: Dad Zhao's fourth

Zhao Yunting and Ning Jinshu discussed the article in the garden for a long time, but they didn't see their lover coming.

Zhao Yunting couldn't help but guess whether his wife was tripped by something. Until an article was discussed and Ning Jinshu asked him to go to the study, Zhao Yunting finally understood that his wife was angry with him and deliberately refused to come to see him.

When did he mess with his wife?

On the way back to the Marquis' Mansion, Zhao Yunting was puzzled.

It's ridiculous. When he first came back, he was confident that he could coax the little girl around with his understanding of his wife in his previous life. However, he soon discovered that he had never known his wife in his previous life. Perhaps it should be said that his wife never gave him the chance to understand. No matter when he saw the quiet fourth girl of the Ning family, he always felt that his wife had that kind of temperament. It was not until he met again and met several times, and then contacted the performance of his precious grand woman in his previous life that Zhao Yunting suddenly realized.

The girl's house looks two different in front of her guests and close relatives and friends.

It’s like his family Cancan, who is so sensible outside, only the family members have seen her domineering temper.

The same is true for Lan Rong now. What he wants to coax the real Lan Rong, the one he wants to know but never knows about. He has to explore again how to please her. Fortunately, Lan Rong is much younger than him and is still a little girl. With the experience of coaxing her granddaughter in his previous life, Zhao Yunting did not struggle very hard.

But when Lan Rong grew up, she no longer regarded him as her brother's playmate, but treated him as someone he liked. This was the first time for her coquettish and gentle temper.

When it is sweet, she always smiles in her dreams. When it is troubled, Zhao Yunting wished she could run to her boudoir to ask clearly.

In front of such a wife, he was like a real young man, easily influenced by her.

With a random thought, the carriage stopped.

Zhao Yunting put away his mood, went back to the room to change his clothes and went to the room to have dinner with his parents.

Although Marquis Yanping raised many concubines and respected his wife quite well. His son was capable and he was just enjoying his leisure. Is the marriage? Since his wife had an arrangement and he had no good candidates, he followed his wife's intentions. When the family of three was talking after dinner, he smiled and said, "Yunting, you refused to arrange marriages for you before, on the grounds of studying. Now, Tanhua, a high school senior, has been sent to the Ministry of Revenue for a job. The future is bright, so it's time to get married, right? Your second cousin is gentle and generous. My mother and I are quite satisfied. What do you think?"

The second girl from the Zeng family looks good and has a round figure, which looks like a man.

"My second cousin is good, but I don't want to marry him." Zhao Yunting refused.

"Why don't you want to marry?" Yanpinghou smiled, "I have mentioned you a few times to kiss you, you don't want to. What kind of thing do you want to marry?"

Zhao Yunting looked at his mother, who looked equally ugly. He thought that his wife was only twelve years and had to wait at least two or three years. Instead of repeatedly having conflicts with her mother because of marriage, it would be better to resolve it quickly.

"Mother, I have something to say to my father, you can go back first." Zhao Yunting looked down at the tea and whispered.

When Zeng saw his son like this, he knew that he was going to whisper to his father. No matter what he said, her husband would tell her, so she didn't stay too much and waited curiously when she returned to the back house.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yanping Hou came back, frowning.

Zeng was anxious and sent out the two maids who were serving in the room, and came to the man and asked nervously: "What the hell is going on?"

Yanping Hou looked at his wife, sighed, and turned his head and said nothing.

Zeng became more and more anxious, chasing him over and urging him to say it quickly. Marquis of Yanping knew that he could not hide the matter, and whispered: "Yunting, Yunting said that he had physical problems and did not want to delay other girls."

Zeng was stupid. He didn't understand what her husband was saying, or he didn't want to understand. "There is a physical problem? Then ask the doctor to come and see. There are so many good doctors in the capital. If the doctor doesn't, he can hire the imperial physician in the palace..."

Yanping Hou is a man, and he understands men's thoughts better. He sighed helplessly: "Yunting doesn't want people to know, so don't work hard. Yunting is better off. If there is any news that you are seeking a doctor and asking medicine in private, how can you continue to work in the yamen? That's so childish and forced to run away from home if you run away?"

Zeng fell to the ground in a daze, and finally understood why his son refused to be married, but...

"Then let's ignore it and let him be cured for the rest of his life?" Zeng clapped his face and started crying, "Marty, he is our only son. If you don't seek medical treatment, do you have the heart to see Yunting be alone for the rest of his life and see that the title of Zhao's family will not be inherited?"

"Stop crying."

Marquis Yanping stood up and helped his wife to the kang. The couple had a relationship. He had a difficult time with his offspring. So many concubines could not add another child. Therefore, he felt uncomfortable when he learned that such a thing happened to his legitimate son, and he understood his wife's despair and helplessness. "Yunting said he would find a way, but he didn't let us intervene. When he was cured, he would naturally ask us to arrange a marriage. Don't worry, Yunting was only seventeen, and he said himself that if it was still not good at his 20th birthday, please ask us to help secretly."

Her husband is rarely considerate. Zeng gradually stopped crying and calmed down slightly, and began to worry about her son again: "I'm twenty years old and there are still three years left. Yunting is not in a hurry. His second cousin can't afford to wait. It's sixteenth this year...why would you let them get married first and wait until Yunting recovers from illness before completing the family?"

His wife was foolish, and Yanping Hou was helpless and funny, "Is it obvious that he told others that Yunting is wrong? Even if his cousin doesn't tell her, Yunting himself can't overcome this hurdle. If we weren't forced to force him, he wouldn't even tell me. Besides, if... we can't implicate his second cousin. Okay, let's listen to Yunting first and make plans in three years. You must remember it. You can't mention anyone, otherwise not only will Yunting lose all his face, but his official position will be difficult to maintain."

"I know..." Zeng came from the sadness and leaned on her husband's shoulder and started crying.

When Yanping Hou thought of his son's calm but even more distressing expression, he suddenly felt that he owed them too much to their mother and son. If he cared about his son more, he might have seen something strange long ago, so he would not have to delay it until now. Forget it, spend more time with his wife in the future. His wife is only in her early thirties, and maybe she can get pregnant with another one.

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After his parents at home stopped urging him to get married, Zhao Yunting began to wonder why his wife was angry. He couldn't imagine that he hadn't seen his wife for several days. Zhao Yunting couldn't help but bribe Ning Jinshu to help him once.

Ning Jinshu and Zhao Yunting grew up together. They knew Zhao Yunting's little thoughts for a long time and knew what his silly sister was. But after all, he was his brother. After making three rules with Zhao Yunting, he would only give him a quarter of an hour. If he dared to touch him, Zhao Yunting would not expect to see his sister in the name of him in the future.

As long as he could see his wife, Zhao Yunting would agree to whatever Ning Jinshu said.

In this way, Zhao Yunting came to Ning Mansion on that day without making any statement. He hid in the study and waited for his wife quietly. Ning Lanrong didn't know that he was coming. When the maid said that Ning Jinshu asked her to go to the study and talked, she went.

Just as soon as I entered the door, I was hugged by the person hiding behind me.

Ning Lanrong was startled. Zhao Yunting was ready to cover her mouth. After Ning Lanrong calmed down, he quickly closed the door, pulled the person to the innermost row of bookshelfs, and hugged the girl with a look of indifferent expression and complained: "Lan Rong, Jin Shu only gave me a quarter of an hour to see you. Don't be angry, tell me what I did wrong?"

Ning Lanrong turned his head and ignored him.

The little girl's eyebrows were calm and cold and distant. Although her facial features had not yet fully grown, it also coincided with her wife in her memory. Zhao Yunting felt nervous and couldn't help but kiss her.

His wife is beautiful no matter how she is, but he is used to her opening up to him and doesn't want to see her like this again.

Ning Lanrong was panicked. He originally wanted to scare him, but he didn't expect the boy to kiss him all at once. Zhao Yunting had kissed her before, but he just touched her gently, which was more like teasing her. This time it was different. He pressed her tightly, strangled her waist and forced her to stick to him, and even grabbed her tongue...

The unfamiliar strong aura made her indulge in it, but the scary body changes of the boy instantly made Ning Lanrong wake up again. She vaguely guessed what it was, but she was really scared and bit him cruelly.

Zhao Yunting felt pain and realized what he had done. He buried himself on her shoulder and gasped: "I'm sorry, Lan Rong, I, I shouldn't do this. Don't be afraid, I won't be able to do it in the future." She hasn't grown up yet, so he can't hurry.

"Then, let me go." Ning Lanrong's heart was unsteady, so she tried to shrink back as much as possible, trying to stay away from him.

"Tell me first why I refuse to see me these few times." Zhao Yunting raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes, "Lan Rong, you are unhappy, just tell me directly, I will change everything, don't ignore me."

In his eyes, there was the deep affection that lasted for two lifetimes. His tone was so humble that he didn't look like a boy five years older than her. When he was staring at him and begged by his sweetheart, Ning Lanrong softened his heart, lowered his eyes aggrievedly, and listened to him: "On that day, my aunt came to visit. I heard that she wanted you to marry the second girl of the Zeng family...will you marry her?"

"I won't marry you if you don't want to marry you." Zhao Yunting raised her chin and completely enveloped the little girl in his arms. "My wife's surname is Ning Lanrong. No matter how many lifetimes or several lifetimes, she is just her. Lanrong, in my eyes, no one can compare to you, don't think about it."

Ning Lanrong felt that her face was about to burn. The boy's face was so handsome that his love words made her heart pound. She didn't dare to look at him, for fear that the secret joy in her eyes would be seen by him, so she closed her eyes and said, "Auntie doesn't seem to like me..."

Zhao Yunting smiled and said, "It's not that you don't like you, it's that you're still young. When you grow up, she will treat you as your daughter-in-law."

"Really?" Ning Lanrong was not very convinced. The Zhao family said that they were all noble families. Now Zhao Yunting is young and promising. In terms of the portal, the Ning family is not worthy of the Zhao family.

Zhao Yunting knew that his wife was not that easy to fool. He leaned into her ear and told her his plan: "I lied to my parents last night... so that my mother would not force me to get married again. When I was nineteen and fourteen, I would tell my mother that there was a girl who liked me so much that she would not dislike my health. You said, would she not like such a good daughter-in-law? Then we got engaged first, and after the engagement, I would find an opportunity to tell my mother that my illness has been cured. When you are in bed, we will be able to get through the cave. Room Flowers..."

The more I spoke, the lower the sound, the lower the heat, and the scorching breath fell on the little girl's delicate neck, making her tremble gently.

"Stop talking..." Ning Lanrong turned his head and dodged, his neck was so embarrassed that he almost turned red.

The little girl was shy, like a flower that was about to bloom. Zhao Yunting couldn't help but pressed her against the wall again, "There is still a little time, Lan Rong, you made me unable to sleep or eat for several days without reason. Should I compensate me once?"

After saying that, he did not give her the opportunity to refuse to make excuses, and he held her face and kissed her freely.

Not long after, Ning Jinshu came over on time to remind him that he had waited outside for a cup of tea with a calm face before the door opened. Seeing that Zhao Yunting was the only one who came to open the door, Ning Jinshu couldn't help but frown and raised his foot to go in and see his sister, "Where is Lan Rong?"

Zhao Yunting smiled and put his shoulder on his shoulder and walked out: "Lan Rong is reading a book, let's go to your house to play chess." He forced the person away.

In the study, Ning Lanrong leaned against the wall weakly. When the footsteps outside completely left, she quickly sorted out the wrinkled dress by the boy and ran away with a red face.

After learning a lesson, Ning Lanrong never gave Zhao Yunting a chance to lightly and frowned. She liked him, and she wasn't really angry when he touched her. But she knew that it was wrong to do that. Even if no one saw her, she could not indulge Zhao Yunting. Besides, that kind of intimacy was too shameful.

Unfortunately, she could hide for one or two years, but not for the third year. Time seemed to be approaching all of a sudden. She still remembered the bustling family during the engagement, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day of getting married again.

"Auntie, my uncle is here to pick you up." The sound of firecrackers, and a little boy in red clothes ran in and said to her excitedly.
Chapter completed!