Chapter 373

Thirty second dragon scale (7)

Duan Jin didn't dare to speak at will now, because he felt that no matter what he said, she was easily angry and unhappy when she heard it. It was like now he didn't understand what Linglong wanted him to explain. For a long time, he tried and carefully said, "that was a long time ago..."

Linglong looked at him silently.

Looking at her like this, Duan Jin really didn't know what he had to say to satisfy her. He hesitated for a long time and said, "I... Send someone to get the wood carving back?"

Exquisite.

She stood up and put her hands on her hips: "what do you mean? Do you want to have a private meeting with your sweetheart by asking for wood carving? I tell you, it's impossible for you to die early! Don't even think about me! "

Duan Jin thought he'd better stop talking! He reached out to take the fragrant wood and got up to go. This was his usual style, but when he came to the door, he suddenly remembered something. Looking back, his wife stared at him with big eyes and forked waist. This shape can be said to be quite indecent, but Duan Jin strangely felt a little cute. He explained: "I'll make wood carvings in my study."

But she still stood staring at him. Duan Jin nervously licked his lips and said tentatively, "why don't you... Come to supervise the work?"

"I don't want it, but since you sincerely beg me, I'll try my best to go."

Duan Jin immediately didn't understand whether she really wanted to go or not. If she really wanted to go, why did she refuse? If it's a refusal, why go? He was full of questions and didn't dare to ask, so he had to honestly walk ahead and lead the way. As a result, Linglong grabbed her sleeve without taking two steps. Turning his head, he saw that her white porcelain like face was full of discontent: "you are so much taller than me and your legs are longer than me. You can top me several steps at a time. How can I chase you if you walk so fast? Or do you just don't want to take me? The invitation just now is a false polite remark? "

"It's true."

Linglong was satisfied with his hasty remedy. She simply continued to cheat and stretched out her hands directly. Duan Jin couldn't understand her meaning, so she raised her eyebrows slightly to express her doubts. Linglong stamped her feet and said impatiently, "I want you to carry me!"

This is really too close for Duan Jin to accept. His face showed a look of rejection. Because of his introverted temperament, he would never do anything damaging to his identity in front of people. Now there are many servants in the daytime, and he can't do it at all.

Just when he thought his wife would be angry, she burst into tears.

Different from the hysterical weeping on weekdays, the beautiful eyes were quickly filled with tears. They looked pitiful and wronged. However, the tears refused to fall down, so they revolved in their eyes. I'm afraid the gods could not help feeling pity when they saw them. Duan Jin was really afraid of her tears. His heart was sour and astringent. He said, "don't cry, OK?"

Linglong sucked her nose, "I won't cry if you carry it."

Duan Jin sighed: "Madam..."

"Do you carry it?"

Seeing that the crystal clear tears were about to fall down, Duan Jin's mind was hot: "back."

Then he saw what his wife's face changing stunt was. She blinked her tears almost instantly and waved to him excitedly: "you squat down, squat down."

Having promised, Duan Jin squatted down in silence. Linglong jumped on his back happily and put his hands around his neck, "let's go!"

The smile was naive and lovely. Duan Jin could not see her expression, but could hear her full of happy laughter. Her face was almost lost. There were servants waiting in the yard. Just ask them to take care of their mouths. The plan for now is to go to the study quickly so that she won't have trouble again.

Pass the fragrant wood to her, "take it."

Linglong is very obedient now. She holds Duan Jin's neck in one hand and Xiangmu in the other. Her body is soft and light. Duan Jin is surprised when she carries her on her back - why is she so light? Light as if there was no weight. The couple had more than a year, but it was the first time they were so close. Duan Jin was disturbed by the moving fragrance lingering in his breath and couldn't speak. He only walked towards the study step by step, but he couldn't hide his thoughts.

Linglong said, "you should always carry me and hug me in the future, and I will be happy."

Duan Jin said, "listen to you."

Linglong feels Duan Jin is like a mule again. You give him a whip and take a step forward. He won't move if you don't beat him. She simply kissed him on the cheek: "really support me?"

As a result, he was kissed. Adult Duan almost threw his wife off his back! His face reddened wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally shouted, "no nonsense."

Linglong pouted: "why am i fooling around? It's nonsense when I kiss you. What are you who gave birth to a son with me? "

Duan Jin is dead and has a heart to argue with Linglong. Anyway, no matter what he says, he can't say anything about her. He took her to the study with his hot cheeks. As for the eyes of people who saw ghosts along the way, Duan Jinquan thought he was blind.

He put Linglong on the soft couch in the study and gently touched her nose with the finger of his right hand. This was the customary action to treat playful siblings when they were young. They didn't do it again when they grew up. Unexpectedly, it was repeated on Linglong today“ Don't be so frivolous in public next time. "

A kiss is called Meng Lang frivolous? Linglong blinked. Duan Jin didn't know whether she listened. Just about to repeat it, she suddenly smiled at him - it was really the melting of ice and snow. The colorful flowers bloomed all over the world in an instant. He was crazy. She held her face. This time, the kiss didn't fall on his cheek, but on his lip flap“ This is not a public place. There is no one else except you and me. Can you be so frivolous? " She said, licking her red lips, with a bit of meaning. Duan Jin didn't know what to do. His face was stiff and red. For a long time, when Linglong thought he would lose his temper and tell her a lot of strange things, he stood up straight and said calmly, "it's not an example." If you don't have the same hands and feet when you turn around and go to get the tools, your posture is quite frightening. Duan Jin hasn't touched a wood carving for several years since he served as the emperor. He is a little rusty with the carving knife in his hand. He gazed at the fragrant wood on his hand and was slightly distracted. He didn't know what he was thinking. A moment later, there was a pain on his cheek. Linglong grabbed his face and hummed a threat: "who are you thinking in front of me?" Duan Jin really didn't think of anyone. He just recalled that when he was addicted to wood carving in the past, he was pinched by her face. This is a weak woman and his wife. Naturally, he won't be angry, but he can't speak clearly: "shake away." Linglong asked, "who are you thinking?" Duan Jin shook his head to show that no one thought. He took her two small hands and said, "I'm just thinking about the past. When my father was still there, he taught me how to look." Linglong listened and tilted her head. Duan Jin was sprouted by her unconscious action. Then she squeezed into his arms and stretched out two white and tender hands: "come on, teach me with your hands." This is not a craft that doesn't spread. Duan Jin really thought Linglong was interested in learning, so he taught it very seriously. As a result, he just said a word and asked her to concentrate, so she kissed him on the chin. Duan Jin's heart galloped. He coughed and said, "look at me carefully." He meant to ask her to see the knife in his hand, but Linglong really stared at him with his watery eyes, which was different from his previous temper, tender and affectionate. Rao Shiduan Jin was also seen by such an undisguised hot line of sight. She didn't know where to put her hands and feet. She wanted to say another word to her, and she kissed her again. In a daze, Duan Jin seems to understand what it means to wear hair and hair together, what it means to add fragrance to tea, and why heroes, scholars and writers have been sad about beauty pass through the ages. She meandered in his arms like water, soft and sweet, and Duan Jin began to doubt whether he was dreaming. How did the wife become so lovely? He knew that his character was difficult to get close to. He was at a loss when he saw her tears. He had to stay away from her, but she was still wronged and crying, but he never said why she was wronged and why she cried. Duan Jin doesn't have so much time to coax her - he's not that kind of person who can coax his wife tenderly. But now his wife says frankly what she wants, likes and dislikes, and what she expects him to do - she is willing to say that Duan Jin will do it for her, as long as it is within his ability. Just like this wood carving, he didn't think about her jealous direction at all. He was vaguely fond of people, but the other party had a heart, and he wouldn't do anything to win people's love. Knowing that the engagement had been made, Duan Jin never thought about the man again. Now, he suddenly had an idea. Maybe he should not only know these in his heart, but also tell his wife. " The wood carving you said was a gift I gave her when she left Beijing. It's not worth money, it's just a heart. " Duan Jin considered his words, even if he didn't say a good word and made his wife's taboo, "if you're not happy, I'll only carve it for you in the future." Linglong looked at him in surprise. She thought he was suddenly enlightened, but when she looked at Duan Jin's expression, she knew that he was not enlightened. He really thought so, and he didn't mean to please her. She just felt that she didn't like him to make wood carvings for others, but she couldn't get back what he had sent out. She didn't like it. He would only do it for her in the future. Neither embarrassed nor wronged, he willingly promised her. The small nose smoked, and Linglong suddenly said, "you're beginning to smell." Duan Jin said, "it's the aroma on you." Linglong just smiled and didn't speak. Duan Jin circled her in his arms with this posture. The fragrant wood chips fell on the table bit by bit. His voice became more and more gentle and low. It was like telling an old story. As long as you were willing to listen, he wouldn't stop. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.