She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

"Those are all trivial matters. I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would have random thoughts." He explained, "And I was just perfunctory at the time. I didn't really want to help her."

"That's right, that's right. The things you hide are all small things, and the things I don't tell you are big things, right?"

"If you talk like this, we won't be able to continue talking."

Qiao Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and whispered, "Rare."

"I heard it." Han Zheng said.

"I'm afraid you heard me?"

Qiao Zhenzhen simply restored her original volume.

Han Zheng couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently tugged on the back collar of her cloak, strangling Qiao Zhenzhen's neck and staggering back slightly.

"What are you doing!" She was angry and couldn't help but slap her. She pushed Han Zheng to take a small step away and let go of his hand.

Naturally, Han Zheng would not be angry. Instead, he said with a smile, "Who told you to speak so irritatingly?"

People who have learned martial arts are different, not to mention that his fiancée is extremely strong and is becoming more and more difficult to mess with.

"I'll take action if you can't tell me, but what does a gentleman do?"

Qiao Zhenzhen straightened her collar. Han Zheng didn't look like a stable prince, like a primary school student who loved to play pranks.

"This is not the first time. He pinched my face before," she looked up and down, and commented in a strange way, "I usually look serious, but I didn't expect him to be a prude."

Han Zheng put his fist against his mouth and coughed lightly, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Which of my words are nonsense?" Qiao Zhenzhen glared at him, "We are not married yet, so watch your hands and feet."

"I know." Han Zheng smiled.

"Don't laugh, be serious."

Han Zheng cleared his throat again, "I understand."

Qiao Zhenzhen nodded with satisfaction, brought the topic back and said, "I won't tell you, so there is a reason why I won't tell you."

"Oh? Tell me."

Qiao Zhenzhen crossed her hands neatly in front of her lower abdomen, as if giving a report, very seriously, "First of all, studying medicine is my own business. Whether I do it or not does not matter to me. You need to be specifically informed.”

Han Zheng felt very uncomfortable when he said this, as if he had no weight in her life.

It clearly feels like they are no longer as distant as they were at the beginning.

"Besides, you don't know that I am proficient in medical skills, which is a good thing for you and me."

"Why?"

"Why?" Qiao Zhenzhen looked at him sideways, "What do you think?"

Han Zheng was helpless: "How would I know what you are thinking."

With her weird brain circuitry, the answer must not be something he could think of.

Qiao Zhenzhen smiled, "It was just a coincidence that I became a disciple of the miracle doctor. It seemed good on the surface, but for me, it actually did more harm than good. If the news that this miracle doctor is the only successor is revealed, let's ignore the things that will follow one after another. Not to mention all kinds of patients, what if... your concubine has a heartache today, a headache tomorrow, a stomachache the day after tomorrow, or even worse, someone has a miscarriage or is poisoned, will she end up suspecting me? After all, , I am proficient in medical skills, and you also know that since ancient times, medicine has always been indistinguishable from poison."

Han Zheng was stunned and couldn't help but stop.

Qiao Zhenzhen took two more steps forward, only to realize that he hadn't followed. She turned sideways, looked at him, and asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"

Her voice sounded a little cold.

The slight flames of excitement in her heart just now have been extinguished by the scenes she may face in the future, and she returns to the calmest and rational Qiao Zhenzhen.

Han Zheng looked at her steadily. Did she think so?

"I……"

"You want to say you don't know how, right?" Qiao Zhenzhen interrupted what he wanted to say.

"No." Han Zheng said, "I want to say that I feel a little powerless to deal with you alone."

This unexpected statement made Qiao Zhenzhen obviously stunned for a moment.

"Weak-hearted" is a bad word. They are not married yet. It is like saying that she is some kind of woman with insatiable desires. She wants to squeeze him dry even if he pays her public food.

Regardless of whether he was saying that in a subtle way, it sounded like it.

Qiao Zhenzhen's heart beat faster again, the blood flowing all over her body accelerated, and her whole body felt warm inexplicably.

Fortunately, it was not daytime, and under the candlelight, her blushing face was not so obvious.

"What do you mean?" Her tone became a little aggressive.

"It means...I haven't thought about taking concubines for the time being." Han Zheng said bluntly.

Qiao Zhenzhen looked at him for a few seconds, then turned her head to the side and said, "Do you think I will believe it?" She was not a real fifteen-year-old girl who had just begun to fall in love. She would believe a man who just said some coaxing words.

"Why don't you believe it?" Han Zheng felt that he was not the kind of person who doesn't mean what he says.

Moreover, if he wants a woman, it is not difficult. Whether she marries him or not, it can be said that they are two completely unrelated things.

Qiao Zhenzhen snorted: "A man's mouth is a liar."

Han Zheng was not choked and retorted: "Do you also say that about your father at home?"

Qiao Zhenzhen turned her head back to look at him, "What are you asking about my father? There are few men in the world who can be like my father. He never promises anything to my mother, he just does it. Look at other men. , not to mention high-ranking officials, but ordinary people, after having some money, what a man wants most is to marry a second wife first. "

She opened her small mouth like a volley of cannons, "And you also said that you just haven't considered taking concubines for the time being. Who knows how long it will take for you to start thinking about it? Don't say that a woman will fall out like a Look at the book and see how much better a man can be.”

Han Zheng wanted to refute, but he could only talk now, which was not convincing in the eyes of the other party who valued "doing" more.

"Do you need me to write you a letter of guarantee before you can believe it?"

Qiao Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows, "Guarantee letter? This is what you said, I didn't force you to write it -"

"Yes, I said so."

Since Han Zheng has spoken out, he will not regret it. Since the other party is worried about this, he will provide sufficient protection within the scope of what he can do.

Many of the things Qiao Zhenzhen said may sound like she is jealous at first, but they are actually hidden dangers that she has considered in the future. If she does not explain them in advance now, it will be too late to distinguish them later. Later.

The two entered the courtyard, and Qiao Zhenzhen led him to her small study.

The small study room is exquisitely decorated, and it looks like the study room of my daughter's home.

Qiao Zhenzhen asked him to sit down at the table and lit all the candlesticks in the room.

Ten Wan was too cold before and didn't go to the front to eat with her. Now that the people were coming back, they hurriedly squeezed over to join in the fun, jumped on Han Zheng, put a plate on his lap, and asked Qiao Zhenzhen, "What are you two doing?"

Qiao Zhenzhen ignored Ten Thousand and continued to talk to Han Zheng: "After it is written, it must be handed over to my father for safekeeping. Don't think it is just child's play and has no legal effect."

"This……"