Southerners

When Song Zhi heard a guest come in, she raised her face with a friendly but not too much smile, raised her head, and was about to speak, when she froze, Song Zhi's smile froze on her face.

Why is Meng Huan here?

come to him?

Song Zhi stared blankly at Meng Huan, but Meng Huan didn't speak, but the displeasure and irritability on his brows disappeared completely when he saw the young man in front of him, the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, feeling Song Zhilian's dazed appearance was cuter than others.

But he still remembered that he was angry, before he could smile, he quickly suppressed the corners of his raised mouth and scowled.

At this time, the other people in the shop, no matter how stupid they were, realized that something was wrong.

Among them, there was a bold one who secretly gave Song Zhi a wink: The one who came to see you?

Song Zhi ignored him, because Song Zhi was a little flustered and at a loss, the sudden surprise or fright knocked him out, and his mind was a little dazed.

"Master, you, why are you here?" After a long while, Song Zhicai asked in a whisper.

Meng Huan continued to keep a straight face, trying to show Song Zhi that he was angry, but he couldn't. Seeing Song Zhi's surprise, bewildered and cautious expression, Meng Huan knew that this person was still happy that he was back. Glad that he came to look for him, my heart jumped with joy.

Unable to restrain himself, Meng Huan turned his head to avoid Song Zhi's gaze, and gave a faint "hmm".

Zi Nuo slandered at the side: In the morning, I was in a hurry to meet people, and I would eat people every second later, but now I see people and I still put on a show, tsk tsk, man!

Originally, the look in Meng Huan's eyes was joyful, but suddenly she turned her head coldly, Song Zhi couldn't make up her mind what this man was thinking for a while, think about it, she is still a person in the shop, if she doesn't, she is afraid of Meng Huan Huan was not happy, and...against his will, he stood dawdly for a long time without responding.

Meng Huan glanced at him, pretending to be calm and said: "What are you doing standing there, why don't you come over?"

"Oh", Song Zhi agreed, put down the half-framed painting in her hand, trotted all the way, a few steps to Meng Huan's side, "Master, you are back."

Meng Huan gave another "um" and reached out to grab Song Zhi's hand. Song Zhi glanced at the others in a panic and found that everyone was still in shock and did not express any opinion on this small detail.

Meng Huan's palms are still warm and strong, the calluses on the palms are slightly rough, but they are particularly reassuring.

"Song Zilan, I'll take it away." Meng Huan briefly informed the people in the shop, took Song Zhi's hand, turned around and left the shop door.

Song Zhi wanted to thank the boss but didn't have time, so Zi Nuo took out a heavy purse from behind and handed it to the boss: "Thank you, young master, you have taken good care of Song Zilan over the past few days, thank you."

The boss was dazed by the sum of money that was poured down from his head. He didn't expect to help a poor scholar at will, and he could even help a nobleman. of."

Zeno let out a cold, disdainful snort from his nose, without even looking at him, he turned his head and walked away arrogantly.

Meng Huan's pace was not hurried, but very steady, but it was very big. It was almost difficult for Song Zhi to follow him, and Meng Huan's hand was very strong, which made Song Zhi's hand a little painful.

Meng Huan almost dragged Song Zhi into the carriage, and after Song Zhi sat firmly, Meng Huan ordered outside: "Go back to the mansion."

The coachman got the order and immediately whipped his whip: "Drive!"

Two tall, fat and strong horses pulled the carriage and ran immediately, but the speed was not fast, firstly, it was convenient for the followers outside to follow, and secondly, it was stable.

In the carriage, Song Zhi was sitting upright, sneaking glances at Meng Huan from time to time, Meng Huan seemed to be very happy, but he was not so happy, which made Song Zhi puzzled.

The frozen atmosphere made Song Zhi feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

"Master...why did you come back so soon?" Song Zhi found a topic that she thought was safe.

Unexpectedly, Meng Huan gave him a cold look after hearing this: "What did I say when I left?"

Song Zhi: ...Huh?

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me to come back? What are you running around? You have to ask me to invite you in person?"

Song Zhi slandered: I didn't ask you to come in person, even if you asked Zeno to come, wouldn't I have to go back in a hurry?

But this can only be thought about.

"I've been in this shop since the beginning of April...not running around." Song Zhi argued.

In just one or two hours, Meng Huan still didn't know what happened to Song Zhi in the past few months, but he thought, with the money he gave Song Zhi, it would not be a problem to spend these four months, why did he fall into poverty in early April? Want to come to such a shop to make a living?

But these Meng Huan will slowly find out by himself. Right now, Meng Huan put on a straight face and said, "Why are you sitting so far away? Then you don't want to see me?"

"No." Song Zhi said in a low voice.

"Then sit down." Meng Huan said.

Song Zhi hesitated for a second or two, and sat down next to Meng Huan slowly. As soon as she sat down firmly, she was pulled into his arms by Meng Huan.

Song Zhi almost jumped up in surprise.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Meng Huan whispered in his ear.

Song Zhi was so nervous that she froze into a log, but miraculously obedient, she calmed down and let Menghuan hold him.

Next to his ears was Meng Huan's steady and powerful heartbeat, beating "thump, thump" in the chest of the person in front of him.Song Zhi sniffed the familiar aura lingering around her, inexplicably feeling a little nostalgic and a little greedy.

Song Zhi slightly relaxed her tense body, rested her chin on Meng Huan's shoulder, lowered her eyes slightly, and noticed that the scar on Meng Huan's left neck had scabbed over, but it was still glaring.Song Zhi's heart twitched with distress, she closed her eyes, and wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

Sensing that the person in his arms became docile, Meng Huan tilted his head as if rewarding him, kissed his ear, and said in a breathy voice: "Did you miss me these past few months?"

want to?

miss you.

Song Zhi had a sore nose, and suddenly felt that all the bitterness in her stomach for the past four months had been settled.

"...I miss you." Meng Huan continued without paying attention to Song Zhi's silence.

"You asked me why I came back so early... Isn't it all to come back to see you?"

"When I arrived in Shangdu, I only received a reward from the saint. I didn't attend any other celebration banquets, so I hurried back on horseback."

"Who ever thought that you are so heartless, you don't stay in the mansion, you don't stay at home, let me find it easier."

So Meng Huan came here on purpose to look for him?

Song Zhi lowered her head, rubbed Meng Huan's shoulder, and said, "I'm sorry, young master."

The muffled and low voice, full of grievances, tickled Meng Huan's heart. He pinched Song Zhi's chin with his uninjured right hand, and stared closely at this face and Song Zhi's dark eyes for nearly five months. It made him think about it day and night, wishing he could fly back from Myanmar to see the person right away.

There was a smile in Meng Huan's low voice:

"What's the use of saying you're sorry? You have to take practical actions to compensate me."

Song Zhi blinked, her eyelashes fluttered like crow feathers, she didn't speak, but the meaning in her eyes was clearly saying: "How to pay?"

Meng Huan suffocated slightly, and said in his heart: "This is because you teased me first, so I can't blame me."

Meng Huan lowered his head, and put his lips on Song Zhi's. The soft and warm touch was very satisfying. Meng Huan licked it happily, then bit it again. Well, the taste was very good. The person in front of him opened his eyes wide, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he quickly closed his eyes. A thin layer of red appeared on his fair complexion at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Huan squeezed Song Zhi's waist maliciously, and after noticing the trembling of the person in his arms, he pressed the person onto the soft cushion in the carriage with a little force.

Without any effort to pry open Song Zhi's teeth, Meng Huan's experienced tongue slipped into Song Zhi's mouth, constantly seducing and teasing him.

The last time I kissed was before the expedition, on February [-]nd, and it is now the middle of July, nearly five months. But Song Zhi was reluctant to be forced by him last time, but this time it was voluntary. Obedient and obedient, and so attractive that people can't control it.

Meng Huan couldn't hold back and kissed harder.

Meng Huan's kiss was still the same, aggressive, domineering, and full of possessiveness, as if he was eagerly marking his territory, feeling the tingling pain between his lips and tongue and the increasingly difficult breathing, Song Zhi could hardly bear it anymore, With a low "um", he pushed back with little force.

Meng Huan grabbed Song Zhi's two hands and pressed them onto the carriage. Song Zhi, who was suddenly restrained, resisted a little uncomfortably, but this resistance was almost nothing to Meng Huan. He had already let Song Zhi go. With red and swollen lips, he lowered his head and licked Song Zhi's neck.Song Zhi trembled slightly, only to hear Meng Huan say softly:

"If it hadn't been in the carriage, I would have wanted you now."

"Master!" Song Zhi's eyes widened immediately, a little panicked, and she struggled fiercely.

Meng Huan's hand holding him was the injured left hand, which was still wrapped in a bandage. As soon as Song Zhi struggled hard, the wound on that hand burst open, and the warm blood soaked through the bandage, oozing out, sticking it on. Touched the skin on Song Zhi's wrist.

"Master, you are bleeding!" Song Zhi said urgently.

"Then don't move." Meng Huan seemed to have found a way to cure Song Zhi.

He found that Song Zhi seemed to care about his injury.

Sure enough, Song Zhi didn't move, but she looked at Meng Huan persistently, and said, "Master, if you're bleeding, you need to see a doctor. You should go back to your home and ask Dr. Pei to look at you and give you some medicine."

The corners of Meng Huan's lips curled up, and he smiled softly, and obediently let go of Song Zhi's hand. Song Zhi hurriedly sat down, grabbed Meng Huan's left hand to look at it, and found that the wound was not too severe, only a small wound. There was blood oozing out of it, and it just stuck to his wrist.

Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Huan looked at him with a smile, thinking that Song Zhi who was so worried about him was really cute.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Meng Huan asked abruptly.

Song Zhi: "Huh?"

"Kiss me, and I won't hurt, and I won't bleed."

Song Zhi gave him a supercilious look.

"You need Dr. Pei. Mr. Song only teaches calligraphy and painting, not medical skills."

Meng Huan: "You are more effective than any medicine."

Even though she knew it was hooligan words to tease him, Song Zhi still couldn't help but blush, but she refused to admit defeat: "Do you also treat those concubines and beauties like this?"

"Of course not," Meng Huan said, "with them, they have always been the only ones to please me, so why should I please them?"

This is true.

Song Zhi looked at Meng Huan hesitantly, and then at Meng Huan's hand. Meng Huan was about to start to sell miserably, when she saw Song Zhi holding his hand, lowering her head, and quickly dropped it on the back of Meng Huan's hand. a kiss.

The back of his hand was wrapped in bandages, and he basically didn't feel anything.

Meng Huan yelled regrets in his heart, while being elated, it seemed that Song Zhi really had him in his heart, and the weight was not low, so he immediately hugged Song Zhi into his arms and made a promiscuous kiss.

The author has something to say:

Tell me loudly whether it's sweet or not, whether it's sweet or not!When Xiaowei Meng, who is [-] characters long, comes back from offline, he will of course give out candy like crazy. See if there is a chapter name, papaya!Throw me a papaya, and repay it with Qiongju's papaya!So the recent theme is sweet sweet!