My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 288

Chapter 288 Chanchan, you are so cute

Luo Qingzhou did not go there.

Under the lights and in full view, the wounds on his hands and the bruises on his neck were easily exposed.

So he directly said to Meier: "I still have homework to finish today, so I won't go. Please help me look at it first. If the second lady has something important, you can come and call me again. If it's just an ordinary greeting , just bring me the letter when the time comes."

As soon as Meier heard this, she immediately emphasized: "Uncle, Madam let you go."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "I know, but the autumn exam is coming soon, and I have to finish my homework every day. Just say that when you go back, Madam will understand."

Mei'er frowned, and when she was about to speak, Bai Ling who was standing at the door said, "Mei'er, let's go, I'll help my uncle to see it."

Mei Er took a look at her, and could only say: "Uncle, besides the second miss's letter, there is also a letter from Miss Biao."

Luo Qingzhou said indifferently: "It's nothing more than dissatisfaction with the ending of those stories. Let Bailing read it for me. After you finish reading it, bring it to me."

He is innocent with Second Miss, and even more so with that little cousin, there is nothing to shy away from.

Bailing heard it, and immediately smiled: "Mmm, thank you for your trust! Meier, let's go!"

Meier didn't dare to refuse, so she had to leave disgruntled.

After the two left, the courtyard fell silent.

Xiaodie finally dared to speak: "My lord, when Sister Bailing came here, I asked my servants a lot of questions, all about what the young master is doing recently, what books he is reading, where he has been, and even asked the servants... who is in the same room with the young master How many times?"

Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment, and said, "How did you answer?"

Xiao Die's cheeks were slightly red: "The servant girl said that the young master has been studying at home recently and has not gone anywhere. Regarding the intercourse... the servant girl answered truthfully."

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flickered, and he said indifferently: "It's okay, don't worry about her. If she asks again in the future, just answer like this."

After finishing speaking, he entered the study and said, "I won't take a bath tonight, and I don't need to go to bed."

Under the eaves, the two little girls looked at each other and said "oh".

Luo Qingzhou thought for a while in the room, then walked to the desk and sat down, spread out a piece of rice paper, grinded the ink by himself, and prepared to transcribe the "Niu Mo Shen Gong" that was in his mind.

He still doesn't quite understand some of them, so he will ask that elder sister Yue tonight.

I hope the other party can speak tonight.

Just as she was thinking about something and studying ink, the door of the room suddenly opened, Xiaodie poked her head in, and said in a low voice: "My lord, sister Xia Chan is here and she is standing in the yard. The servant girl asked her what was the matter, but she didn't answer." say."

Luo Qingzhou was slightly stunned, got up and went to push open the window.

In the courtyard, the moon is shining brightly.

The girl in a light green dress, holding a sword, stood silently under the peach blossom tree, like a sculpture, motionless.

Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, thought for a moment, turned his head, looked towards the door and said, "Xiaodie, call Qiu'er to go out and play for a while, and come back later."

Xiao Die was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and quickly closed the door with an "oh".

Not long after, the two little girls went out with embroidery tools and closed the courtyard door by the way.

Luo Qingzhou looked at the thin figure in the courtyard and said: "Chanchan, come in quickly, it's cold at night, don't freeze."

Xia Chan looked at him under the tree, still didn't move or speak.

Luo Qingzhou raised his hands and said: "Look, my uncle's hand is injured, but he needs to grind ink and write. Chanchan, can you come in and help my uncle?"

Immediately he said again: "Young master swears, you will never talk nonsense again."

Xia Chan still stood there, motionless and did not respond.

"Hey…"

Luo Qingzhou sighed, returned to the table, and said: "Forget it, you can continue to appreciate the moonlight, my uncle should do it yourself."

He picked up the ink stick, and while grinding it, he frowned, and made a painful "hissing" sound from his mouth.

"Hiss..."

Hissed a few more times, looked up and peeked, and found that the figure under the peach blossom tree was no longer there.

have they gone?

Luo Qingzhou had doubts on his face.

That girl came here just to take a look at him, or is there something else? Or, just bored?

While he was guessing, the door creaked and opened suddenly.

Immediately, a pair of slender little feet in snow-white socks, flapping the light green soft skirt, came in from the door.

Luo Qingzhou immediately hissed again, and said, "It hurts..."

The door closes.

Xia Chan walked up to him without a sound, and looked at him with cold eyes.

Luo Qingzhou's face was suddenly full of surprise: "Chanchan, I thought you were gone, and my uncle is sad. It seems that Chanchan still loves my uncle."

Xia Chan ignored him and looked at the back of his hand.

Luo Qingzhou handed the ink block in front of her, and said: "It's okay, my uncle got hurt from practicing kung fu, let's study the ink."

Xia Chan paused, Fang took the ink stick, put the sword in his hand on the window sill next to him, lowered his head, and silently studied the ink.

The faint fragrance of ink quickly spread in the room.

She likes the smell.

It's like his smell...

Luo Qingzhou picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and recalled it carefully in his mind. Fang wrote down all of the "Niu Mo Shen Gong" according to the translated text.

Judging from today's battle situation, the power of this technique is indeed great.

So he decided to study it thoroughly and learn it all.

It's a pity that the inner strength mentality of the Yaozu can't be cultivated, otherwise he wouldn't have to worry about where to find the inner strength mentality of the martial artist realm.

The snow-white rice paper was quickly filled with delicate and elegant small characters.

Xia Chan stood by the side, lowered her head, quietly studying ink, and looked up at him from time to time.

Under the light, that delicate face was full of seriousness and thought.

Her gaze was also full of tenderness.

The moonlight fell on the window sill, white as snow, gentle like water.

In the study room, the atmosphere is warm, warm and harmonious.

After Luo Qingzhou finished writing, he read it again seriously. Fang put down the pen, picked up the rice paper, lowered his head to dry the ink on it, and raised his head: "Chanchan, is my uncle's handwriting beautiful?"

Xia Chan was staring at him obsessively. Seeing him looking over, she immediately looked away and looked at the rice paper in his hand. After a pause, she said with a cold expression: "General, just."

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "There is one less [horse horse, tiger tiger]."

Xia Chan bid farewell to her pretty face, and looked out the window: "Hmph!"

Luo Qingzhou looked at her.

Under the moonlight, that appearance is beautiful and cold, but delicate and charming.

For some reason, that pretty face was stained with two faint blushes, like a peach blossom in full bloom, tender and delicate, with an attractive fragrance.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly couldn't help but die again and said: "Chanchan, you are so cute, my uncle wants to...kiss..."

After finishing speaking, he covered his eyes with both hands.

After waiting for a long time, the girl's powder fist did not come over.

He opened his eyes and looked through his fingers cautiously. There was no anger or murderous intent on that pretty blushing face, just staring at him blankly.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned, put down his hands and said, "Chanchan... ah!"

He covered his eyes and squatted on the ground.

Under the hem of the skirt, those slender little feet in snow-white socks were ready to leave.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly covered his eyes with one hand, stood up and stopped her, and said: "Chanchan, you hurt my uncle, you can't just walk away."

Xia Chan held the sword, gave him a cold look with her eyes, and was about to avoid him.

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Chanchan, stay with my uncle for a while. It's still early, and Qiu'er and Xiaodie will come back very late. My uncle is injured again. Do you have the heart to let my uncle stay in the house alone?"

Xia Chan paused on the spot, looked at him with cold eyes and said, "I'll go, help you, call Bai Ling."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her with one eye, was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay."

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, and passed him by without saying a word.

She walked to the door, opened the door, and walked out.

While she was bending over to put on her shoes, Luo Qingzhou's voice suddenly sounded from behind her again: "Chanchan, I suddenly feel that I still want you to accompany me, okay?"

Xia Chan paused, put on her shoes, and was about to leave.

Just as she took a step, two arms stretched out behind her, gently hugging her slender waist from behind.

Her body shook, and just as she clenched her fists, the body behind her suddenly pressed against her back, and a warm voice sounded softly in her ears: "Chanchan, stay with me again, okay?" ?"

She froze and froze in place, motionless.

On that pretty face, the blush suddenly bloomed like a delicate flower, and it began to become hot. The thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes, looking at the hands tightly hugging her waist.

She stood at the door blankly, motionless and silent.

Luo Qingzhou hugged her behind him, his cheeks buried in her soft hair, after a while, he suddenly moved close to her ear, opened his mouth, and gently bit her pink and blushing earlobe, whispering Muttering: "Chanchan..."

The girl's body trembled, and she suddenly felt weak.

Luo Qingzhou's hand gently caressed her soft and slender waist, then slowly moved up and got into her clothes...

"boom!"

"what…"

Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground and covered his other eye.

The girl held the sword and walked away coldly.

Luo Qingzhou squatted on the ground for a long time, Fang stood up, slowly put down the hand covering his eyes, and looked outside the door.

The door is empty, only the cold moonlight.

He stayed for a while, then closed the door, walked to the beauty's couch, lay down on it, and closed his eyes.

He frowned, recalling the scene after scene.

I do not know how long it has been.

Suddenly there was a strange noise in front of the window.

He opened his eyes and looked.

Lark was wearing a pink dress, standing furtively outside the window, with a hand stretched into the window, holding the dark red gemstone in his hand.

I got off work late today, gone.

(end of this chapter)

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