C129 Getting along well with Mingwei (1)

Fu Heng stopped laughing, he looked down at her seriously, and asked: "Why are you not happy?"

Xu Mingwei was not willing to let him know that she actually cared about him, so she quietly turned her head away, not even bothering to look at him.

Fu Heng's eyes surged with a smile, and deliberately lowered his head to smell his scent, and asked suspiciously, "What incense did you use, it stained my entire body, and the smell was strange and good."

Xu Mingwei turned her head to look at him, and said coldly, "Three taels of silver is only enough to buy a small jar of hand cream, I am not that generous as to give it to you to wipe your hands, do you think that smell is good? Buy a can for me to use, and I'll take advantage of the fact that you're the one outside. "

And then he regretted it and listened to what he had to say! To actually compare himself with those smiling people, it was truly embarrassing the face of the Lady Helan! He also regretted that he couldn't hold it in and said it in such a sour tone. So what if Fu Heng had beauties outside, if she could block one, could it be that he could block the second one, the third one? In this world, there was no reason for a man to protect a woman's body.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Xu Mingwei was not willing to let Fu Heng see it, she turned her head and was about to hide under the blanket, but Fu Heng had already wrapped his arms around her waist, regardless of how hard she tried to pull him in, and hugged him tightly. He cried out in pain, but at the same time, he was unwilling to let go.

"Hiss …" "Softer, you really want to murder your husband?" Fu Heng accidentally let him bite his shoulder, and it was so painful that he inhaled deeply into his stomach.

Xu Mingwei had calmed down, what was she doing? Didn't she say that he would follow him? However, she couldn't help but think of how Fu Heng had treated him well. In the days after the marriage, Fu Heng respected her. Not only did he treat her as his first priority, he also knew that he would not be a fool to fight for her in front of Lady Wang.

Not to mention that she was from the Wang Family, so she could only rely on him to survive in the future. From a certain perspective, Xu Mingwei's feelings towards Fu Heng were kind of like Stockholm Syndrome. His kindness to her was easily magnified to ten points in her heart. Moreover, Fu Heng was not some wretched old man. He was in his prime, with a Pan An appearance. There was no need to even mention those of the same generation as him. Even in the past 50 years, there were very few people who could match him.

It would be difficult if he had to restrain himself from having feelings for such a person.

Xu Mingwei finally recognized her emotions. Unknowingly, she had already walked so far away from her original heart. The good news was that she wasn't someone who was tangled up with him. If she liked him, then so be it. The good news was that they were now husband and wife, so there was no need to think about whether or not they should confess.

Seeing that she was no longer struggling, Fu Heng felt his heart loosen. If he had known it would turn out like this, he would not have taken off his outer robe. He should have also changed his clothes. He had thought that he had done nothing out of the ordinary, and now he dared to sleep with her in bed. How could he have known that she had a cat's nose, and that the singers invited by the Second Prince had only half-fed him two glasses of wine, leaving behind a tinge of their own. He had not noticed it himself, and had even taught her to tell him where she came from all of a sudden.

Fu Heng was a little unconcerned in his heart. It was unavoidable for a man to meet such an occasion when interacting with others outside. Furthermore, he had already told her earlier, so she definitely wouldn't touch anyone inside. It's just that she was someone who had nothing to do with him and was worth it for him to make a ruckus like this, but he had misjudged her and even said that the daughter raised by the Lady Helan shouldn't be someone who was so lovey.

For a moment, he felt elated. Any man who met a woman who could be considered to be a fan of his would inevitably have to be vain. Fu Heng was just like that.

At this moment, it was rare for Xu Mingwei to have a temper. She would punch and bite at him, but no matter how Fu Heng looked at it, she seemed cute. So even though she thought to herself that he shouldn't have encouraged her bad habits, Fu Heng still couldn't help but hug her lightly. He coaxed her happily and snickered, "Such a strong smell of vinegar, do you smell it? Whose jealousy is this? "

Xu Mingwei lazily ignored him, and only silently buried her face in his chest. She didn't even care about the smell of someone else on his collar.

"Is this little thing really that arrogant?" You and I have not been fooling around outside. If you don't believe me, I'll take off my clothes and let you have a look? " As Fu Heng said that, he reached out to tug at the belt on his waist.

Xu Mingwei pressed his hand down, and spat at him. "Who cares about you, you have a lot of face."

Although Xu Mingwei did not know what wishes he made in front of Lady Wang, she clearly heard the meaning behind Fu Heng's words, but she sneered in her heart.

After a while, all the sleepyheads had left, and there was no point lying in bed. Xu Mingwei then called Wan Rong and the others to send hot water inside the house, and pushed Fu Heng to wash himself clean.

The sun was setting. Fragments of sunlight fell on the window, as if they were golden foil falling on her hair, her brows, and the tranquility of the night, rippling with shallow sorrow.

When Fu Heng came out from the clean room, he saw a scene like this. It was as if his heart was ruthlessly hit by something, causing him to feel boundless pity. He secretly thought to himself, 'If I'm jealous, I'll be jealous.' However, his little appearance looked pitiful. In the future, it would be better for her to not hurt her heart.'

He felt that he was not a greedy person and did not have that kind of passion towards the matters in the room. Furthermore, there was already such a beauty like Xu Mingwei at home, how could someone like him, who had such an ordinary appearance, stand out in front of him.

Xu Mingwei did not know that in a blink of an eye, Fu Heng's thoughts had changed. Hearing the noise, she turned her head to look at him, naturally smiling as she asked, "It's been so short? Did you have to go to Mother's yard tonight to see her? What kind of clothes do you want to change into? "

Fu Heng sensed that something very important was missing from Xu Mingwei's body. However, he was unable to explain, so he could only reply her question in a faint voice, saying, "When we came back, we had already gone over to Mother's side to say hello. We would have eaten in the room by ourselves at night. There's no need for you to change your clothes anymore. When the time comes, you can ask Wan Rong and the others to go and get more food. "

Suddenly, he thought about Nanny Xu, who was behind him, and asked, "What soup did you make today? "I'm feeling a bit hungry in my stomach. If it's better, then I'll just bring it up."

Xu Mingwei then let Bi Tao take a look at the back, where a pot of Ginseng Stewed Chicken was simmering. Xu Mingwei and Fu Heng first scooped up a bowl and kept it for themselves, then she scooped up a bowl of peaches and sent it to the courtyard of Master Fang. The chicken that was used to make the soup was not thrown out just like that. Xu Mingwei only pulled two of her legs and arms, and rewarded the rest to Wan Rong and the others.

Fu Heng looked on curiously, and laughed: "This taste is almost done, what's there to eat? "Why do you have to waste so much effort? Why don't you let your wife cook it for you?"

Xu Mingwei said, "Drink what you have, I will eat what I have."

How could Fu Heng be willing? He snatched a leg from her hands and tasted it before saying, "Your wife's cooking is so good that even the waste from the soup is soaked in the taste. She stewed it until it was soft and even the bones can be chewed off. You still have a wing so don't take it. Hand it over now. "

Xu Mingwei had never intended to let him have two chicken legs and wings by herself in the first place, so she gave in with a bland smile. For a moment the room was quiet and beautiful, but there was the sound of a chopper.

Before going to bed at night, Xu Mingwei remembered to ask Wan Rong, "Are all the books that I brought home on the shelf? If there were any left in the box, they would have to be exposed earlier. If you don't want to catch up with the rainy season, the paper will get wet and the bug eyes will get angry. "

Wan Rong helped her comb her hair, then carefully put on the hair protection paste before replying, "There are still two boxes that there is nowhere to put. I was just about to ask grandpa, could you help me set them up in his study."

Fu Heng leaned on the bed and looked at the two master and servant, and laughed upon hearing this, "There's no need to ask me in particular, you guys can decide for yourselves if there's anything else in this courtyard."

Xu Mingwei looked at him in the copper mirror, as though she was looking in her direction. The mirror was blurry, and she was still smiling.

Fu Heng saw that she was looking at the mirror attentively and said, "Rumor has it that Xi Yang has a Glass Mirror that can look even the slightest bit better than the one we use here. "Later on, I will send someone to look into this matter and have them bring it back with them."

Xu Mingwei laughed lightly, "I am afraid it will take a lot of effort, and is not easy to transport. There's no need for me to do it myself, it's fine even if I can't see it clearly. "

Looking at Fu Heng's reflection, he thought to himself, isn't it good to be in such a blurry position? What do you want to see so clearly? And take the trouble to learn, and turn a blind eye.

Fu Heng shook his head and did not say a word, he only looked at Wan Rong quietly and carefully, as if he was holding a treasure, and rubbed the hair-protecting plaster on Xu Mingwei's head and tail. He thought to himself, So, it turns out that black silky silky silk-like hair. Furthermore, it would be quite a waste of effort to obtain it after being nourished like this. But when he saw Xu Mingwei quietly sitting in front of the mirror and dressed in only his bright and snow-white clothes, flipping over his pure and delicate wrist, smoothing his black hair and red lips, he truly agreed with him saying "beauties are like a painting".

Xu Mingwei turned around, and realised that Fu Heng had been staring at her, and couldn't help but laugh: "I thought you were studying, but used me as an entertainment, it's just a daughter's makeup, what's so pretty about it?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Heng actually nodded, and replied: "En, it is indeed beautiful."

Xu Mingwei immediately blushed.