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"Bang" sound.

An Jiu knelt down straight on the ground.

He didn't complain at all when he was punished by his wife to kneel down. Originally, he had overstepped. He was promoted to a servant and slept with his master. According to the law of the Marquis Mansion, he would be punished and kicked out of the Marquis Mansion.

He lowered his eyes, not daring to look up at his wife's face, begging for punishment.

After being busy in the inner room for half an hour, after the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, she learned that Wen Jingxing was just suffering from a cold and fever, and there was nothing serious about it, Madam Hou's livid face eased a lot.

She looked up and down at the kneeling person on the ground, extremely dissatisfied, and asked with a frown, "Are you wearing Jing Xing's clothes?"

The crime was aggravated, and An Jiu thought silently in his heart how many whips he would go to the punishment room to receive himself, kowtowed violently, and answered dully: "Yes."

Jing Xing has always been a person who strictly abides by etiquette, and in his heart he always pretends to be the girl from the Shangshu Mansion. After marrying a servant by accident, he suffered a serious illness. It was just right, and he shared the bed with... , and also put his own underwear on the person in front of him, what does this mean?

Jing Xing was heartbroken by that girl and started to give up on himself?

Mrs. Hou was anxious and angry, and knocked her teacup on the table heavily, but she couldn't ask about this kind of involvement in her son's room. After holding back for a long time, she finally asked: "Did you have... did you have any questions last night?" Round house?"

An Jiu raised his head and was taken aback by these words, and slammed his forehead heavily on the ground again, "This subordinate dare not!"

Madam Hou breathed a sigh of relief, and called Haitang over, "What happened to Second Lord last night? Why did you get wind and cold in the morning, but you didn't take good care of him?"

Haitang knew best about what happened last night, just as she was about to file a complaint, she heard the bead curtain being lifted, and Wen Jingxing walked in wearing a coat, followed by a doctor carrying a medicine box.

Due to his illness, his body was still a little weak, and he didn't walk fast. He clenched his hands into fists and coughed lightly twice. After scanning the scene in front of him, he knew what happened.

Haitang was caught by Wen Jingxing's eyes, and the words that came out of her mouth stopped abruptly. No matter how angry she was in her heart, she still lowered her head and saluted respectfully: "Second Lord."

Wen Jingxing didn't ask her to get up. Haitang, who had always regarded herself as a maidservant in the past, would have stood up spontaneously. But after serving the second young master for many years, she knew almost instantly that the master was angry, and her heart thumped for no reason. Knees bent posture lingering.

Wen Jingxing and Mrs. Hou saluted, and sat next to An Jiu, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave the doctor a wink.

The doctor was still the same as last night, like a human being, when he saw An Jiu kneeling on the ground, he understood Wen Jingxing's intentions, and took out a bottle of plaster from the medicine box.

Wen Jingxing bent down, put his hands on An Jiu's shoulders, and lifted the man's prostrate upper body with a little force. He stretched out his fingers and brushed away the broken hair on An Jiu's forehead, revealing a face that was nothing. Bloody face.

An Jiu is a dead-headed person, he kowtowed his head twice, a wound has been left on his forehead, and blood is flowing down the bridge of his nose, looking pitiful and exasperating.

"Does it hurt?"

An Jiu was a little at a loss for his approach, she shrank back, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt."

"Does it hurt?" Wen Jingxing gently pressed his fingertips near the wound, wiped off the blood, and said lightly, "Did I ask you? I'm asking about the black jade and gold bricks on the floor, and you knocked them over." You can't even afford to pay for a broken horn if you sell it."

An Jiu obviously didn't know what a joke was. Hearing this, he was so frightened that he knelt down and wanted to kowtow again, but when he thought of what Jing Xing said just now, his face turned pale, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Does the master want to send him out?

Could it be that I can't even be a dog in the Hou Mansion...

His mind was in a mess, Anjiu was terrified, kneeling blankly, suddenly afraid that his master would see his disgusting face, so he leaned over, he was still thinking about selling the floor tiles that he couldn't afford to pay for , The speed at which the forehead was knocked down slowed down a bit.

It should have been cold and hard to touch, but this time it was warm and soft.

An Jiu raised his head in fear and widened his eyes.

The target was the master who was kneeling on one knee, the palm was still placed on the place where his forehead was kneaded, and the blood of his forehead was even stained in the palm.

An Jiu was completely dumbfounded, she froze in place for a moment, not knowing what to do, she opened her mouth, she was really clumsy, and could only say one sentence: "Master..."

Even though there were a lot of heaters in the room, with Wen Jingxing's delicate body, the biting coldness instantly swept through his heart and lungs just as his knees touched the cold floor. The madam and the servant girl hurried to the chairs.

"You, are you going to piss me off!" Mrs. Hou's eyes widened, and she almost shed tears again when she pointed at him. She didn't know if she felt sorry for her son more, or because her son "contradicted" her face to face for such a daughter-in-law. many.

"It's okay, I've made mother worry." Wen Jingxing held his mother's hand, and then explained to Mrs. Hou: "My son was sitting in front of the window watching the snow and getting cold. Last night, Anjiu took care of me all night, and I spit it out. The filth stained the clothes, so I changed mine."

After finishing speaking, he waved at An Jiu, and turned his head to meet Mrs. Shang Hou's astonished eyes, her gaze was soft but firm: "An Jiu is my wife who I have worshiped before, don't make things difficult for him."

Mrs. Hou was shocked, her son knew it best, regardless of whether he liked men or not, his heart had already been attached to the girl in the Shangshu Mansion, that girl was proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it wasn't that she didn't know a single big character It can be compared with a rough man, not to mention that he is not yin or yang, he is a different kind...

For a moment, Mrs. Hou had mixed feelings, and looked at An Jiu on the ground with complicated eyes. It would be great if she was a daughter, even if she was a maid, no matter how bad her birth was, as long as she treated Jing Xing well, she would not say anything.

But why is it a, a...

Received Wen Jingxing's call, he took a few steps in secret, and quickly walked in front of Wen Jingxing. Even though Mrs. Hou, who was regarded as a benefactor, stared several times, he did not lower his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and stared boldly at Wen Jingxing. watching the master.

He was really dull, as if he had just realized what happened just now, his eyes were full of disbelief and guilt, and his forehead seemed to have the tenderness of his master's palm.

The cold voice trembled: "Master..."

Wen Jingxing had nothing to do with him, he could call the master if he wanted to, it would be interesting if he heard too much.

"Head up."

An Jiu raised his head obediently.

Wen Jingxing brought over the ceramic pot on the side, lightly dipped his fingers in some milky white ointment, and it felt extremely cold, so he held it in his palm to emulsify it into a warm viscous liquid, and then lightly tapped it on An Jiu's wound.

The master lowered his eyes and looked serious. An Jiu had never received such intimacy and kindness before, and he froze for a moment. The ointment applied to his forehead felt cool, but he felt inexplicably hot, and his heart beat a little faster. Clutching the corner of his clothes, he didn't know what to do.

After applying the medicine, Wen Jingxing gathered up the oversized underclothes that covered his body. Seeing that most of his skin was still exposed, he wrapped the cloak he wore around him and tied it with a knot.

Then he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days, wear more, don't catch a cold"

After finishing all this, everyone present, including Mrs. Hou, should know.

The second master doesn't like Mrs. Xin, he obviously likes it very much and values ​​it very much.

Haitang, who was still being punished, was so startled that she almost fell down, and all the unwillingness and grievance just now suddenly came to light.

Even so, Mrs. Hou's complexion was still not good-looking, and she tried to dissuade Wen Jingxing, saying good things and bad things, but still failed, she got angry with herself, looked at An Jiu who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word, Ming I didn't intend to let him get up.

Her original plan was to let this hidden guard temporarily take the place of the second wife, and when Wen Jingxing's health improved, she would find a girl who was similar to Yan Qinghuan to enter the mansion.

Even if there will be no offspring, it is enough to treat Jing Xing well, have a common word with Jing Xing, and make Jing Xing live as happily as possible in the few days.

But why, why did he just look at someone who was neither yin nor yang, if he offended Jing Xing, he was born to restrain Jing Xing.

Madam Hou didn't know it before, but now that she knows it, she thinks it's worse. Thinking of An Jiu's following Wen Jingxing since she was a child, she can't wait to blame An Jiu's body for all the misfortunes her son encountered.

Wen Jingxing sighed, and whispered some instructions to the maid who was waiting at the side, and after a while, two cups of tea were placed on the table, and two cushions were placed on the floor.

He lifted up his clothes and knelt on the ground together with An Jiu.

"..."

Mrs. Hou was startled, and her eye circles turned red instantly. He squeezed the cup a little harder, and the lid of the cup collided with the cup with a clear "bang" sound, angry at his son for not taking his body seriously:

"Leave him alone, let him just kneel here, your father, your elder brother travels to countless places every year, spends a lot of money to find doctors and medicinal materials for you, it's hard to keep you alive until now, just let Are you deliberately ruining yourself for such a person?!"

Wen Jingxing wiped Madam Hou's eyes with a handkerchief, "It's all my son's fault, it made my mother sad."

Mrs. Hou loved her son the most in her life. Seeing him knelt for half a stick of incense, her heart couldn't be more distressed: "You know it's your fault and you deliberately angered me!"

Wen Jingxing said with a smile: "Mother, you have already said that I am running out of time. Anjiu has been by my side since he was a child, and he always suits my wishes. It doesn't matter if he is a man or a woman. He can let his son live in this world." A little more happiness, a little more nostalgia, maybe Lord Yan will be reluctant to let his son go."

Madam Hou was most afraid that Wen Jingxing would bring up her own body. Her second son always reported good news but not bad ones, and would not easily let the people in the house worry about him. Today's confession immediately made her feel as if a knife was piercing her heart.

She was wrong.

What does it have to do with An Jiu? It was originally her fault.

Mrs. Hou shed tears silently for a while, and all the grievances disappeared. Even the doctor said that her son would not live to be twenty, so even if he is a... daughter-in-law, so what if he is a servant of the Hou's mansion, Jing Xing can be compared happily Everything is strong.

At the beginning, he was seriously ill several times because of the concubine of the Shangshu Mansion, but now he finally figured it out, how could she, as a mother, deprive her son of the last joy.

Mrs. Hou's expression seemed to finally let go, and Wen Jingxing also heaved a sigh of relief. He has never watched any palace fighting dramas, and he doesn't know how to attack people and hearts. If these two tricks are useless, he is real. There is no other way, if An Jiu is willing, he can only take him to elope when he is healthy.

An Jiu is still immersed in what Wen Jingxing said just now, twenty, the master will not live to be 20 years old...

Last night I still contradicted him like that, I really deserve death...

Wen Jingxing originally lied to Mrs. Hou, but he didn't expect to deceive An Jiu as well. He tilted his head and gave An Jiu a begging expression, but he was stunned.

Wen Jingxing felt that he probably didn't want to, after all the original owner had bullied him so much, but Wen Jingxing had a good habit of asking when he was not sure, never making random guesses by himself, as long as the other party answered, he would believe it.

"Anjiu." Wen Jingxing moved closer to him, and while Mrs. Hou was weeping in a low voice, he asked with a voice that could only be heard by two people, "Aren't you willing to try with me?"

An Jiu's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by him, and he looked up at Wen Jingxing's extremely bright black eyes, and he wanted to say no, but he opened and closed his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Is the master really willing to try it with him?

Just like a normal couple...

Will he have family by now?

Wen Jingxing saw that he was slow to respond, thinking that he didn't dare to refuse, his eyes darkened a lot: "It's okay, if you don't want to, I will ask my mother to return your contract of sale now—"

"Yes." An Jiu stretched out his hand and tugged on his sleeve, and with a little voice, raised his head to meet the master's smile, and finally gained some courage, "Yes."

Wen Jingxing felt that

It was so amazing, I caught up with my wife on the second day of time travel, got my daughter-in-law, bowed my head and touched An Jiu's fingers, and the two secretly laughed behind their backs.

It's really a bit of the pure energy of adolescence secretly holding hands in class.

But if you are happy, you have to do some things while Mrs. Hou is feeling guilty, otherwise she will recover and retort where he can cry.

"Originally, on the first day after the big wedding, we should respect mother and father tea. At that time, my son was seriously ill, so I happened to make up for it today." Wen Jingxing took a cup of tea from the maidservant and put it in An Jiu's hand, and handed it over to Anjiu himself. .

"Mother, please drink tea."

Mrs. Hou couldn't bear her son's sick kneeling for so long, she drank tea symbolically and wanted to help him up, but Wen Jingxing couldn't afford it, and looked at An Jiu with gentle eyes.

It is absolutely unacceptable to respect daughter-in-law Cha Anjiu, but if he disrespects, he can't get up, and if he doesn't respect his master, he will kneel with him. This is an endless loop.

An Jiuyi couldn't get off the tiger for a while, and moved back and forth between the eyes of Wen Jingxing and Mrs. Hou several times. Those hands, which are stable enough to lift a sword to kill people, trembled uncontrollably when holding a cup of tea. His originally cold voice Now it is low and astringent, and the heartbeat is extremely fast: "Husband, madam, please drink tea..."

Wen Jingxing corrected him gently but severely: "Mother."

An Jiu licked her dry lips: "Mother, mother, please drink tea."

No matter how reluctant Madam Hou was, she couldn't bear her son's kneeling all the time, she moistened her lips and recognized An Jiu's identity.

Only then did Wen Jingxing look at An Jiu with a smile, "Don't help me up yet."

An Jiu was still a little dazed, and after hearing this, she stood up in a panic, and supported Wen Jingxing to stand up.

Kneeling for a long time, Wen Jingxing stood on the spot for a while, unable to walk, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, he held Anjiu's shoulders tightly, and was once again furious about the incompetence of this body in his heart.

An Jiu saw that he was not moving, and looked at him suspiciously: "Master? Is your leg hurting, do you want this subordinate to hug you?"

After speaking, a little blush appeared on the tips of his ears.

"No, just take your time." Wen Jingxing was extremely stubborn about his identity as Meng Yi, he would never let An Jiu hug him and leave, he would be ashamed!

In order to ease the embarrassment, he threw the topic to Mrs. Hou: "Mother, An Jiu is my new wife, don't you have any presents for him?"

The madam is here to inquire about the crime, how can there be any gifts for others?

But her son is so shameless to ask, and she is not a stingy person. Since she drank daughter-in-law tea, even if she was reluctant, she still regarded An Jiu as her daughter-in-law in her heart. jade bracelet.

He didn't dare to take it in embarrassment, but Wen Jingxing inherited the original owner's memory, knew the origin of the bracelet, and snatched it from Madam Hou's hand swiftly, for fear of regret.

He originally wanted to wear it directly on An Jiu's wrist, but even though An Jiu is still a teenager, there is a certain gap between the bones of men and women. If you use some strength, you can still wear it, but An Jiu still has room for development. I'm afraid it will be tight and I won't be able to take it off.

Wen Jingxing could only rest his mind, put him in An Jiu's palm, grabbed his hand and wrapped the bracelet completely, and whispered in his ear like a lover: "This is what my mother's mother-in-law left for her. , it is said that it is only passed on to the daughter-in-law."

Anjiu's ears were red enough to bleed, and he felt that the jade bracelet in his palm was burning like fire, and he didn't even dare to use a little bit of strength, for fear that if he used too much strength, he would break the fragile jade bracelet .

He finally understands what it means to keep it in your mouth and fear it will melt, and hold it in your palm to fear it will fall.

Wen Jingxing put his arm around An Jiu, pressed him in his arms, pinched his red earlobe, and asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?"

An Jiu answered obediently and quickly: "I like it."

Wen Jingxing squeezed his fingers: "Just like it. This bracelet is too small for you. I'll ask the craftsman to make another one for you tomorrow."

"Then is this still mine?" An Jiu was afraid that if he got a new one, the unsuitable bracelet would be taken back, so he whispered, "I can eat less, or learn bone shrinking skills from An Wu...Master Can you not take him away? I don't want a new one."

So cute……

Wen Jingxing couldn't bear it at all, and pressed a kiss on his forehead in front of Mrs. Hou, "I'll give you the new one, and this one too, don't practice any messy things, just to make me feel bad, right?"

No, no one hurt An Jiu at all, he just wanted to work harder to get what he wanted.

Not long after, the medicine boy brought in the boiled medicine, Wen Jingxing's leg numbness passed, and An Jiu helped him back to the inner room.

The original owner was most annoyed by taking the medicine, the medicine was not only bitter but also reminded him that he was a useless person all the time, but Wen Jingxing was different, no matter how bitter the medicine was, he could swallow it down in one gulp, without even rubbing the medicine juice, rude Not like an elegant scholar.

But now with Dark Nine...

Wen Jingxing saw him standing like a log, and glared at him: "Hey me."

An Jiu had never done this kind of meticulous work before, so he was a little worried, but when he saw his master's moist eyes, he felt a little possessive in his heart, and he didn't want these eyes to look at others.

An Jiu took the spoon from the maidservant's hand, took a spoonful of the black paint and smelly concoction, blew on it, and then handed it to Wen Jingxing's mouth, hesitating for a while like coaxing a child: "Ah."

Wen Jingxing was so cute by him, he laughed softly, opened his mouth and ate the concoction.

Before he could swallow it, An Jiu stuffed him with a candied fruit.

It has to be said that what Wen Jingxing ate in the past were all inferior products, the food in the Hou's mansion is really not comparable to the modern food made with various chemical additives.

It's not sweet at all and exudes the fragrance of dog food.

He bit off half of it with one bite, and then gave the other half to An Jiu.

I was so cute again by the blush of the big beauty with high ponytail.

Mrs. Hou stood at the door and looked at the young couple. You drank the usual concoction one gulp at a time. An indescribable feeling came to my heart, as if my son's tight, lifeless skin suddenly filled up. When you wake up, laughing is genuine laughter, anger is genuine anger, pain is genuine distress, like a real person.

If Jing Xing could really live happily like this, let alone a stranger like An Jiu, even if he insisted on spending his life with a dog, she would definitely agree.

After the two of them drank the medicine, Wen Jingxing fell in love for the first time, and wanted to get bored with An Jiu for a while, then his wife was called out again by Mrs. Hou.

The daughter-in-law drank all the tea, and Wen Jingxing knew that Mrs. Hou was a soft-hearted person, so he didn't have any worries. He squeezed An Jiu's fingers and let him go out.

Wen Jingxing was forced to listen to the doctor's nagging, and finally waited for An Jiu to come back, only to see blood dripping from the tips of his ears, and he thought that Mrs. Hou should have told him something about how the "daughter's family" takes care of her husband.

Wen Jingxing deliberately bullied him, beckoned him to sit on his lap, stretched out his hand to pinch his earlobe, and asked in a low voice: "Did mother make things difficult for you?"

Thinking of Madam Hou's exhortation just now, An Jiu's ears became redder, na na: "No."

Wen Jingxing didn't let him go: "Then what did mother tell you?"

An Jiu hesitated for a while, glanced at him, and hesitated: "Mother said that the master is not in good health, and recently...can't consummate the house."

Wen Jingxing, who was forced to fail, lifted a rock and hit his own foot, his face was extremely ugly.

After the doctor left.

The medicine he just drank contained sleeping ingredients, Wen Jingxing was a little sleepy, he took off his outer shirt and lay down on the couch, waiting for An Jiu to curl up in his arms obediently to catch up on sleep, but found that he was not moving.

An Jiu became a little confused about his responsibilities, and suddenly became a wife from a shadow guard. Should he hide in the dark and guard his master now, or should he stand by the bed?

He has excellent eyesight, even if he hides in a dark place, if there is something wrong with his master, he can quickly find out.

but……

He seems to be very uncomfortable now, and wants to get into the master's quilt and guard him...

Wen Jingxing was not good at guessing people's expressions, seeing his stupid look again, he asked him directly: "What are you thinking?"

An Jiu blushed slightly, feeling that he was a little bold, and his greedy and presumptuous thoughts made him a little hard to say, but when the master asked, he was going to answer.

After hearing his words, Wen Jingxing understood.

Since childhood, apart from training, obedience, and completing missions, An Jiu spent his spare time guarding his master's side. When he didn't have orders, he didn't know what to do.

"Is there anything An Jiu likes? Like riding a horse? Archery? Reading? Drawing?" Wen Jingxing asked.

Anjiu thought about it carefully. He has learned horseback riding and archery since he was a child. As for reading and painting, he doesn't know a single word, and he doesn't even know how to hold a brush, let alone like it.

Like this kind of thing is distant and strange to him, but now it seems to have slowly taken shape, he pursed his lips: "I like to guard the master."

Modern people like to hide their feelings and thoughts. What they want to express can only be said after turning seventeen or eighteen corners. The ancient people were even more reserved.

But why did a dark nine appear, it was frighteningly frank, every word pierced Wen Jingxing's heart, he probably only encountered such a treasure in his previous life when he saved the Milky Way.

"Since you like to guard me, then come and sleep with me." Wen Jingxing lifted the quilt, with a smile in his eyes, "Also guard me in the dream."

An Jiu took off his coat, and obediently slipped into his arms with only his underwear on. Wen Jingxing stroked his silky black hair, sniffed the faint pine smell emanating from his body, and suddenly felt sleepy. The person in his arms was breathing more and more quickly.

Different from last night, the strong sunlight came in through the window, which made Anjiu feel even more ashamed of his body's reaction. He tried his best to suppress the changes in his body that shouldn't have happened, curled up bit by bit, breathing Hot and rushed.

The master is asleep, he should get out, taking a bath or freezing in the heavy snow is like doing something that insults the master.

But he couldn't bear it at all.

He can't bear the embrace of his master

The two were tightly pressed together, Wen Jingxing's whole body was scorching hot due to the fever, so it was very comfortable to hold.

An Jiu frowned, his cheeks were flushed, he put his hands between the two of them, he wanted to touch himself lightly, in case he couldn't control himself and did something shameful towards his master...

He just touched it.

hand was grabbed

Her eyes, which were trying to suppress her emotions and desires, were clouded with mist, innocent but dissolute, An Jiu frowned uncomfortably, and slightly curled up her hands covered by Wen Jingxing.

He looked at Shang Wen Jingxing with embarrassment: "Master..."

Seeing his trembling eyelashes, Wen Jingxing easily broke through the hand in front of him, and asked in a low voice in his ear: "Uncomfortable?"

"Hmm..." An Jiu arched her body and stepped back, trying to avoid Wen Jingxing's touch, but was pressed back into her arms by the hot palm behind her, and their chests were tightly pressed together, An Jiu Almost cried: "No, no..."

Wen Jingxing thought he was afraid, and stroked his back to comfort him: "Do you still remember what the doctor said last night? We are husband and wife, I can—"

Feeling his touch, An Jiu closed his legs and interrupted him again in a low voice: "No, no."

"Why? Do you hate me?"

Wen Jingxing didn't understand him, since he got into his quilt obediently and said he wanted to try, the two were already in a relationship, why not?

Is it because the progress is too fast and you are not used to it?

But they are already married...

"No." When Wen Jingxing was thinking about it, An Jiu left a tooth mark on his lips and said with extreme self-loathing, "Dirty...

dirty. "

"Not dirty." As soon as An Jiu's white teeth touched his lips again, he was pushed away by his master with his slender white fingers, and his tongue was played wantonly with his fingers, and the master's deep and pleasant voice was next to his ear, "An Jiu They are all beautiful and cute, and I like them very much.”

An Jiu's resistance was not so strong.

After releasing once.

Wen Jingxing gently kneaded his fingers, the person in his arms was very sensitive, and would tremble slightly when touched, suddenly, An Jiu's whole body became stiff, his face turned pale, and he didn't even have the reaction he should have had.

"The teaching mother said that this subordinate's body is neither yin nor yang, and it will collide with the master in different places."

Wen Jingxing collapsed and scolded: "Fart!"

He has no culture, and he can only say fart, but he can't tell him any reason to tell him that this is normal.

But An Jiu was afraid, so he didn't touch it.

I can always do it myself...

After satisfying An Jiu, Wen Jingxing took his hand.

"Master...Master!" An Jiu withdrew his hand, "Master can't do it, Madam said you, you..."

Okay, I can't, I get it, I'll fuck off.

Wen Jingxing frowned, his face was ashen, and he moved aside like a big silkworm chrysalis wrapped in the quilt, leaving a distance of a pillow, staring at the blue sky speechlessly, obstinately waiting for him to soften.

The more I think about it, the more angry I get, who would have thought that after a big attack, I finally got a beautiful wife, not only can't do anything, even if I am hard, I have to wait for it to soften? !

People clerk?

"Anjiu." Wen Jingxing opened his arms, hugged the beautiful woman in his arms, buried his face into his neck to vent the anger in his body, and said sullenly: "I will definitely get better! "

Anjiu's stiff body slowly softened, she hugged him, and opened her lips silently: It will definitely get better.

"I can do it!"

"I can!"

"An Jiu, I won't make you a widow!"

An Jiu's face flushed red, and the sadness she felt because of Wen Jingxing's illness disappeared in an instant.

"Anjiu, do you not believe it?!" Wen Jingxing raised his head and questioned him.

An Jiu was a little shy, and didn't want to respond to whether he would be a widow.

Wen Jingxing became more and more unreasonable: "You just don't believe it! You don't believe it? Are you kidding me!"

The sick man was aggrieved and naive, and began to tickle An Jiu's itch.

An Jiu curled up with a smile, and the two had a fight, only to hear a "tsk", Wen Jingxing realized that their hair was entangled.

I can't solve it for a long time.

I wanted to ask a maid to come in, but there was still a dark smell in the room. Wen Jingxing didn't want others to smell it, so he leaned over to find a pair of scissors, and asked Dark Jiu before cutting it: "Your body, hair and skin are affected. Parents, is it alright if I cut this paragraph?"

"It's okay." An Jiu's eyes were full of Xinghai, which was extraordinarily shining. He pursed his lips and said reverently, "Can you give me this cut hair?"

Wen Jingxing's first reaction was that he finally didn't call him master, and he didn't call himself a subordinate anymore.

Then there is the poem: knot hair as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection.

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我没了......感谢在2020-09-2500：35：28～2020-09-2802：44：55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: one of Huai Le;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Yu Wenzhou from Huang Fanfan; 2 bottles from the other side; 1 bottle from Azhu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!