Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 136

Chapter 136 The Fool’s Happy Bride 11

In fact, Xie Rong has experienced so many worlds, and he has been able to control the hatred in his heart very well.

Sometimes he takes too much pleasure in torturing the protagonist, and he begins to miss the obedient puppy he used to be, and his anger softens little by little.

But how could he not hate it, how could he be willing to do so, how could he feel sorry for himself who had been so humiliated in the past!

The temporary hatred is like overwhelming, a hundred times stronger than before.

Xie Rong pushed away the servant who came to help him and stood up unsteadily.

There was a lot of thunder in the summer night, and it suddenly exploded in the courtyard, illuminating his pale little face.

The strong wind mixed with rain poured in through the doors and windows, tousling his long black hair and covering his face.

“Old…wife?” As soon as the fool approached, Xie Rong stabbed the dagger in his hand into Lu Chuan’s chest amidst everyone’s screams.

The blood splashed on his eyebrows, like red plum blossoms blooming.

“Why wasn’t you the one who drowned in the water? Why wasn’t you the one who had his hands and heads cut off?” Xie Rong’s eyes were gloomy, and he met the fool’s stupid eyes, “You are a fool, what else do you have to live for?!”

When Zhao Tongguang arrived, their wife, who had always been pretty and delicate, was sitting on the man’s waist, strangling the man’s neck with both hands, muttering to herself. There was a dagger stuck in the man’s chest, and he looked uncertain about his life or death.

“Pull your wife away yet!” Zhao Tongguang walked over, felt Lu Chuan’s breath, and calmly breathed a sigh of relief, “Go and call the doctor.”

The servant hurried away.

Zhao Tongguang looked around at the remaining servants in the room and said, “What happened tonight is just a joke between the wife and husband. Please go down.”

Only Zhao Tongguang, Xie Rong, and Lu Chuan, who seemed to be unconscious, were left in the room.

Zhao Tongguang leaned over, picked up Xie Rong, and walked to the bed.

The person in his arms was as light as a feather resting lightly on his arms.

“Zhao Tongguang.”

Zhao Tongguang paused and lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms.

The heavy rain poured down outside the house, and thousands of water drops hit people’s hearts randomly, creating a mess.

Xie Rong’s smooth face was illuminated by soft downy hair in the weak candlelight. His heterochromatic pupils slowly rotated like a puppet until they met his eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly raised.

“Do you like me?”

Another thunder crashed down, and the candlelight in the room swayed and suddenly went out.

Zhao Tongguang put him on the bed, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the blood from his face.

“Help me think of a way to kill him without anyone noticing,” Xie Rong took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his neck, raised his head, and kissed the man’s cleanly shaved chin. The night covered all the malice and resentment in his eyes, and he could only exhale like a blue, “I’ll be with you.”

The man still had that wooden look, completely indifferent, and even his tone was light:

“Madam, I don’t want to die so early.”

Xie Rong’s kiss went from the man’s chin down to the protruding Adam’s apple, “Why, do you think this house is haunted? Or…are you afraid that something will happen in the future and you will be soaked in a pig cage? There is only one fool left in the Lu family. Maybe tomorrow the city gate of Lizhou will be broken down and foreigners will come in. Who will care so much?”

Xie Rong leaned in the man’s arms, his eyes gradually blurred.

He has long been nourished and matured by a fool. As long as a man is willing to kneel down and lick it, he will slowly open his legs.

Zhao Tongguang said nothing.

Xie Rong sneered in his heart, even a little bored, these cheap men love to show off!Of course he didn’t think Zhao Tongguang liked him, let alone Zhao Tongguang, even he felt disgusted when he said it.But that’s how men behave when they commit lowly acts. If he doesn’t feel happy, these people can’t even think about being clean.

He took Zhao Tongguang’s hand, groped in the darkness, led the man’s hand to lift the loose hem of his pajamas, and pressed the hot palm on his waist.

The hand on his waist suddenly squeezed hard, and Xie Rong screamed softly, leaning softly on Zhao Tongguang’s arm.

“Does my wife like me like this, or does she hate him and want to take revenge on him?”

Xie Rong pursed his lips gloomily and slapped Zhao Tongguang, “Get out.”

Zhao Tongguang tilted his head, turned his face back as usual, turned around and walked out of the house.

After a while, the servant led Zhao Wenhong in.

The dagger stuck in Lu Chuan’s chest was exactly one centimeter away from his heart, which was a good fortune teller.

Zhao Wenhong did not move Lu Chuan immediately, but squatted on the ground to treat the wound.

Half an hour later.

Zhao Wenhong stood up and moved with the servant to the imperial concubine’s couch where Xie Rong usually sat.

He wrote two more prescriptions for recovery and gave them to the servant, then turned and looked at the bed.

The slender figure sat beside the bed, leaning on the bed frame with his head tilted like a boneless figure. His black hair was winding down, and he had a small, plain face. His eyes were staring straight at Zhao Wenhong.

Zhao Wenhong looked gentle, walked over and pinched his wrist, which seemed to break with just a break, to feel his pulse.

“Are you having a nightmare?” He asked gently, with the patience of a doctor asking a patient about his condition.

Xie Rong withdrew his wrist and said coldly: “Do you still have to ask?”

“I just wrote two prescriptions, one for Mr. Lu’s recovery and one for you,” Zhao Wenhong lowered his eyes and glanced at his bare feet.

The snow-white toes were gray and stained with blood.

Zhao Wenhong lowered his head and was about to search for a handkerchief on his body when Xie Rong threw one out of his hand and put it into his arms.

It was the one that Zhao Tongguang had just missed.

Zhao Wenhong picked up the handkerchief and looked at it. There was no pattern on it. It was barely dyed with a faint fragrance, “This doesn’t seem to be my wife’s handkerchief.”

“Of course, I won’t use such cheap stuff,” Xie Rong looked down at him and suddenly smiled, “Your brother left it behind.”

“He was in my bed just now.”

Zhao Wenhong sighed helplessly: “Madam, I have no brother.”

Xie Rong smiled coldly again, looking arrogant as if I didn’t care what I said.

The servant thoughtfully poured a basin of hot water and glanced timidly at Xie Rong, “Madam, your feet are ashes and you need to wipe them.”

“I’ll do it,” Zhao Wenhong took the towel from the servant’s hand very naturally.

“Did you learn these things about serving people when you were abroad?” Xie Rong raised his toes a little so that the man could wipe them more cleanly.

Zhao Wenhong had been accustomed to tolerate his bad temper since he was a child, and he just smiled when he heard him say this.

“When will he wake up?” Xie Rong asked.

Zhao Wenhong said: “The knife in the chest was unprepared. I’m afraid it will take a while.”

Xie Rong turned around and said to the servant: “Throw all his things in the west wing. He will live there from now on, so as not to bother me when he recovers.”

The servant responded.

Zhao Wenhong lowered his eyes and wiped his other foot.

…

Early the next morning, Zhao Tongguang came in with a stack of ledgers to check this month’s accounts with him, as if nothing happened last night.

Xie Rong didn’t insist on having an affair with him, he just pretended that he didn’t exist.

He bit the penholder and rolled his eyes again and again. Lizhou was so big that he couldn’t believe that he couldn’t find a man who dared to have an affair with him.