After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

Su An'an: You didn't say it earlier.

She sat down hurriedly, poured Shen Juncheng a cup of tea and handed it over, and asked with a smile, "Sect Master, how much is it?"

Shen Jun took over the teacup and said leisurely, "10% off at 9:00."

Su An'an: "..."

Hehehe.

Knowing that this person has a bad temperament, how could he give her such a friendly discount, she got up angrily and went to the bottom of her press box.

Seeing her like that, Shen Juncheng wanted to laugh again.

Isn't she the only quiet and gentle side?

He suppressed the smile on his lips, "Okay, I am generous, this news is for you."

Su Anan just took out a painting, and was stunned when he heard it was delivered.

She intends to pay for the paintings. Wen Daozi's paintings will be very valuable in the future, so she just has to wait.

Seeing her stunned look, Shen Juncheng's eyes softened a little, and he got up and planned to go back.

Just as he moved, the door was suddenly knocked, and Cui Yan's voice came, "Miss, who are you talking to?"

She had just boiled the water and was about to take it back to her room to take a bath. When she passed by the door of the lady, she heard a voice in the lady's room and asked.

Su An'an was inexplicably nervous. If Cuiyan found out that there was a man in the house, she would not be frightened.

She shoved the painting into Leng Mo Yan's arms and said, "Reward."

Then he hurriedly waved his hand to urge Leng Moyan to leave quickly, and responded, "No, no, Cuiyan, I was just talking to myself, thinking about what to organize tomorrow and what to bring."

"Oh," Cuiyan scratched her head outside the door, "The lady should rest early."

"Ah, you too."

Cuiyan responded and carried the bucket back to the house, but just after taking a step, she heard a thud inside the house, as if something fell to the ground, she put down the bucket again and asked back, "Miss, have you fallen? ?"

Su An'an looked at the person who was sitting evenly and deliberately kicked down the stool to make noise, her eyes reddened.

Someone owed, and also silently compared his mouth, "Sorry, this seat didn't do it on purpose."

Su Anan stomped her feet, didn't bother to argue with him, kept waving her hand to urge him to go, and then responded to Cuiyan, "No, no, I was just about to get up and turn off the lights. I accidentally bumped into the table. It's okay, you go back and rest."

As soon as the words fell, the room fell into darkness, and the candle was extinguished.

Seeing that the candle was out, Cuiyan guessed that the young lady should be going to sleep, so she said, "Then be careful."

"Um."

Cuiyan turned around again, and before she took two steps, she heard a cough.

Eh?

This cough seems to be...

Before Cuiyan could ask her question, Su Anan hurriedly coughed twice on purpose, her face flushed, suppressing the abnormality just now.

As expected, Cuiyan was instantly distracted, and she asked again, "Miss, are you coughing?"

"Well, just, suddenly my throat feels a little itchy."

Cuiyan recited again and again, then you must cover a thick quilt at night, don't be greedy for the cold, look, I have a cough.

Su Anan responded with a sound, and when she heard the sound of Cuiyan's footsteps leaving, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the culprit.

I have never seen such a boring man.

Shen Juncheng got up, okay, don't tease her, look at her anxious.

Seeing that she was finally leaving, Su Anan angrily went to open the window, intending to send him away directly.

But she forgot that he kicked a stool just now, and the candle was extinguished, her vision was obstructed, and she couldn't see it clearly. She accidentally tripped over the legs of the stool and fell straight forward.

"what……"

Su Anan secretly sighed that she was unlucky, and she was going to throw a dog and chew the mud.

But in the next second, her waist tightened, and someone suddenly hugged her.

Her back was suddenly pressed against her broad and warm chest, her waist was shackled by one hand, and an unfamiliar aura hit her. She was shocked and her eyes widened for a moment, but she didn't move.

Shen Juncheng was also stiff, just trying to pick her up, but he didn't expect to use too much force, and all of a sudden he firmly embraced the person in his arms.

It looked like he was hugging her intimately from behind.

Just a short distance away, I can feel her breathing a little short, and I can also feel her petite and slender...

Yingying has a slender waist, unbearable to hold.

For a while, he didn't move, breathing slightly.

Suddenly, the door was knocked again, and Cui Yan's hurried voice came, "Miss, Miss, what's the matter with you?"

Her room is next door, and Su Anan exclaimed just now, and Cuiyan was instantly provoked.

She knocked on the door and found that the lady's door was not locked, so she pushed it open.

As soon as I entered, I saw the young lady standing beside the table blankly with a cloak on her body. She hurried over and asked, "Miss, what's the matter with you?"

Su An'an's face was a little red, but luckily the night was hidden. She took Cuiyan's hand and said, "It's nothing. I seemed to see a mouse jumping out just now, and I screamed in fright. It's nothing, don't worry."

Cui Yan suddenly realized that it was a mouse. No wonder the young lady called out. I was afraid that she was scared. She lifted up the bench that she touched and said, "How about a slave servant to ask Li Liang to catch the mouse?"

Li Liang is not afraid of mice, he dares to pinch it with his bare hands, and he is as nimble as a monkey. He even caught one in the kitchen and baked it.

Su Anan said: "No, the mouse has run away, don't call him."

"Oh fine."

As soon as she lowered her head, she noticed that the young lady was holding a scroll of paintings, and asked curiously, "Miss, what are you doing with the paintings at night?"

"Oh, me, I was just going to hit the mouse..."

Cuiyan smiled, there was no way to beat mice with pictures, it seemed that she had just scared the young lady.

She thought to herself that she should let Li Liang take a look during the day, if there are any hidden mice, so don't scare the lady.

Cuiyan finally went back in peace this time. Su Anan calmly closed the door, closed the window, put the painting back in place, and then took off her cloak and lay on the bed.

Her face was still a little hot, she covered her face with her hands and kicked the quilt angrily.

After a while, the heat subsided a little, then she grabbed the quilt and whispered, "Bad man."

If he hadn't kicked the stool and put out the candle, how could she fall, and she wouldn't have been hugged by him if she didn't fall, so she forgot to push him away in a moment of surprise.

He didn't let go until Cuiyan came in, and softly whispered in her ear, "Let's go."

The warm breath on the side of her ear made her goosebumps instantly.

She was about to push him away immediately, but he had released her ahead of time, took a step back, and in a blink of an eye, the figure disappeared into the night in the window.

I didn't even get the painting.

Su Anan stomped her feet, feeling like she was being teased.

She murmured to herself, how can a dignified sect master be so boring and mischievous.

Cover your head too lazy to think, go to sleep.

On the roof, a man dressed in black stood. The silver-white mask looked even colder under the moonlight. He listened to the whispered curses of the people in the room, and hooked his lips silently.

After a long while, Su Anan was in the quilt, suddenly showed his head, took a few breaths, and thought of a question.

She got too close just now, and she seemed to smell a medicinal fragrance on Leng Moyan's body...