Quick Wear: Crazy beauties always plot against me

Chapter 238 Substitute Marriage: Warlord Marshal VS No.1 Actress (42)

Hearing the laughter next to his ears, Shen Yu's heart seemed to be pinched at this moment, especially when he heard Song Ci's words, it made his heart beat faster involuntarily, as if being thrown into a honey jar.

Although it was a joke, Shen Yu couldn't tell how he felt, he was so nervous and happy mixed together that even confused him.

Jin Lian didn't follow behind, looked at Song Ci's back, waved her fan, and went to play mahjong again.

When the people left, Song Ci took Shen Yu home.

In the garden under the moon

Zhou Qingying and Zhou Tairong were sitting at the viewing table outside drinking tea and chatting.

"Tai Rong, why didn't you bring your siblings here today?" Zhou Qingying slowly drank the freshly brewed beauty tea, looked at the Zhengxing flowers blooming next to her, and walked over to pick a rose that was stained with water.

Zhou Tairong smiled: "Hua'er recently went back to the Sucheng tea factory to help out, to pick tea."

"Go to his father's place to pick tea?" Zhou Qingying heard from her about Hua's background. Her family is in Sucheng and has been in the tea business for several generations.

"Recently, we all know that the war is raging and the sky is not peaceful. How can there be business in this chaotic world? What's more, it's tea. Naturally, I can't find anyone now, so I went back." Zhou Tairong pointed at the table and glanced to the side. , the smile on the corner of his lips seemed a little helpless.

Zhou Qingying also likes the girl Hua'er very much, she is gentle, gentle and honest. Since she is not here, I will not mention these things: "Look how beautiful the flowers are blooming. I am making some rose flower cakes. I saw you last time." Brother and sister like it when you bring him more back home."

"Well, she'll like it."

Zhou Tairong was pinching a rose next to it, with a few drops of dew on it. With cold white skin, the corners of his lips curled up: "It's so beautiful."

Zhou Qingying didn't know what he was talking about, looked at the beautiful flowers blooming next to her, and smiled: "It's really beautiful."

Seeing the man leave, Zhou Tairong narrowed his eyes and patted his clothes, and said, "I'll go first, big sister."

Zhou Qingying waved her hand, the silk handkerchief in her hand was shaking in the wind, she put the long nails she had just made on the rose, she got close to smell it, and then said: "Let's go."

But when he looked up again, he had already disappeared, Zhou Qingying was still a little angry.

"You son of a bitch runs so fast."

Zhou Tairong took a shortcut around the courtyard wall at the back, stood on the path before Song Ci went back, deliberately walked forward, pretended to meet him by chance, and pretended to say "Ouch".

Song Ci's gaze instantly followed the voice and landed on Zhou Tairong.

"Zhou Tairong?"

Zhou Tairong walked over with a smile, "Huh? So it's Song Ci. Who did I think it was just now? No wonder it looks so familiar."

Song Ci didn't listen to him and walked forward.

Zhou Tairong blocked him and refused to let him go forward. Seeing the cold expression on Song Ci's face, he smiled twice and gave way obediently. However, Zhou Tairong was Zhou Tairong, and he would not be safe even if he was walking on the road.

"Ah, who is the person Xiaoci is holding in her arms? It's so precious that it's so tightly blocked that no one can see it."

Song Ci listened to Zhou Tairong's smiling and playful words, the coldness in his eyes solidified, "Of course I can't let you see my people, who knows what bad idea you are hiding."

Zhou Tairong showed a heartbroken face: "It turns out that I am such a person in your heart..."

Now it's as if the victim was him.

Song Ci told him to get out of the way, "Make way, don't follow me."

Will Zhou Tairong, a dead-skinned bastard like this, be obedient?Naturally, it was impossible, and he raised his hand to peel off the corner of the coat that was tightly held by another white, slender, long, bony finger.

Shen Yu knew that the person outside was Zhou Tairong or Zhou Qingying's younger brother, so she was naturally more worried.

Zhou Qingying didn't get along with her, and anyone who wasn't a fool in the entire Song family could see it.

What's more, Zhou Tairong is her own younger brother, so naturally he helped her. If Zhou Qingying found out that he was with Song Ci and was still being carried back by Song Ci, maybe he would create some random rumors again.

Shen Yu's grip on the hem of the clothes was tight, her breathing was a little short, and she was lucky to be surrounded by Song Ci's cool and peculiar smell so that she would not be so flustered.

Song Ci dodged Zhou Tairong's outstretched hand, and even kicked his calf with a stern voice: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Tairong felt aggrieved: "I just want to see who this person is. I'm so curious. I wonder who is so honorable to be hugged by the young master."

Zhou Tairong laughed after finishing speaking, "I thought I had this blessing."

Song Ci sneered, "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Tairong already felt that he was wandering in the dangerous range, so he stopped decisively, but in the next sentence, he squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Is this person Shen Yu?"

Shen Yu's heart skipped a beat when he heard these words, his body stiffened.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

(End of this chapter)