’t bear to slap her and hurt her…

She is so thin and fragile, and so warm and soft.

The closer he got to her, the more fascinated he was.

The room was so quiet that Qiao Sha could hear his heartbeat.

It just so happened that he found out that she would step on his bottom line again and again to let him know that she gave him a little gentleness, which is a great charity.

—–

Xie Mansion is all under martial law, and no entry or exit is allowed.

The door of the bedroom was closed tightly, and Xie Lanchi sat outside the door of the bedroom, looking at the kneeling guards in the courtyard, one by one.

One missing guard.

Qing Song also confirmed that the man he saw was the hidden guard.

The entire Xie Mansion was searched up and down, and it was not until the sky was dark that two corpses were found in the burning stable.

One was the little six groomer who broke his leg, and the other was the secret guard.

But neither of the two corpses was just dead. The corpses were already stiff and had been dead for a few days.

There was no light under the corridor, Xie Lanchi’s face was extremely pale, no one dared to speak, waiting nervously for him to speak.

Everyone is very clear that the wife’s lover… is obviously not the two corpses, I am afraid that someone has killed these two long ago and mixed in the mansion with their identities.

This is their negligence.

Qing Song didn’t dare to look up, but he could still feel the gaze of the factory supervisor sweep over their faces over and over again.

He finally opened his mouth, his voice cold and hoarse, “Everyone broke a finger.”

Xie Lanchi supported his hot forehead, “Qingsong goes back to the East Factory, so I don’t have to come again.”

Qing Song’s face turned pale for a moment, he knew what this meant, it meant that he would be dismissed from Tesuji and would no longer have to work for the factory supervisor.

“From tonight, others will retreat to the yard and guard them. They are not allowed to talk to his wife or to look at his wife.” Xie Lanchi’s tinnitus was so severe, he held his head and said, “Uproot all the pomegranate trees in Xie Mansion.”

Qiao Sha was sitting in the bedroom, bathed and changed by the little maid, sitting in front of the dressing table, and the little maid was wiping her hair.

She listened to the voice of Xie Lanchi outside and laughed, “What’s the use of pulling out the pomegranate tree.”

The little maid wiped her hair gently, and couldn’t help but whispered: “Madam, the young master is so kind to you, why do you…”

“Is he good to me?” Qiao Sha looked at the little maid from the mirror, “If you are good to me, you shouldn’t keep me locked up, and imprison me, just how happy I am. Isn’t it just a lover? I was coaxed What’s wrong with being happy?”

The little maid pursed her lips, and then whispered: “It’s very unreasonable for you to say that… Master looked at you, but was only afraid that you would leave him.”

Qiao Sha held her cheeks and played with the small comb in her hand and said: “I’m afraid you will leave, so I will interrupt your leg and let you follow me obediently. Does this make sense?”

The little maid was so frightened that her fingers shook, she dared not speak any more.

Just listen to the lady saying: “I’m just his stepmother, he is like this, don’t you think it’s weird?”

The little maid did not dare to say anything. It was very strange that Young Master Lanchi did not treat his wife like a stepmother, but rather like his wife and the woman he loved.

But, but Young Master Lan Chi is very pitiful, she sometimes sees Young Master Lan Chi standing alone in the courtyard, motionless.

In this world, Master Lan Chi has no other relatives.

She served her wife to rest on the couch.

I don’t know when it calmed down outside, and Master Lan Chi and the secret guards were all gone.

The little maid looked at the sleeping lady on the couch and tiptoed out of the door. Just about to lock the door, someone behind him whispered, “You don’t need to lock it.”

She was taken aback, turned around and saw Master Lanchi. He seemed to have just taken a bath. He was wearing a loose robe, and his black hair draped wet behind his shoulders. His handsome face, but so lifeless, looked like a man. Lonely ghost who will never be happy.

“There is no need to lock the door from now on,” the young master said to her, reaching out and pushing the door open.

She vaguely heard the young master murmur: “She doesn’t like it.”

Is it that the lady doesn’t like being locked in the room?

She watched the young master walk into the room with her thin back, and stretched out her hand to gently close the door. Every time the wife got angry, the young master would compromise.

—–

In the unlit room, Xie Lanchi slowly walked into the inner room, walked to the side of the couch, and opened the curtain of the bed. He saw Qiao Sha, who was sleeping quietly on the couch, lying on his side, resting on the back of his hand.

She was so peaceful and good-natured when she fell asleep.

He sat on the edge of the couch gently, and stretched out his fingers to carefully touch her black hair, which was still a little moist and wrapped around his fingers.

She turned around and looked at him.

She woke up.

Xie Lanchi’s fingers paused, “I woke you up?”

She shook her head on the pillow, stretched out her hand and gently pinched his chin, twisted it a little bit, and looked at his cheek.

There was a piece of redness and swelling on the cheek, this time he was hit harder than the last time.

She rubbed the redness and swelling gently with her fingers, “Does it still hurt?”

Xie Lanchi looked at her, his astringent apple throat slowly swallowed, and the sorrow and grief came up little by little. He deflated and buried his face in her palm, and asked her in a dumb voice: “Do you want How do I…how do I…”

The craze in Qiao Sha’s palm, is he crying?

Xie Lanchi, cried.

It’s so pitiful, so why irritate her? Why copy her pain to torture her?

Since she was dragged into this world, she could only take it upon herself.