Top Ten Good Mothers in Quick Transmigration Chapter 215: : Dedicated mother who lacks love for the little father-in-law (13)
"My lord, there's no need." Zui Yan wanted Su Zheng to stay.
Zuiyan is the oiran in this brothel, and she has been a courtesan so far. In fact, if she doesn't want to, she can leave tonight, but Su Zheng attracted her, so she stayed. Su was her first man.
Su Zheng's expression was indifferent, he tore off the drunken smoke from his body, and left without looking back, completely lacking the enthusiasm he had before.
Su Zheng left the drunken smoke and went back to the Duke. He didn't go back to the courtyard immediately, but asked the boy to carry the water, washed it twice, and went back after making sure that he didn't have any smell on his body.
Tinglan Court is the courtyard where he and Yin Yin lived together.
In a large family, the host and hostess usually live separately, but he and Yin Yin have been accustomed to living in the same room since they got married. Except for the previous quarrel, Su Zheng went to the study to sleep, and never went to other places. courtyard.
Tonight's Tinglan Garden was extremely quiet, and the lights were turned off early.
In the past, Yin Yin would wait for him every night, but tonight he came back just because he didn't want Yin Yin to wait for a long time, but unexpectedly the lights in the house went out.
Su Zheng didn't want to disturb Yin Yin, so he pushed open the door softly and walked to the bed.
Unexpectedly, he did not see Yin Yin on the bed, the bed was cold, and there was no trace of anyone sleeping there.
Su Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt uneasy.
Where is Yin Yin?
He hurried out of the room and found the maid.
"Grandfather Bing, today the young man is suffering from cold and fever, Madam has taken care of him for a whole day, and he rested at his Yunsong Courtyard tonight."
"Young master is sick? You called the doctor, but the situation is getting better?" Su Zheng asked, and hurriedly walked towards Yunsong courtyard.
As for Su Yuanjia, his and Yin Yin's child, Su Zheng loves him very much. It's just that he has become more and more busy recently, and he spends less time on him, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't love this child.
Thinking of his eldest son who died before he was born, Su Zheng felt sour.
The servant girl told Su Zheng what happened today, and soon, Su Zheng arrived at Yunsong Courtyard.
Because of Su Yuanjia's illness, Yin Yin took Su Yuanjia to bed early.
Su Zheng stepped lightly and stepped into the room.
Moonlight poured in through the window, reflecting the mother and child, one big and one small on the bed.
In ancient times, there were different seats at the age of seven, but Su Yuanjia was only five years old, and Yin Yin did not shy away from it.
Five-year-old doll, in modern times, who is not the treasure of mother's heart.
But Su Yuanjia grew up to be a precocious little old man.
When Yin Yin proposed to sleep with him, his eyes widened and his mouth widened, as if he could stuff an egg.
The little guy sternly refused.
If Yin Yin hadn't seen the expectation hidden under his shy face, she would really have been deceived by him.
In the end, Yin Yin took the little guy to sleep.
I told him a story before going to bed.
As for Su Zheng, she had long forgotten about her.
She knew that tonight would be Su Zheng's first time looking for a woman, but she didn't stop it.
It's yours, and it will always be by your side. If it's not yours, no matter how hard you try to keep it, it will slip away. Su Zheng is exactly like this.
Five years after he became a prince, he has been blinded by desire.
Since this is the case, why did Yin Yin want to stay, even if it was for Su Yuanjia, she would not do so.
The sound of Su Zheng walking into the room was very soft, but Yin Yin heard it.
She didn't move, her eyes were still closed.
Su Zheng walked to the bedside, his tall and slender body blocked the moonlight, he reached out and touched Su Yuanjia's forehead, and heaved a sigh of relief after noticing the normal body temperature.