It can't be said that it was because he was one step further away from the Liao King, so he was very happy, right?

Dou Zhao muttered in his heart, and felt a little ridiculous and cried. He simply glanced at Song Mo with a smile and replied charmingly, "You only know."

Song Mo was stunned and then burst into laughter.

When you are with Dou Zhao, something that always makes him happy will happen.

He stretched out his long arms, picked up Dou Zhao horizontally, bit her ear and said, "Let's go for dinner."

When the incident happened suddenly, Dou Zhao couldn't help but exclaimed, hurriedly hugged Song Mo's neck, and then he realized that he was being held in his arms by Song Mo.

"Put me down!" She blushed, "Why are you just making trouble before you can hold the lights yet?!"

The forced calm but unable to hide her shy look made Song Mo laugh again, and he blew heat to her neck, and said in an ambiguous tone: "If you have a light, can you make a mess?"

This guy can say anything!

The more embarrassed you are, the more interesting he will find it.

How could people outside think he was scheming and ruthless?

Dou Zhao was whispering in his heart, and Song Mo had no trouble carrying her to the banquet room.

Ganlu and others were busy placing chopsticks and plates, looking like they had seen nothing.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but sigh.

The two sat down face to face for dinner.

Song Mo looked up at Dou Zhao from time to time and moved the dishes that Dou Zhao had picked up two more chopsticks to her.

Dou Zhao felt inexplicably sweetness.

After dinner, the two sat on the big kang next to the window while drinking tea while talking.

"After you leave, I will meet Chen Jia." Dou Zhao told Song Mo about the situation at that time.

Song Mo laughed and said, "He is smart and knows how to go your way!"

Dou Zhao heard something in his words and asked, "So, Chen Jia did meet those people robbed by chance?"

Song Mo nodded, and a cold light like broken ice flashed through his eyes.

He glanced in the direction of Xixiangyuan and said in a low voice: "It's that person's hand!"

Dou Zhao was shocked and said in a lost voice: "How could it be..." As soon as he said that he felt that it was unreasonable for his words to ask well.

Who else in the world except Song Yichun would hate Song Mo so much?

Even if it was targeted, it was just Xiang Zhuang's sword dancing, aiming at Pei Gong.

But under the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues, even if father and son are killed, Song Yichun cannot be so naked! He can't bear the consequences of killing his son for no reason. Otherwise, he could have chased Song Mo with a knife, so why would he have done so many things?

But why did Song Yichun start in this way at this time?

Dou Zhao couldn't help but ponder and said, "What's wrong? It's too unreasonable for him to act like this!"

Song Mo looked cold and said in a deep voice: "The identities of the two dead soldiers have been confirmed. As for why he is like this, he is still investigating it. It is estimated that the results will be made in the next two days."

Dou Zhao looked at Song Mo's face as quiet as snowy, feeling heartache.

She would rather he have laughed and joked with him like he did just now.

That is the life that normal people live!

Dou Zhao quietly hugged Song Mo's waist and leaned against Song Mo's shoulder.

It seems that this can give Song Mo a little warmth and make him feel less lonely and cold.

Song Mo smiled and shaved Dou Zhao's nose and whispered: "What's wrong? Do you miss me? I will devote myself to my work later and I will die..."

This bastard!

Since I got married to her, I have never been serious.

Dou Zhao hit him hard.

Song Mo blinked at her, looking like "I'm right, why did you hit me?"

Dou Zhao couldn't help laughing.

The depression and sadness just now disappeared like smoke and disappeared.

Dou Zhao was slightly stunned.

Perhaps, this is Song Mo’s purpose?

Don't let yourself be sad...

She looked at Song Mo seriously.

Song Mo stared at her seriously, with an unconcealed smile in his eyes.

Dou Zhao leaned over and kissed his lips, gentle and lingering.

Song Mo responded enthusiastically to her in surprise.

But Dou Zhao did not let Song Mo succeed: "I feel a little uncomfortable, please bear it..."

Song Mo was so arrogant that he held the high spirit beneath her: "Then help me."

Dou Zhao was a human being in his two lives, and never did such a thing.

She felt that it was too presumptuous.

Song Mo hugged her and shouted "Shou Gu", his body was as hot as boiling water.

Dou Zhao buried his head in Song Mo's arms, blushed, closed his eyes, and let him do whatever he wanted.

Early the next morning, Song Mo got up happily to practice boxing, and Dou Zhao was wrapped in a quilt and didn't want to move.

Gan Ri's face reminded Dou Zhao with a blushing face: "It's already the hour of Mao."

At this time, she was already sitting in the tea room of Xixiangyuan to make needlework.

But today, she was not even in the mood to deal with Song Yichun.

"You find a clever servant to stay at the gate," Dou Zhao lazily told Ganlu, "If anyone comes to visit the Duke, let him report to me immediately. It will not be too late for us to go to the tea room of Xixiangyuan when the time comes."

Ganlu opened her mouth and said for a while: "I'm afraid that the mothers in the mansion will gossip."

If it is spread, Dou Zhao will bear the reputation of being unfilial.

Dou Zhao smiled lazily and said, "Then you spread my words to see who likes to spread rumors."

Ganlu was uneasy, but she did not dare to go against Dou Zhao's intentions, so she quickly passed the message out.

The British Duke's Mansion was in an uproar, but the undercurrents between Dou Zhao and Mrs. Song were surging. Those well-known mothers in charge and the well-minded maids all kept silent strangely.

Dou Zhao sighed: "It is better for the servants of the Duke of England to cultivate better. If this is due to our true determination, we will not be able to spit on the stars."

Ganlu, who served Dou Zhao, couldn't help but pout and said, "We are all scared to death, you still have the heart to tell jokes."

Su Xin is about to get married. In the past few years, she has devoted all her thoughts to Dou Zhao and has not bought anything. Dou Zhao asked Liao Bifeng to arrange a capable manager and asked the manager to accompany the Bei sisters to purchase dowry. Ganlu and Su Juan took over the errands of Su Xin and Su Lan and served Dou Zhao closely.

It’s a pity that these two are about to get married!

Dou Zhao sighed in his heart and ordered Ganlu to take two pairs of bedding out of his dowry.

I thought I wanted to give it to Su Xin, so I took a bed of red phoenixes that were facing the sun, and a bed of green phoenixes that were facing the phoenixes that were facing the phoenixes.

Dou Zhao said, "It's for the prince."

Ganlu opened her mouth wide.

When Song Mo came back in the evening, he saw the bedding on the kang, and was even more surprised than Ganlu. He smiled with a saliva and said, "You won't be angry like this, right?" He whispered to her again, "Who held me last night for a while and didn't let go?"

Dou Zhao thought about the beautiful scenery last night, his cheeks were dyed red little by little, but his attitude was very firm: "Or you go to sleep on the kang or go to the study."

Song Mo then curled his smile and said solemnly: "Shou Gu, tell me the truth, what's wrong with you?"

Dou Zhao didn't know if he was angry that Song Mo could do anything or that he could not refuse his temptation, so he glared at him and said, "You still ask me? How could you be so uncontrollable?"

Song Mo touched his nose awkwardly.

It’s not that he can’t control himself, he likes to watch Dou Zhao lose control under him.

However, when he thought of Dou Zhaohong's swollen flower stamens, he was always a little guilty and didn't dare to say much, so he went to the kang to rest obediently.

Dou Zhao looked at him with a soft heart, prepared tea for him personally, moved a lamp over, sat by his kang and murmured: "I'll have to rest for two days."

Song Mo took her hand: "Then you sleep with me on the kang. I promise not to touch my hands."

What's the difference between that and in bed?

Dou Zhao was angry and said, "You know you're touching your hands."

He ignored Song Mo and turned around and went straight to the bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night, but found that Song Mo had climbed onto the bed at some point and was sleeping soundly beside her.

Dou Zhao laughed.

Gently helped Song Mo tuck the corners of the quilt.
To be continued...