Jiang Muyan didn't dare to hide it anymore and confessed honestly. "You have been calling Li Zerui in your dreams several times before. I asked Zhao Chuan to check that you are a villain in a martial arts drama. Du Yu, he played Li Zerui. I thought you were his dream girl, and I was jealous, so I treated you like that..."
At the end of the sentence, his voice became quieter and quieter, and he secretly raised his eyes to glance at her, then quickly lowered his voice again.
Embarrassed and guilty.
Song Yutang opened his mouth and closed it again.
After passing through, she did often dream about Li Zerui.
But every time, either Li Zerui wants to harm her, or she wants to harm Li Zerui.
It's all a nightmare anyway.
It turned out that he was still talking in his sleep, but happened to be overheard by Jiang Muyan.
Li Zerui This bitch has been dead for more than a thousand years, but he still tricked her invisibly.
Jiang Muyan Seeing that her expression was relaxed, he quickly took two steps forward and apologized. "Honey, I was wrong this time. From now on, I will definitely trust you and I will never mess up again..."
Song Yutang's anger that had finally been suppressed came out again. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Jiang Muyan, you bastard, you actually thought I was going to cheat on you behind your back and bought those messy things. Who do you think I am Song Yutang?"
She is a serious woman with three obediences and four virtues.
The guards in the Eastern Palace are all comparable to male models. They have been ignored by Li Zerui for so many years. Apart from winning people's hearts, she doesn't give anyone a second look.
The commander of the imperial guards wanted to be her licking dog, but she politely refused.
Although in the final palace change, the commander exerted great efforts.
But it is okay to talk about politics, but there is absolutely no messing around in the relationship between men and women.
Jiang Muyan just let her beat him, feeling extremely guilty. "Yes, yes, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
"Even if you misunderstood, you can't treat me like this. I am your wife, not your slave... Only those bastard playboys would treat their wives like this. Jiang Muyan, you bastard, you bullied me..." Song Yutang became angrier as he spoke, his nose became sore, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Jiang Muyan shrank his neck like a quail. "I thought you thought I was no good and the quality was poor... I am a man, you can say I have no money, but you can't say I am no good... I just want you to know that I am good and the quality is not bad either. I can do that or let you have children without having to go out to look for them..."
Song Yutang Seeing him like this made me even more angry, and I couldn't help but shed a tear.
She quickly raised her hand to wipe it off, picked up another pillow and threw it at it. "You still peeked at my chat history, you are really good at it. You peeked and didn't read everything. We are talking about President Zhao's ex-husband, and Zhao Qiqi's biological father was of poor quality, that's why she gave birth. He has such a brain in love... He is not good at all aspects, so President Zhao never got pregnant, and he did not give birth to Qiqi until he was almost forty years old... Are we talking about you? Just hurry up and take the seat..."
Jiang Muyan hurriedly caught the pillow and tried to explain, "The tablet was placed on the coffee table, and the message kept ringing. I was worried that there was something urgent... I really didn't want to peek at your message, so I didn't even think about scrolling up. I... I... I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..."
"You did this to me not on purpose, but on purpose. Am I still alive?" Song Yutang didn't want to hear his explanation, so he took back the pillow and hit it again.
Jiang Muyan did not dare to resist this time. He raised his hands while hiding and swore. "I will never do this again in the future, and I will definitely respect your wishes..."
"Jiang Muyan, you bastard, you bullied me..." Song Yutang's chest was still clogged, and he hit him with a pillow angrily.
One after another, he hit and cursed, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he suffered last night.
Jiang Muyan Seeing how pitifully tears were rolling in her eyes, she simply stopped hiding.
He just squatted beside the bed and let her beat him, lowering his head and saying nothing, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be punished.
After playing for three full minutes, Jiang Muyan's head was numb with shock.
He rolled his eyes and suddenly screamed, clutching his waist in pain.
Song Yutang was startled, and the pillow in his hand stopped in mid-air. "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Muyan grinned and raised his head, his face full of pain. "When I was a child, I sprained my waist while doing heavy work for the family. The doctor said that you should not catch cold and sleep in a correct posture. I have been sleeping on the sofa every day, and I sprained it again. The new injury was added to the old one... last night... it seemed to be more serious... ah..."
Song Yutang:"..."
Why does this sound so much like selling out?
He also secretly reminded her that he had been sleeping on the sofa recently.
But Song Yutang remained silent for a moment, threw the pillow aside and turned away angrily.
"Hey, it hurts... Don't worry, sleeping on the sofa is of my own free will. And this is an old injury, and it has nothing to do with the kicks you just gave me... I deserve it, I brought it upon myself..."
Song Yutang was silent again, reluctantly pushing him. "Lie down."
Before yesterday, Jiang Muyan really respected her.
Just because he saw her reluctance, he, a patient, would rather sleep on the sofa all the time.
If an old injury really breaks out because of this, she can't ignore it.
Jiang Muyan was stunned for a moment, then he lay down on the bed obediently and turned to look at her secretly.
Song Yutang hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pressed his waist, kneading it with moderate force.
Because she had to take care of vegetative patients before, she specially learned massage.
The strength is neither light nor heavy, and it is very comfortable.
Jiang Muyan lay on the pillow, humming so comfortably. "Honey, do you know how to do this?"
Song Yutang ignored him but did not stop moving his hands.
After rubbing it for a while, Jiang Muyan secretly turned to look at her.
The morning light filtered in through the gaps in the curtains and fell on her lowered eyebrows.
Her eyelashes are very long and tremble slightly like a butterfly flapping its wings.
His lips were still a little swollen and his face was a little pale, but the way he rubbed his waist seriously made him feel soft indescribably.
Jiang Muyan suddenly felt a sense of soreness in his heart.
He turned over and held her hand.
Song Yutang frowned. "What are you doing?"
Jiang Muyan held her hand tightly, with cautious expectation in his eyes. "Wife, have you forgive me?"
Song Yutang instantly became angry again. "One code means one code. Your behavior last night made me very angry, very angry."
"Then how can you forgive me?"
"I want to whip you." Song Yutang raised his hands angrily.
Jiang Muyan immediately moved his face cooperatively, with a strange sense of satisfaction in his expression. "It's all my fault, I deserve it."
"..." Song Yutang looked at his appearance, and his raised hand froze in mid-air.
I want to scold but can't, and I want to hit but can't.
She stared at his face for a few seconds, and half of the anger in her heart was inexplicably vented.
She had no choice but to turn her face away and ignore him.
Although he went too far last night, his attitude towards admitting his mistake was pretty good.
Jiang Muyan came over reluctantly, gently hugged her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Tangtang, I'm sorry."
Song Yutang didn't move or speak.
"I was the bastard yesterday." His voice was low and hoarse, and his arms tightened unconsciously. "But I'm really afraid. I'm afraid that you think I'm not good, I'm afraid that you'll find someone else, I'm afraid that you won't want me anymore..."