MTL - The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A-Chapter 63

The New Year's capital just ushered in a lively time, lanterns were hung everywhere, couplets were posted, and some people even posted the word blessing on the old trees outside the courtyard.

Song Boxue followed Gao Zhilan to the Hou Mansion. She was in this prosperous imperial city, but she had no intention of watching.

Jiang Zhifu and Jiang Fanyin temporarily lived in the other courtyard of Houfu.

Jiang Fanyin looked at the courtyard door with emotion when she heard the sound of horse hooves, the servant opened the door, and a familiar figure led Ma standing outside the courtyard door.

Song Boxue handed over the horse to the servant and strode into the yard: "Sister Jiang-"

Jiang Fanyin raised her lips and smiled, trying to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

During the silence, Song Boxue had walked up to her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

"Sister Jiang, I'm back."

She raised her hand and rubbed the corner of her eyes, taking away the slight dampness.

Just come back.

Song Boxue hugged Jiang Fanyin hard, then looked straight at her abdomen: "Is the child okay?"

Jiang Fanyin frowned slightly and remained silent for a long time.

Although I have made a lot of psychological preparations, it is still difficult to understand, is it really their child?

"Sister Jiang?"

Jiang Fanyin opened his mouth in a low voice: "Tell me the truth, did you deliberately coax me?"

They are all women, how is that possible?

Song Boxue hesitated for a while, thinking of coming through, thinking of his physique, thinking of the glands behind the ears, thinking of the permanent mark.

If you don't tell the truth, it may be difficult to explain this matter.

But if it is shown that she is from another world, what if Jiang Fanyin's mind changes?

Song Boxue tried her best to sort out her thoughts and said, "Let's go back to the room and talk."

The two returned to the room holding hands, Song Boxue thought for a while, and took Jiang Fanyin's hand to sit by the bed together, embracing lightly.

It just happened to have the same name and surname as hers, and they had a similar face and body."

"What did you say?"

Jiang Fanyin was stunned for a moment, then questioned: "If you weren't Song Boxue, how could Aunt Song not recognize it?"

This is unreasonable, no matter how similar it is, it cannot be exactly the same, and the people around you can more or less detect the difference.

Song Boxue rubbed her eyebrows, and she couldn't figure it out: "I don't know what's going on, I'm not from Baiyue, but I'm exactly the same as your fiance, height, appearance, voice And the name, like a mold carved out, without the slightest difference."

Jiang Fanyin stared at Song Boxue's eyes, her eyes were clean and calm, not like she was lying.

She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and tried to remain calm: "When did you replace her, when did you replace my fiance."

Song Boxue's wrists trembled, and she unconsciously tightened her arms: "You were tied to the bed that night, I came back and loosened it for you. That was the first time I saw you."

Jiang Fanyin's eyes stopped, it was that night, it was not her illusion, her impression of Song Boxue seemed to be from that night, when this person said, "Don't be afraid, I will immediately You untie" begins.

"What's the matter with the child?" Jiang Fanyin asked softly, with a hint of expectation hidden in her indifferent tone.

Is it really their child? Can it really be their child?

Song Boxue took a breath and nodded vigorously: "It's ours. In my world, two women can also have children. Look at me and touch it with your hand."

She held Jiang Fanyin's finger and put it behind her ear.

There is a small patch of skin that is pinkish, with fingers on it, you can feel the rapid and powerful beating, faster than the heartbeat.

Song Boxue lowered her head slightly, exposing her glands, fully showing Jiang Fanyin the weakness of Alpha.

Jiang Fanyin felt the beating under his fingers, and unconsciously touched the back of his ear with the other hand, which was obviously different.

"Is it because of this?"

Jiang Fanyin's fingertips trembled slightly and rubbed lightly.

Song Boxue took a breath and held Jiang Fanyin's hand: "This is..."

She warmly explained what a mark is and what a pheromone is.

After listening to Jiang Fanyin, her eyes were dull for a moment, and she murmured, "Then what should we do, you are not my fiancé, what should I do, what should my child do?"

The morning sun was still cold, but the light was bright enough to illuminate the room clearly through the screen window.

Jiang Fanyin looked at Song Boxue's expression, her heartbeat almost stopped.

She longed for an answer, an answer she wanted.

She didn't care where Song Boxue came from, she just hoped that the person in front of her had the same mind as hers.

The same desire.

Song Boxue clenched Jiang Fanyin's hand, raised her eyes and chuckled, her eyes were clear and bright: "Of course we want to get married, although I am not your fiance, but I am sure that I love you more than this Everyone in the world, I want to marry you, grow up with you, grow old with you, and grow old with you, day by day, year after year, never parting."

Good, they have the same desire.

Desire to participate in each other's life, desire to accompany and have each other...

The sunlight in the room seemed to soften a lot. They embraced each other comfortably and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment. The silence is better than a thousand words.

Until Jiang Zhifu knocked on the door, the two separated, looked at each other and smiled, tacit understanding and sweetness.

The moment Jiang Zhifu entered the door, his eyebrows were raised.

It's time to wait for this kid.

"You still know how to find Yinyin, hum, what do you say about this marriage."

Jiang Zhifu said hard words, but he didn't know what to do. Song's attitude was very clear, that is, everything depends on Song Boxue's meaning.

He remembered Song's initial attitude, and his mood suddenly became uneasy.

If this kid becomes arrogant because his daughter is pregnant, he will not want this official hat, and he will break this kid's legs.

Looking at Jiang Zhifu's sullen face, Song Boxue said in a sincere tone: "I listen to Sister Jiang, and everything listens to her."

Speaking, Song Boxue couldn't help looking at Jiang Fanyin, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Jiang Fanyin glanced at her angrily, and said, "Daughters listen to daddy."

Jiang Zhifu took a breath and felt inexplicably stuffy in his heart. He originally wanted to find Song Boxue to vent his anger, but the breath was completely blocked in his heart, and he couldn't spit it out. This kid is too unsatisfactory.

He glared at Song Boxue and said dissatisfiedly, "It's you, a manly man, you should make up your own mind about everything, and listen to women's words all day long."

Song Boxue frowned, just as she was about to refute, Jiang Fanyin grabbed her sleeve.

Jiang Fanyin looked at Jiang Zhifu lightly, Jiang Zhifu's complexion suddenly turned pale, and he added: "Yinyin, Daddy didn't mean that, I just..."

Just because Song Boxue is not pleasing to the eye and deliberately find fault, who will let this boy mess around without waiting for marriage.

She knew that Song's attitude was a little cold at the beginning, and even now it is a bit unsatisfactory. In her father's eyes, Song's behavior is disrespectful, inappropriate, and even excessive of.

But in Song shi's eyes, why not, knowing that they are all women, how can they easily accept other people's children.

Moreover, from the current situation, it is definitely not suitable to tell the truth to Song.

Jiang Fanyin glanced at Song Boxue, the culprit. These days, the Song family has done her best to her, and it is rare to be able to do this.

As a family gets along with each other, they must learn to be tolerant.

If Daddy was always holding on to Song Boxue and getting angry, Song's mother would not be happy.

So if there is a problem, it is better to solve it as soon as possible, so as not to re-emerge in the future.

Jiang Zhifu looked at Jiang Fanyin's expression and saw his daughter's intention. He glared at Song Boxue and waved his hand: "Forget it, children have their own blessings, so I won't mention it. If you dare to treat Yinyin badly after marriage, this old man will never forgive you..."

"Daddy---" Jiang Fanyin softly interrupted Jiang Zhifu's half-hearted words.

Jiang Zhifu paused for a moment, and then continued: "I'm so tight after I get married, hey, what can I do in the future, if this kid treats you badly, I will…"

"Daddy--"

In the middle of his cruel words, he was interrupted again by a sweet voice, Jiang Zhifu's face couldn't hold back at all, he smiled bitterly and walked away.

Watching Jiang Zhifu walk away, Song Boxue put his arms around Jiang Fanyin's waist and said softly, "Sister Jiang, can you call my name in the same tone that you called Uncle Jiang just now?"

Soft and glutinous, tender and angry, the hearts of those who listened were numb.

"When?" Jiang Fanyin didn't understand.

Song Boxue sucked on her earlobe and said hoarsely, "When quenching your thirst, you don't need to call your name. You can call me husband or my wife."

"Sister Jiang, we don't seem to have a bridal chamber yet."

Song Boxue's voice was wronged, can she not be wronged, she restrained and restrained.

I haven't waited until the church to marry, and I'm still guarding the last line of defense. Who knows that a child will appear first.

I would have known what she restrained, and restrained to the end, it was nothing.

Jiang Fanyin blushed and lowered her eyes: "Dad discussed with Aunt Song and said that when we return to Pingchuan County, we will arrange our marriage."

Jiang Fanyin's breath stagnated, this person seems to be very keen on the things between the beds...

She hesitated for a moment, her fingers clenched and loosened, and finally refused: "No, I am pregnant now."

Song Boxue sighed and pretended to be disappointed: "Okay, then I'll wait patiently for Sister Jiang to give birth to the child, can't it be the day of the church?"

Jiang Fanyin saw her eyes full of loss, and she was confused for a while, bit her lip before whispering: "It is not suitable for the early and late pregnancy - it is not suitable for that - the middle - middle stage is about four to seven months. Only in time."

In just two sentences, she spoke with difficulty and shame, her voice almost inaudible.

"How many months is that now?"

"You - don't ask, and don't say any more..."

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