Marriage is not easy [Transmigration Book]

Fang Yunrui wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, without turning his head, he just looked up at the piles of grapes on the grape shelf, and said softly, "How long will you stand there?"

His voice is extremely soft, but it cannot be ignored by those who listen.

Liu Dayong looked at Fang Yunrui who was sitting under a piece of purple, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

"What's the relationship between Ling Que and you?" Liu Dayong walked slowly behind Fang Yunrui's couch, staring at the slender young man with his back turned.

Fang Yunrui's heart sank, it seemed that this matter really couldn't be hidden.Liu Quanyong's mansion is only that big, no matter how careful everyone is, they will be discovered one day.In fact, Fang Yunrui understood this kind of truth. He was not from Wen Yelan's side, but he just followed his own will and saved Ling Que despite the terrible consequences of being discovered by Liu Quanyong.

However, he has no regrets.

"Does Liu Quanyong know?" Fang Yunrui did not answer Liu Dayong's question directly, but tapped his fingers lightly.

Liu Dayong was silent for a while, and said: "He will know soon." Liu Quanyong looked like someone who never cared about the affairs of the mansion, but Liu Dayong felt that he was actually clearer than anyone else.Liu Quanyong is not a righteous person, but he has to say that he is a good hand in communicating with people.

If Liu Quanyong was really superficial, the business of the Liu family would not grow bigger and bigger, and his sister would not occupy such a place in the palace.

Fang Yunrui understood what Liu Dayong meant, and he had not been with Liu Quanyong for a short time, and he was not ignorant of Liu Quanyong.

"It seems that we will not be able to eat these grapes next year."

Fang Yunrui cut a plump grape from the plate on the table next to him, put it to his mouth and bit it lightly, and the sweet juice flowed into the tip of his tongue.He swallowed the grape in his hand, without even looking at the plate on the table, he turned around, looked ahead, and walked resolutely in front of Liu Dayong.

This year's grapes bloomed extraordinarily lushly, and a ruddy grape adorned on the branch fell to the ground with a "click" when the breeze blew by.

Holding the food to be delivered to Xiao Wu, Ling Que walked through the corridor, and when he turned the corner, he looked back to the north inexplicably.

He frowned, withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

When the two maids guarding Xiaowu's gate saw Ling Que coming, their anxious faces immediately fell, and before Ling Que passed by, they walked quickly to Ling Que.

"Mr. Ling Que, you are finally here. Xiao Wu suddenly yelled and cried in the room. As soon as our people entered, Xiao Wu hit his head against the bedpost."

"I see."

Ling Que frowned after hearing this.He handed the food in his hand to the maid next to him, and approached the door, Xiao Wu's sharp cries flowed into his ears.

Xiao Wu, does this remind you of that day?

In the past two days, except for blinking his eyes, Xiao Wu was like a person in suspended animation, dumbfounded and lifeless.

"What did you say?"

Ling Que suddenly turned his head to look at the two maids behind him, and a look of fear flashed across the faces of the maids.

"No no……"

Ling Que just stared at him intently, his eyes as indifferent as a cold pool.

One of the timid maids was pale, and her hands and feet were trembling.

"We just mentioned Liu Quanyong's name. I didn't expect that after Xiao Wu heard it, it would be like this... Mr. Ling Que, we didn't mean it, please don't tell the young master!"

"Liu Quanyong, hehe."

Ling Que didn't take another look at them, pushed the door open and walked into Xiao Wu's room.The two maids stared blankly at the door slowly closing, with no blood on their faces.

Xiao Wu stood on the floor with bare feet, and the room was in a mess. The quilt and pillows on the bed were dragged to the ground, the tea set on the table was broken, and the chairs fell to the side.Xiao Wu suddenly yelled, squatted down, and beat his head vigorously with both hands.

Ling Que's face was extremely ugly.

He walked forward quickly, grabbed Xiao Wu and beat his hand with his hand, he didn't care about Xiao Wu's trembling and madness, and directly pulled him into his arms.

"Xiao Wu!"

With a calm voice, Ling Que called Xiao Wu's name one after another.

Xiao Wu tried to break free from his confinement, but Ling Que's hand was so strong that Xiao Wu's wrist turned red when he grabbed it.

"Ah ah ah..."

Xiao Wu slammed his head against Ling Que's chest fiercely, tears streaming down his face suddenly, looking very pitiful.

"Xiao Wu..."

Ling Que just touched Xiao Wu's hair with his hand, but didn't say anything.

"Brother, save me, it hurts...it hurts..."

Xiao Wu lay on Ling Que's chest, his voice choked up, with a weeping sound.

Ling Que knew that Xiao Wu was a demon.

Ling Que coaxed Xiao Wu to sleep, and then gently closed the door behind him.

After Ling Que left, Xiao Wu slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were blank. He raised his hand and stared at his wrist intently. A faint smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Jin and Wen Yelan woke up at the same time the next day, they were very close, nose to nose, the distance between their lips seemed to be able to kiss with just a slight nod.

Wen Yelan blinked, thinking he was still in a dream.

Xiao Jin watched him close his eyes again, and burst into a "puchi" laugh.Wen Yelan reopened her eyes in panic as if thinking of something, and stared at Xiao Jin closely.

"Little Mo is here."

As if knowing what Wen Yelan would ask next, Xiao Jin smiled, sat up, lifted the quilt, and motioned Wen Yelan to look down, while Qu Mo curled up at the corner of the bed and slept soundly.

Wen Yelan's face froze, she sat up as if nothing had happened, and brushed her messy long hair.

"Get up first."

Xiao Jin backed down slightly, Wen Yelan nodded, and when he walked around Xiao Jin and wanted to get out of bed, Qu Mo, who was lying on the corner of the bed, suddenly moved his body, his eyes closed and he wriggled like a soft bug. They crawled over here, and just like that, they lay across the middle between Xiao Jin and Wen Yelan.

Wen Yelan raised her head in astonishment, and looked at each other up and down with Xiao Jin.

"hand."

Seeing Wen Yelan's blank look, a smile flashed across Xiao Jin's eyes.

Wen Yelan didn't respond for a while, and subconsciously handed her right hand to Xiao Jin's open palm.It was only when the warmth in his hands hit his heart that Wen Yelan came to his senses. He opened his narrow eyes slightly and looked at Xiao Jin, whose mouth was slightly curled up.

Xiao Jin was very satisfied with First Young Master Wen's obedience, so he gently scratched his palm with his fingers, and looked at Wen Yelan's instantly stiff body maliciously, with a deeper smile in his eyes.

"come over."

Wen Yelan looked at Xiao Jin with some doubts, Xiao Jin raised his eyebrows, and looked at Qu Mo who rolled into his arms, drooling and sleeping soundly.Wen Yelan understood, raised his left leg and stepped over to Xiao Jin's other side. Just when he was about to step over with his left foot, Qu Mo shook his hands and slowly rolled down from Xiao Jin's arms.Being teased by him like this, Wen Yelan tilted one side of his body, and his whole body lay on Xiao Jin's body.

Their noses were touching, their lips were printed together, and their eyes were facing each other.

"Well……"

Wen Yelan's long and narrow eyes widened instantly, and just as he was about to raise his head to speak, his head was held down by Xiao Jin, their lips pressed closer together, and the other's breath reached his face, itching and hot.

Xiao Jin looked at First Young Master Wen who was completely stunned with a funny face, and gently rubbed his hair with his hand covering his head.

Young Master Wen's lips...it tastes good...

Wen Yelan patted Xiao Jin's hand away, propped his body at a distance from him, stared at Xiao Jin with a little annoyance, and said, "You..."

Xiao Jin raised his eyebrows, stretched out his index finger to his lips, made a "shush" motion, and signaled him to look at Qu Mo with his eyes.Wen Yelan's gaze paused on Xiao Jin's thin lips, and then he glanced aside quickly, wiggling his buttocks as if he was half awake.

Wen Yelan was so ashamed that she had to swallow the words she wanted to say into her throat.

"puff."

Seeing Wen Yelan's cute expression, Xiao Jin smiled.Wen Yelan glared at him viciously, as if if he made a sound, he would pounce on him and bite him.

Just under the ambiguous atmosphere of the two, there was an unpleasant knock on the door.

Qu Mo was awakened by the knock on the door, rubbed his eyes in a daze and sat up, slightly opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Jin and First Young Master Wen who were hugging each other, and tilted his head.

"Daddy, are you playing kiss with your mother?"

When Wen Yelan was told this, he remembered the scene where he accidentally touched Xiao Jin's lips just now, and his face turned red instantly, which was extremely touching.

Xiao Jin narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt that it seemed a wise choice to pick Qu Mo back as his son.

Wen Yelan quickly got up from Xiao Jin's body, carried Qu Mo off the bed, and said with red ears, "I heard that Xiao Mo can dress himself, can Xiao Mo show me how to wear it?"

Qu Mo didn't know that the topic was changed by Wen Yelan, so he nodded happily, broke away from Wen Yelan's embrace, ran to the side to get his clothes, and put them on awkwardly.

Wen Yelan looked at it, nodded, took a coat from the shelf, put it on, opened the door, and let Daqing who knocked on the door come in.

Daqing's face was very ugly, watching them swallowed his saliva and said: "Young Master, it's not good, Xiao Wu..."

"Xiao Wu committed suicide!"

Xiao Jin's hand to tie Qu Mo's belt stopped for a moment, with a serious expression on his face.

Wen Yelan felt cold all over, and said in a deep voice, "What did you say?!"

Daqing lowered his head, but nodded slightly and weakly.

"Xiao Wu... is dead..."