Her long hair, like a waterfall, hangs lazy and freely behind the chair. The bright candlelight in the room came from the side, making her skin look like snow, and she brings out a touching curved outline.

Since Su Rushu left the Su Mansion, it has to be said that her overall condition is getting better and better, and her poor body has also made her make up for a lot of bad things.

Su Rushu hummed a little song happily, and suddenly thought that Song Tinglan had been stinky for a day today. Could it be that she had angered her young man again?

She couldn't figure it out after thinking about it. Seeing that Song Tinglan had not moved for a long time, she continued to sleep on the floor in her room, so she had to go out and ask what was going on.

Song Tinglan just heard a movement in the room. Before he could open the door, a soft and glutinous thing hit his chest.

"Damn, I've hit me to death." Su Rushu looked at the "hard object" at the door, covering her little head that was a little confused by being hit, and couldn't help but curse.

"Who walks tm can't walk long...eyes...ah..."

When she saw clearly that the person in front of her was Song Tinglan, her scolding became less and less. Tonight, her little face was unhappy. She should be more regular, cough.

Song Tinglan stood in front of her, and her usual gentle smile finally calmed down and her face was low.

He wrapped Su Rushu's milky white silk satin coat tightly without saying a word, and his eyes became even darker, "Why don't you sleep at night and run around without clothes? What should you do if you let the bad guys target you?"

Su Rushu looked down at her milky white pajamas. She was used to wearing her underwear as modern pajamas. Moreover, the clothes were tighter than the pajamas, so she didn't know what a stinky white face was.

"Bad man? Are you talking about yourself?"

Su Rushu looked at Song Tinglan with an expression that I was wrong and would dare to do it next time.

The next second, she suddenly tightened her wrists, and then she lost weight and fell into Song Tinglan's solid arms, "I should be bad."

Su Rushu: What is the word "tiger and wolf"?

Song Tinglan helped her tighten the inner cloak, and then stuffed the person into layers of quilts regardless of it.

Su Rushu stared blankly and looked at Song Tinglan in confusion and was confused. He knew what the young man was crazy about.

Song Tinglan's eyes were curled up inside and out, and when he watched his wife wrapping her into a round and big rice dumpling, he suddenly felt pity.

He kissed Su Rushu's forehead by a silence, his voice low and hoarse, "Don't laugh like that to other men, okay, I'm better than them, just smile at me."

Su Rushu froze and saw the light shining in Song Tinglan's eyes. She wanted to reach out and touch his head by mistake. Who can resist the little puppy these days? Well, it turns out that this is the joy of raising a young man.

"Then you are still flirting with your junior sister today. You are so arrogant, right?" Su Rushu looked at him and said angrily.

"I don't like her, I just like you."

Song Tinglan stared at Su Rushu in aggrieved moment.

Since his poisonous tongue faded, Su Rushu has become more and more numb, and he has been so snatched by him. Although Song Tinglan used to be particularly tricky, today I found that he is so good and cute.

Song Tinglan nodded slightly, and his cold and distant eyes were much brighter than usual, as narrow as ink.

He spread his palms and a wooden hairpin with a handle appeared. Although it was a wooden hairpin, he could indeed see the intention of the person who made the hairpin. The edges and corners were polished smoothly and delicately. Looking closely at the shape of the hibiscus flowers clustered on the hairpin, the purple tassels on the head of the hairpin hung down, blowing in the wind, making a crisp sound.

"This is the peach wood I picked from Taohua Village and learned to polish the peach wood hairpin from the best carpenter in the town. Does Shu'er like it?"

Su Rushu was fascinated when she took out the hairpin. The hibiscus flower language is tough and beautiful. It blooms day by day, and it looks like her current state of mind: she does not remember the past and lives in the present.

"like."

Su Rushu sat in front of the dressing mirror with a wooden hairpin in her hand, and couldn't help but let Song Tinglan tie her up.

Song Tinglan curled his lips and smiled. What about Chen Qianyan and Wen Shuo, just kill him in one move. He didn't take it seriously yet. Su Rushu was the woman he liked and could not take it away.

"Then I'll go to bed, Shu'er."

Song Tinglan pulled out, took out his exclusive quilt, put it on the floor and lay it on it. Finally, he couldn't help but turn over and let his handsome face lean on his arm, looking at Su Rushu lying on the bed.

Until Su Rushu looked back unintentionally and touched his affectionate eyes, her heart trembled, and a rosy rosy rosy appeared on her fair face.

Damn, this man seems to know that he is cute.

Su Rushu didn't know how she fell asleep, but she felt like her face was about to burn, her heart beat hard, and in the end she seemed to be chanting Amitabha Buddha and the Great Compassion and Meditation Mantra before falling asleep.

...

The next morning.

Su Rushu woke up with her sleepy eyes rubbing her sleepy eyes. The bed on the floor had already been cleaned up by Song Tinglan, and she still kept her favorite sweet barley soup on the table.

Su Rushu's heart warmed up.

Zhao Dahong is very efficient in his work. He arranged the post-decoration work of Qifengju last night. Before dawn, he rushed back to Yunxiangzhai to arrange for people to visit Qifengju.

They have been staying in Liujiang Town for three or four days. After all, Yunxiangzhai’s business is also on the rise, so Su Rushu has to go back.

Because she hit it off with Chen Qianyan yesterday, the ecological restaurant business model she developed, and now her mind is full of money, she really needs to go back and sort out her ideas, because this will be her historic leap on her way to a rich woman.

Since Yunxiangzhai cannot live without people, Qifengju is undergoing second renovation, Su Rushu directly arranged for Chen Qianyan to follow them to Yunxiangzhai to get familiar with the business process of the restaurant in advance.

So, another person with a broken mouth appeared on the carriage home.

"Su Rushu, where are you living now? I heard that you and that little scholar Song are still neighbors. He doesn't like to talk much, and it's very boring, but his junior sister is indeed good-looking."

Seeing Su Rushu pretending to sleep next to her, Chen Qianyan still talked nonsense, "Hey, why don't you come to Liujiang to calm down? Isn't this much closer to your Qifengju?"

"Don't argue, if you talk nonsense, I won't help you chase Fang Yurou."

Chen Qianyan raised his eyebrows and was puzzled, and suddenly said angrily, "So what you said yesterday that I could hold the beauty back, is he saying Fang Yurou?"

"Otherwise." Su Rushu was even more angry.

He thought...

Chen Qianyan suddenly felt that his marriage was a bit too fast, so why did he regret it?

So he began to comfort himself again. Su Rushu was not as good as Miss Fang at all except making some money and cooking deliciously. She couldn't regret it if she didn't eat the best horses and didn't want to regret it!

The carriage was very narrow, and Su Rushu fell asleep in a drowsy manner as she closed her eyes and rested.

Chen Qianyan knew that Su Rushu was busy with competitions these days and probably didn't sleep well, so he simply shut up.

He felt the light and shallow breathing from the girl beside him, and looked at Su Rushu sideways, with long eyebrows and bright eyes.
Chapter completed!