Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

These are actually beautiful, but such a beautiful picture is only for a moment, followed by killing and blood flowing into a river. Then she saw that she was about to die and fell in a pool of blood. She was very afraid. At this time, she actually saw Nie Pingxin!

"Nie Pingxin..."

She called his name weakly, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed out of the corners of her eyes

Nie Pingxin, who had planned to leave at a glance, heard her calling his name when he turned around. He was stunned and surprised. She found herself?

She was about to evacuate quickly, but then she found something wrong. If she found it was him, shouldn't it be an angry cold drink?

Why did he think the sound was so soft, soft to his heart

Nie Pingxin slowly turned around, and then through the dim light outside the window, he clearly saw the tears in the corners of song Jiujiu's eyes.

At this moment, for some reason, his heart suddenly caught him, and he went to the bed and sat down.

"Nie Pingxin..."

Song Jiujiu shouted again. His hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Nie Pingxin's hand. It was accurate.

As soon as Nie Pingxin's body stiffened, he saw her holding her hand, and her voice became more and more soft, which made him feel as angry as a hairspring.

Then he knew she was having a nightmare.

She read her name in her dream. Nie Pingxin didn't know how to describe his mood at this time. Anyway, he kicked off his shoes, climbed into her bed, opened the quilt and lay down beside her.

In the dream, the cold body touched the warm embrace, song Jiujiu pursed his mouth and smiled, "hold me tight..."

Nie Pingxin's mouth moved. Song Jiujiu, this is your initiative. Don't wait for a moment to wake up and bite back.

Holding the soft boneless body in his arms, Nie Pingxin grinned silently. As for why he smiled, even he couldn't tell the reason at the moment.

Song Jiujiu suddenly opened her eyes. She first scanned the room and determined that she was in her own room. After she was the only one in the room, she sat up and raised her hands to hold her face.

It's hot!

oh Oh, my God!

She really had a spring dream!

And even with Nie Pingxin!

The knock on the door suddenly sounded. Song Jiujiu was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled up the quilt and fell on the bed with his head covered. He dared not go out.

For a long time, she heard that there was no movement at the door. Then she carefully leaned out her head. Because of her suffocation, her face was red enough to drop blood.

With a headache, he pinched the center of his eyebrows. Song Jiujiu kicked off the small inside hanging on his ankle, lifted the quilt and went down from the bed. He turned his head and looked at the bed again and stared at it for a few seconds.

If the domestic servant came in and saw this scene on the bed later, I don't know what he would think.

Thinking of this, song Jiujiu pulled off the sheets in twos and threes, rushed under the water pipe holding the one thrown into the bathroom for a while, then reluctantly threw it on the sofa and walked into the bathroom.

Lying in the bathtub, she had an unspeakable feeling in her heart, especially when she cleaned the place, her hand touched her whole body and trembled involuntarily.

Damn it, how could she have a spring dream!

Song Jiujiu stayed in the bathroom for more than half an hour before he came out. At this time, the domestic servant had pushed the door in. When he saw the scene on the bed, he was stunned and hurriedly asked, "Miss nine, what's the matter? Is the sheet uncomfortable?"

"... No." after all, song Jiujiu's heart was empty after all. "Well, my great aunt came and put the sheets on. I changed them and was in the bathroom."

"I'm sorry, Miss nine. I'll wash it now." the domestic servant hurried to the bathroom.

"I've washed that one."

"Oh, OK."

Song Jiujiu sat on the sofa blowing her hair wrapped in a bath towel, watched the housemaid change a set of bedding, watched her distract again, remembered her dream last night, and her cheeks turned red quietly.

"Miss nine? Miss nine?"

"Huh? Oh! What's the matter?"

Song Jiujiu was embarrassed when he found that he was distracted. In particular, he dared not go to see the domestic servant. Fang fo was afraid that the domestic servant could see through her heart.

"Is this... Clean?" the domestic servant took song Jiujiu's little inside. She never let the domestic servant clean her intimate underwear. She washed it by herself every time. The reason why the domestic servant asked is because she just said that her great aunt came and put it on the sheets, but what's the matter with finding a clean looking little inside in the quilt?

The domestic servant didn't understand it, and didn't know whether it was worn or not.

"Er... This doesn't need washing. I just found it clean. I'll change it later."

"Yes, put it here. The bedding has been changed into clean ones. What else can miss nine tell you?"

"No, you go and be busy."

"Yes."

After the maid left, song Jiujiu took a breath, took the small inside beside the bed, took it into the bathroom very irritably, poured a lot of underwear washing liquid, washed it again and hung it up.

He changed into a relatively formal dress and pulled up his hair at will behind his head, capable but gentle at all.

Song Jiujiu walked out of the room.

Song Zhongyi and Nie Pingxin were chatting in the living room. Hearing Nie Pingxin's voice, song Jiujiu's face burned inexplicably.

"Jiu'er, what's the matter with you? Your face is so red?"

What a pot!

Song Jiujiu glared at his uncle angrily, "it may be a little hot, uncle, I won't eat at home. Grandpa just called and asked me to go directly to the presidential palace."

Song Zhongyi frowned. "It's not too late to go again after some food. Besides, Pingxin is also at home. Don't worry if you leave him here alone?"

Nie Pingxin smiled and sat there like an obedient "little daughter-in-law" without saying a word, glancing at her from time to time.

Damn it, the temptation of red fruit!

Song Jiujiu had been pestering him because of his dream last night. He always felt like he could see her mind. Now he looked like this. Her face became more and more red. Even her tongue was tied. She couldn't say a word.

"Well, your grandpa won't blame you for delaying dinner for a few minutes. Ping Xin, let's go and have breakfast together."

Nie Ping stood up and came to song Jiujiu's side. She naturally held her hand, but she immediately shook it off like touching a charcoal stove.

"What's the matter?" Nie Pingxin frowned slightly.

Song Zhongyi looked at them. Anyway, he was very satisfied with his nephew's son-in-law. Although he was older and his generation was a little chaotic, this did not affect his love for his nephew's son-in-law.

"Jiu'er, talk to Pingxin and don't bully Pingxin."

Bully him?

Song Jiujiu wanted to ask his uncle, who is the blood relationship between her and Nie Pingxin?

Song Zhongyi went to the restaurant first, leaving song Jiujiu and Nie Pingxin behind.

"What's the matter? Why is his face so red? Isn't he uncomfortable?" Nie Pingxin stretched out his hand to touch song Jiujiu's forehead. She dodged him in a stiff tone, but with some panic, "I'm fine!"

"It's all right?"

"Yes."

It's probably that song Jiujiu had such an unspeakable dream last night. At present, the whole person seems to have changed. If Nie Pingxin asks this on weekdays, she will rush back with a word, "you're sick!"

"Didn't have a good rest last night?" Nie Pingxin came to her again. This time, he didn't give her a chance to dodge, so he didn't hold her hand directly.

Her palms were full of sweat, and her body was hot. He immediately frowned. Was it because he left in a hurry in the early morning and forgot to cover her with a quilt, so she had a fever?

He immediately put out his other hand to touch her forehead. She dodged, "Nie Pingxin, what are you doing? You let go."

"Don't move!" Nie Pingxin stared and whispered. Song had never seen him so fierce in his impression for a long time. He was frightened and stunned there.

Nie Pingxin held her head in his hands, his forehead against her forehead, and explored the temperature. It seemed that she was not hot and had no fever, but if she had no fever, what happened to her whole body hot and her face flushed?

Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, Nie Ping was afraid of song Jiujiu. He had a fever and his voice was much softer than before. "If you are uncomfortable, you have to go to the hospital and can't carry it."

Song Jiujiu nodded. He didn't dare to look into his eyes. He moved his eyes. "Go to dinner. I have something to do later."

"It's all right?" Nie Pingxin felt uneasy and explored the temperature of her forehead. He suddenly found something and smiled.

Song Jiujiu was made uncomfortable by his smile. "What are you laughing at?"

"You can't dream of me last night and see me this morning -" I'm shy.

Nie Pingxin's words behind him were hurriedly interrupted by song Jiujiu before he could say it. At the same time, he got rid of his bondage, "neuropathy! Amorous! Who dreamed of you! Old man!"

Nie Pingxin stood in place, a little confused. He just joked. As for such a strong reaction?

But then, he reacted and lifted his lips. It seems that she didn't feel the things in the early morning. It seems that she had a spring dream!

At the thought of this, Nie Pingxin was relaxed and happy. He had to admit that the sneaking time in the early morning was so exciting and wonderful that he returned to his guest room. He was soft all over. He rushed under the cold water for half an hour.

A real woman is a goblin. He feels as if he is going to be bewitched by her.

After breakfast, song Jiujiu took a special bus to the presidential palace. Today is her day to serve in the cabinet in advance. Otherwise, she would not rush back from Liancheng.

Song Jiujiu didn't listen to a word about job introduction and oath. He was distracted from sitting in the conference room until the end of the conference.

"My nine miss, nine princess, if you don't want to come back, you say, don't be in Cao camp, can you be in Han? What do you think?"

There was a pain on his head. Song Jiujiu returned to his mind, "Grandpa, Grandpa..."

When I turned around, the people in the conference room had dispersed!