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

Han Zheng entered and felt a warm breeze blowing in his face.

I saw the small Qiao Zhenzhen, leaning against a pile of colorful brocades, looking sick. Yi Wan was lying beside her, and seemed to be asleep.

Compared to the way we usually see her, she looks very different with her chest held high, which makes her look very endearing.

Qiao Zhenzhen put down the book and looked at Dongxiang who was standing beside her.

Dongxiang immediately brought over a pink brocade embroidered cushion and placed it at the head of the bed.

This was the second time Han Zheng entered her boudoir, and he looked much more comfortable than the first time.

But his eyes were still straight and his eyeballs didn't move around at all.

He lifted his robe and sat down with his arms and legs spread out, which was completely different from the way he sat like an elementary school student in front of Mo Qingyang.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"I just got a little cold, it's nothing serious."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Zhenzhen quickly covered her nose with a handkerchief and couldn't help sneezing.

"You still say it's not serious."

Han Zheng's tone showed his strong disapproval of her attitude of making light of her illness. He couldn't help but help her to tighten her outer clothes and took the book from her hand.

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't snatch the book back and said with a smile, "I'm really fine."

Han Zheng ignored her perfunctory words and said, "You were fine when I sent you back the day before yesterday. How come you fell ill when you got home? Was it because of the wind on the way?"

"No, I wasn't paying attention. I was leaning there reading a book at night, and the quilt wasn't covered properly. I accidentally fell asleep and caught a cold." She pointed to the kang opposite the bed.

People have Wei Qi to protect themselves. It guards the outside when we are awake and is taken into the body when we are asleep.

So if the temperature is the same, you need to cover yourself with another layer when sleeping.

"After all, he is a disciple of the miracle doctor..." Han Zheng said with a smile.

He had the same train of thought as Yi Wan. It must be said that this man and this cat get along well. Qiao Zhenzhen couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Why? The disciples of a miracle doctor can't get sick. Which law stipulates this?"

"You're still so irritable even when you're sick." Han Zheng chuckled, "Okay, I won't say anything to you."

Qiao Zhenzhen was stunned. When she was still Qiao Zhenzhen, she seldom spoke harshly to others and was always very gentle. It turned out that after being immersed in a role for too long, she gradually lost the distinction between the person and the role.

She can be so willful because she subconsciously knows that the person in front of her will indulge her.

When did she become so confident in Han Zheng?

I also can't tell whether it's because I don't care that I'm not worried about gains and losses and am not being cautious.

Many thoughts could not help but run through Qiao Zhenzhen's mind.

But, it’s not a bad thing after all.

At this moment, Yi Wan suddenly stretched his body, stretched out his limbs, opened his mouth wide, and yawned loudly, complaining in a daze, "It's so noisy, so noisy, I was worried that you didn't sleep well yesterday, and now you can't let me sleep a little longer."

Qiao Zhenzhen rubbed its fat belly and said, "Don't sleep anymore, Han Zheng is here."

Yiwan twisted a few times, turned a few circles like a wheel before getting up. He first did a standard cat stretch, then slowly swayed in front of Han Zheng, rubbing his big head against his arms, and making a coquettish "mimi" sound.

Han Zheng's smile grew wider, and he touched Yi Wan and said, "We must have woken you up by talking."

Qiao Zhenzhen sneered. She really couldn't stand the way they were acting so clingy and felt like she was being excluded.

"If you like Yiwan so much, why don't you take him home and raise him."

Yi Wan twisted his neck 180 degrees, "Is it really okay?"

Han Zheng's eyes lit up, but he quickly regained his senses, "Next year... the ten thousand will naturally come to our house."

"Heh... who can say for sure?"

Han Zheng looked at her disapprovingly.

Yi Wan screamed: "Don't be such a phoenix!"

Qiao Zhenzhen said disdainfully, "If you go to his house, you'd better be careful of that old witch."

Yi Wan raised his chin and said, "Master Wan will be afraid of her, be careful not to make me angry, otherwise I will kill her."

Han Zheng secretly observed the man and the cat, and always felt that they were communicating something that he didn't know about.

I couldn't help but ask, "What's your name, Yi Wan Chao?"

"It's just hungry. What can a cat do?" Qiao Zhenzhen said lightly.

Yi Wan couldn't help but pounce on her and used a series of meow punches, "Qiao Zhenzhen, just accuse me!"

Qiao Zhenzhen couldn't help laughing and fell on the bed, pushing Yi Wan's big head away.

The thick black hair was scattered like shiny satin, which was unusually beautiful.

Han Zheng suddenly felt his face getting hot, probably because the heating in the inner room was too warm.

He looked away, collected himself, and then turned back.

Qiao Zhenzhen laughed and laughed until she realized that she had been too presumptuous in front of Han Zheng. She quickly stood up, tightened her clothes, straightened her messy hair, cleared her throat to hide her embarrassment, and straightened her expression.

The atmosphere at this moment was awkward yet a little ambiguous.

Dongxiang was no longer in the inner room at some point, and she even stopped Xiaxiang who was about to bring tea in.

"Since I'm hungry, then..." Han Zheng was interrupted by Yi Wan's "Ahhhh" before he could finish his words. Who said I was hungry? Don't listen to what Qiao Zhenzhen said. Am I that greedy? Don't underestimate me!"

"You are free to come and see me today. Is it a day off?"

Qiao Zhenzhen changed the subject. Even if she had ten thousand, she still had to save face. She could just make a joke but knew when to stop.

Han Zheng nodded, "It's already vacation."

"Have you met my parents?"

"See you."

"My father didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"No, Master Mo is very kind."

"Then why do you get nervous when my dad is mentioned?" Qiao Zhenzhen tilted her head slightly, with an expression that showed she was enjoying a good show.

"...I'm not nervous." Han Zheng pursed his lips.

"My father doesn't eat people. With your physique, you can beat thirty of my fathers."

Han Zheng couldn't help but glare at him when he heard that. "Don't talk nonsense."

He didn't dare to make fun of his future father-in-law.

Qiao Zhenzhen covered her mouth and smiled.

It is said that sons-in-law are afraid of their fathers-in-law. The father-in-law is also called Mount Tai. It is really uncomfortable to have such a heavy pressure on you, let alone such a powerful Mount Tai. You can imagine how much pressure Han Zheng is under.

Fortunately, he is not a bad person. He is the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion and the future Duke.

But if I don’t have much development, the title of Duke is just a nice sounding title.

Although he has no shortage of money, he is actually no match for his wife's family who has real power. It seems that the second generation of the Mo family is not doing well.

But Mo Qingyang is only forty, and the third generation already has two boys, so it is still unknown what the future holds.

"Since you have nothing to do, I won't stay any longer." Han Zheng said, "If you have anything to say..." He thought about it and realized that there didn't seem to be much chance before the wedding in August next year. He couldn't help but think that it would be better if he could get married earlier. After getting married, they could stay together legitimately without having to care about other people's opinions.

After spending more time with Qiao Zhenzhen, Han Zheng was infected by her cunning and intelligence. He could no longer stand his previous dull life. Although he was always scolded and criticized, he felt that life was colorful.

One day's smile is worth a month's.

When I returned to the Duke's Mansion, I felt like I was back in a world of only black, white and gray.