Jane Sanshao's love story

"Ah." Jian Qiubai smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't see it."

Yuan Chengyi snorted, and said in a low voice: "If you didn't see it, then you didn't see it. Anyway, you are my wife, so you must be good at cooking."

Jian Qiubai was only focused on drooling over the table of delicacies, and didn't hear his thoughts at all.

"Let's eat!" The boy anxiously pulled the stool away, and when he sat down, he picked up his chopsticks and wanted to eat.

"Hey, don't move!" Yuan Chengyi pressed his hands down, took a wet wipe from the table, and wiped his hands meticulously.

The soft paper towels flowed between the fingers, which made people tremble and tingle.

Jian Qiubai shrank her shoulders and stepped back in embarrassment: "I've told you many times, let me do this kind of thing myself."

"Don't move." Yuan Chengyi squeezed his hand, rubbing it over and nagging, "He also said that he is a doctor, and his living habits are more sloppy than mine."

"No." Jian Qiubai muttered, "When I got off work, I washed my hands in our clinic."

"Then on the way back, you can make sure that your hands are free from germs? That's just for me."

Jian Qiubai pursed her lips, thought for a while, and stretched out her right hand.

Yuan Chengyi held his cool right hand, and suddenly his eyes were stabbed by the horrible scar on the boy's little finger.

Ten fingers connected to heart, Jian Qiubai was able to put a knife on his own finger without hesitation, which shows how much he hated himself at that time.

I am so disgusted that I want to hurt my flesh and blood, so I come to break with him clearly.

Jian Qiubai didn't notice Yuan Chengyi's depression at all, and still urged: "Hurry up, I'm very hungry."

Yuan Chengyi came back to his senses, and suppressed the regret and guilt welling up in his heart.

The damage has already been done, since it is irreversible, it is better to protect him for the rest of the day, so that he will not suffer any harm for the rest of his life.

Yuan Chengyi held both of his hands in his palms, while wiping, he secretly swallowed his saliva towards his long, slender fingers like green jade.

He wanted to hold Jian Qiubai's hand like this a long time ago.

Jian Qiubai seems to be born with the young master's body, and it looks good everywhere.

The skin is delicate, the figure is well-proportioned, and the face is also beautiful.

Even the hands are well-defined, slender and graceful, making people want to put each of his fingers into their mouths, lick and kiss them at a glance.

After wiping for more than ten minutes, Jian Qiubai finally couldn't hold it anymore, struggled slightly with his hands and said, "It's alright, it's been a long time."

Yuan Chengyi came back to his senses, looked at the slender fingers reluctantly, and finally let go.

Jian Qiubai turned around and started to eat with chopsticks happily.

Looking at the boy's overly pretty side face, Yuan Chengyi's eyes darkened, he stood up and poured a bowl of chicken soup for him and said,

"Drink some chicken soup. I think you've been a little tired recently, and your face has turned pale."

Jian Qiubai hummed, picked up the bowl without defense and raised his head to take a sip.

Yuan Chengyi clenched the hand hanging by his leg. This time he put the medicine in the chicken soup, only put half a packet in it. Although Jiang Yixuan said that the medicine had no side effects, it was medicine after all. Yuan Chengyi was still afraid that he would give Jian Qiubai The body is a burden, so I only used a small half pack this time.

The last time I used a pack, it took more than an hour for Jian Qiubai to start to react. This time I used half a pack, so it may take longer.

Yuan Chengyi glanced at the time and secretly calculated.

Jian Qiubai saw him standing there in a daze, bumped his arm strangely and said, "What are you thinking, let's eat."

Yuan Chengyi let out an ah, came back to his senses suddenly, coughed dryly with guilt, picked up his chopsticks and pretended to eat.

While eating, Jian Qiubai suddenly stood up, walked to the sofa, opened the canvas bag he carried every day and said

"I forgot. Aunt Liu in the village gave me a bottle of homemade wine when I got off work today. She said it was delicious. I'll give it to you to taste."

With that said, Jian Qiubai pulled out a bottle of wine in bulk in an ordinary white wine bottle from the bag.

"Can this be drunk?" Yuan Chengyi frowned and asked.

"Of course." Jian Qiu gave him a blank look and said, "It's homemade, and the grapes are also grown by myself. It's absolutely natural and pollution-free."

Jian Qiubai walked to the dining table and sat down, poured half a cup into the cup in Yuan Chengyi's hand, smiled harmlessly and said, "Try it."

Yuan Chengyi stared into his eyes: "What are you doing smiling so cunningly?"

"Who is cunning?" Jian Qiubai raised her eyebrows, "I just remembered something."

"what's up?"

"Lu Zhanfei told me that when you were drunk, you once called a dog a brother."

"Fuck me." Yuan Chengyi spat and cursed, "Lu Zhanfei, who doesn't talk about the door, deserves to be raped."

Jian Qiubai didn't hold back, he laughed and said, "Looking at it this way, this matter is true?"

Yuan Chengyi snorted, but said nothing with a dark face.

Jian Qiubai happily picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a small glass.

Yuan Chengyi clicked his tongue, grabbed his bottle and said, "You can't drink, don't you know?"

Jian Qiubai snatched the wine bottle and hugged it in her arms: "Just drink a little, this is homemade, and the alcohol content is low."

Yuan Chengyi looked at his longing little eyes, and couldn't bear to be ruthless, so he could only sigh and compromise, "You can drink it, but you can only drink half of the cup you poured now."

Jian Qiubai nodded fiercely and hummed.

Facts have proved that Jian Qiubai's title of pouring a cup is definitely well-deserved, but only half a cup, his face began to turn red, and he was still walking unsteadily.

Yuan Chengyi sighed helplessly, stared at him again, half-coaxed and half-fed him something to eat, then took someone to brush his teeth and wash his face in the bathroom, and then threw him on the bed.

"Sleep obediently first." Yuan Chengyi straightened him up, took off his coat, and without changing his pajamas, put him under the quilt, covered him tightly with the quilt, and said, "I have to take a bath first. If you Call me if you feel bad, you know?"

Jian Qiubai nodded confusedly and hummed.

Yuan Chengyi touched the boy's blushing face distressedly, and while the boy was unconscious, he secretly kissed him on the forehead, whispering:

"If you don't drink hard, you deserve it if you feel uncomfortable. This is the consequence of disobedience."