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noon the next day.

In the light, luxurious and simple spacious bedroom, in the middle of the big bed, the quilt bulged slightly.

Soon, the person under the quilt moved slightly.

Nan Shiyu woke up in a daze.

Before he even opened his eyes, the pain that was hard to ignore came rushing to his head.

She couldn't help but let out a slight "hiss".

The delicate brows were furrowed tightly.

Reluctantly, he raised his hand and pressed his sore waist. The arc between his eyebrows tightened instead of loosening.

She rubbed her waist twice, lay flat on the bed and relaxed for a while. She was about to sit up, but just halfway through, the sound of the door handle turning was heard at the door.

Nan Shiyu glanced in the direction of the door.

Almost at the same moment, the elbow subconsciously removed its strength.

Lying down again.

When Jiang Jingyu came in, he only saw the quilt on the bed fluttering a few times, and then stopped moving.

He held a tube of ointment in his hand, his eyes stopped on the bed for a few seconds, and he walked over.

The man stopped beside the bed and looked down at the girl who was pretending to sleep with her eyes closed on the bed.

Nan Shiyu wrapped herself completely in the quilt.

She didn't open her eyes, and Jiang Jingyu didn't make a sound.

It wasn't until nearly a minute later that the quilt on her body was suddenly ripped open in half.

The coolness hit me instantly.

Nan Shiyu reflexively pressed the half-opened quilt tightly. She instantly opened her eyes and glared at Jiang Jingyu.

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Jingyu looked calm and looked at her face again.

Instead of answering, he asked: "Aren't you pretending to be asleep?"

Nan Shiyu pursed her lips and said nothing, not counting the fact that her fingers were holding on to the quilt. Under his gaze, she turned slightly sideways and pressed most of the quilt with her body.

In this way, if Jiang Jingyu still wanted to pull away the quilt, he would have to push her away first.

Looking at the girl's movements, a fleeting chuckle flashed in the eyes of the man standing beside the bed.

He gestured to her the ointment in his hand, explaining his intention:

"It seemed that you were... hurt yesterday. I'll give you some medicine."

Nan Shiyu remained motionless under the quilt, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"I'll do it myself, you get out!"

He made heavy movements last night, and now there is no part of her body that is not in pain. Facing the initiator, her tone and attitude will naturally not be very good.

Jiang Jingyu looked at her for a few seconds without moving.

"Can you reach it yourself?"

Nan Shiyu choked and resisted the urge to throw a pillow at him, "You can reach it! Get out!"

After half a minute.

Jiang Jingyu handed her the ointment and left the room.

After Jiang Jingyu left, Nan Shiyu took a while to grab the ointment.

The thin quilt slowly puffed up, she pinched the ointment and sat up slightly.

She really didn't feel well, and she didn't want to run slowly to the bathroom to wash her hands.

I just took two wet wipes aside, wiped my fingers a few times, and then unscrewed the ointment.

But after more than ten minutes, the woman, who had tried many times and failed, became increasingly angry while holding the ointment, and even wanted to throw it away.

Just at this moment, Jiang Jingyu came in again.

He took a look at the situation on the bed. When Nan Shiyu wanted to roll up the quilt and lie down again, Jiang Jingyu came to her and held her back with his long arms, stopping her movement.

He sighed lowly.

Looking at the girl who was glaringly angry from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, she took the initiative to reach out to her.

"Here, I'll help you."

Nan Shiyu was in a really bad mood at the moment, and her body was in severe pain. Faced with the culprit, she endured her anger and criticism:

"Did you wash your hands?"

Nan Shiyu has never been one to swallow her anger, especially when she is in a bad mood. Don't expect her to say anything nice or angry.

Jiang Jingyu knew this, so he took the ointment from her hand and lifted the quilt.

"It's been disinfected."

He turned his head and saw that the girl maintained her initial movements. Jiang Jingyu looked at her with an angry smile:

"Are you lying down or leaning in my arms?"

After hearing this, Nan Shiyu didn't hesitate and lay down directly.

Jiang Jingyu pinched the ointment, squeezed out some, and wiped it on the injured area.

His movements were slow and unhurried.

The lowered eyebrows are also focused.

If you ignore the place he is painting at the moment, it will really give people a pleasing illusion.

Nan Shiyu tilted her head and glanced at him twice, then turned her head and looked away.

She buried her face in the quilt, her crow-feathered long eyelashes fluttering, her teeth biting the soft flesh of her lower lip, trying to numb herself to the touch without making any sound.

But I don't know if it was her imagination, but in the second half, his movements were much slower than at the beginning.

By the time I finally finished taking the medicine, more than ten minutes had passed.

After finishing, Jiang Jingyu stood up and wiped the remaining ointment on his fingers with a tissue.

……

After lunch, Nan Shiyu had not yet recovered her energy, so she quickly went to her room to catch up on her sleep.

Jiang Jingyu, on the other hand, went to the Jiang family's old residence.

In a luxurious area where every inch of land is at a premium, Black Sibel stopped at an elegant luxury villa.

After stepping through the long steps at the door, and then crossing the long black marble road beside the flat, we arrived at the hall in the center of the villa.

In the study room, Jiang Shengzhe, who was elegant and calm, sat on the leather sofa.

He seemed to have known for a long time that Jiang Jingyu was coming, and tea was already brewed on the round table in front of him.

Jiang Jingyu opened the door and walked in. He walked to Jiang Shengzhe and sat down opposite him. He frowned slightly and shouted, "Dad."

Jiang Shengzhe looked at his son, who had been working hard abroad all year round, and pushed the cup of tea in front of him.

"How is it going in the foreign market?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he asked again:

"Come back this time, do you still want to go?"

Jiang Jingyu glanced at the slightly bubbling tea in the cup and replied softly:

"All the subsidiaries over there are on the right track. They will stay in Haicheng forever and will not leave."

Hearing this, Jiang Shengzhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on his face became a little more cheerful.

"Since you're not leaving, dad will ask about what happened between you and Shi Yu."

Jiang Jingyu's eyebrows moved.

During this year, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were not completely unaware of the rumors that "the relationship between their son and his daughter-in-law was cold and they might get divorced."

In addition, Jiang Shengzhe was really afraid that the two children would get divorced due to the divorce agreement that came out at the auction venue yesterday.

"What are your plans for this marriage?"

Jiang Shengzhe looked at his son, who had a cold temperament but was extremely capable and capable, and asked, "Is this divorce real or fake?"

Jiang Jingyu pinched the edge of the tea cup and used a little force, watching the surface of the tea that had just calmed down again ripple with shallow lines.

His voice was calm, without any fluctuation or hesitation.

"Of course it's false." He said, "Our Jiang family has never had a divorce, and Shi Yu and I are no exception."

The stone hanging on Jiang Shengzhe's heart suddenly fell to the ground.

The Jiang family and the Nan family have been on good terms for many years, and the two families have a close friendship between their elders. In addition, Jiang Shengzhe also really likes Nan Shiyu, so he naturally doesn't want to lose such a good daughter-in-law.

Jiang Shengzhe took a sip of tea from the tea cup happily.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw the paralyzed face of the boy opposite him, which had never changed for thousands of years. Chairman Jiang's newly enlightened mood instantly disappeared.

He was puzzled. Neither he nor his wife were taciturn and cold-tempered, so why did they give birth to a son with facial paralysis like an iceberg?

Jiang Shengzhe heard a "snort" in his nose, and he felt panicked. He didn't want to make his son, who had no earthly aura, feel better, so he immediately retorted:

"Since we don't want a divorce, if such a nice girl from the Nan family marries you, I haven't seen how kind you are to my daughter-in-law, your father."

Jiang Jingyu rubbed the tea wall with his fingertips. Hearing this, he lightly raised his eyes and glanced at his old father who was looking for trouble again.

He didn't like him either, so he stood up with his cell phone in hand.

"My mother is probably back, I'll go downstairs to have a look."

Seeing this 'rebellious son' getting up and leaving, Father Jiang, who had just "nagged" this kid for less than a minute, felt that the depression in his heart was getting deeper.

Looking at the closed door, Chairman Jiang was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

If their Jiang family had no other heirs, the marriage contract with the Nan family would never fall on this bastard son so easily.