Peerless King of Soldiers

Chapter 270
Usually, the two of them have two quilts, and they can basically ignore each other.

Although there will always be some accidents in the end, at least Wang Fei is serious before falling asleep.

If there was really nothing between them at night, Wang Fei himself felt that if he really couldn't control himself later, things would be bad.

"Why don't you ask your mother for a quilt?"

Wang Fei asked Zhang Xuerou tentatively, let the latter sit by the bed, and said gloomily, "Why? The air conditioner is still on in summer, so you can't tell her it's cold, right?"

"That's true."

Wang Fei lowered his head and pondered.

After a while, Zhang Xuerou seemed to have some idea, raised her head and said to Wang Fei: "Or you will pretend to have a cold later?"

"Are you asking me to ask your mother for a quilt while I have a cold?"

Wang Fei understood the meaning of these words at once.

Zhang Xuerou also nodded inside and said, "Isn't this a good idea?"

"But why should it be me? You are your mother's own daughter. I think it's better for you to pretend to have a cold."

Wang Fei obviously didn't want to do this kind of thing. If he made a fool of himself, he would be laughed at by Zhang Xuerou for the rest of his life.

But Zhang Xuerou said seriously at this time: "I'm not as good as you in lying, you have to admit this objective fact, right?"

"It's better not to, at worst, I won't cover the quilt at night."

Wang Fei was still a little reluctant.

Just when Zhang Xuerou was about to be tempted, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Lin Zhen yelled at the door, "Are you two asleep? I'm going to make some supper, what do you want to eat?"

"Mom, we didn't sleep and you come in."

Zhang Xuerou said yes to the door, and then Lin Zhen opened the door and walked in.

Seeing that both of them had finished taking a shower, Lin Zhen also approached and asked, "Xiao Fei, do you have anything to eat? It's still early, so I'll go prepare it for you."

"No, I..."

Just as Wang Fei was about to speak, Zhang Xuerou suddenly said beside him: "Mom, Wang Fei has a cold and has a bad appetite."

"What? Have a cold?"

Lin Zhen looked at Wang Fei strangely.

Before the latter could react, Zhang Xuerou secretly pinched his hand suddenly.

With such a reminder, Wang Fei quickly put on a uncomfortable look, and said, "That's right, it might be the heat sensation, and the alternation of hot and cold has been frequent recently."

"This child, does he have a fever?"

Lin Zhen looked worried.

When Zhang Xuerou heard this, she immediately went over and touched his forehead with her hands, pretending to be surprised and said: "It's so hot, Mom, hurry up and get another quilt, otherwise Wang Fei's condition will get worse."

"Hey, if you young people don't usually pay attention to your body, wait, I'll get it for you right now."

Lin Zhen hurried out of the room. After she left, Wang Fei finally recovered his normal expression and said jokingly, "My wife, can you do it? Why didn't you realize that you are so good at fooling around before?"

"Those who are close to the vermillion are red, those who are close to the ink are black."

Zhang Xuerou glared at Wang Fei, and did not forget to tease him.

When Wang Fei heard this, he was about to start arguing with her immediately, and the two who were still working together just now suddenly became infighting.

Just when they were about to hold hands, Lin Zhen walked in from the door and quickly reprimanded Zhang Xuerou: "Xuerou, what's the matter with you? He's sick, why are you still the same as usual? You have to change your temper quickly." gone."

"No, Mom..."

Just as Zhang Xuerou was about to explain, Wang Fei stood there holding the head of the bed, and said with an understanding look: "Don't blame her, I know she is usually busy with work, so whether she is sick or not, I have to let her go. I...cough cough...cough cough."

Wang Fei was about to say something, but he kept coughing afterward.

Seeing that Wang Fei was seriously ill, Lin Zhen reprimanded, "Xuerou! Take care of Wang Fei quickly, I'll make some ginger soup for him, did you hear that?!"

"..."

Zhang Xuerou lowered her head and did not answer Lin Zhen, but secretly looked at Wang Fei with disdain.

When Lin Zhen went out and closed the door, Wang Fei also showed a smug smile on his face, and said, "Your mother seems to be pretty good, what do you think of my wife?"

"Is that how you pretend to be seriously ill?"

Zhang Xuerou snorted coldly, making Wang Fei chuckle and said, "My wife, you are jealous, my mother-in-law is very nice to my son-in-law."

"You talk nonsense every day and don't write drafts. I think anyone treats you very well."

Zhang Xuerou looked down on Wang Fei and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you, I have to give you the pink quilt tonight."

"Okay, I won't grab this from you."

As Wang Fei said, he took the quilt off his body there.

Although the two had brief conflicts, at least there was no problem with the general direction.

After Huyou left Lin Zhen, Wang Fei turned on the desk lamp and continued to read his book there, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

This is a novel by a famous Russian writer in the last century. Wang Fei would read these occasionally, but he just read them for a while, and found that Zhang Xuerou next to him was not asleep either, just leaning on the pillow and looking at himself with his eyes.

"Did I turn on the light to affect your sleep?"

Wang Fei put down the book and asked suspiciously.

The latter shook his head and said, "No, I just think it's weird, and you don't usually seem like someone who likes to watch these things."

"What do you mean? I must be a big bastard?"

Wang Fei asked, but Zhang Xuerou immediately shook her head and said, "No, I just thought it was weird."

She didn't continue talking, and after Wang Fei threw the book to the side, he turned off the desk lamp and lay down.

The night was very quiet, and the two could hear each other's breathing.

After a while, Zhang Xuerou suddenly turned her head and asked Wang Fei, "Wang Fei, do you really dislike me?"

"Why did you suddenly ask such a philosophical question today?"

Wang Fei wanted to have a laugh, but Zhang Xuerou looked very serious this time, and asked, "I'm telling you seriously."

"Seriously, I like a lot of people, such as those mountain children who don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes."

Wang Fei spread his hands on the bed, his tone a little helpless.

Seeing that Wang Fei deliberately changed the subject, Zhang Xuerou suddenly put her hand under Wang Fei's bed, grabbed his arm and asked, "I'm not joking."

"..."

Wang Fei felt the warmth from Zhang Xuerou's hands, and the eyes that were shining brightly in the dark night.

After a moment of silence, Wang Fei shook his head and said, "You don't understand, now I can't even protect myself, why discuss this issue."

"You can't protect yourself? But you don't look like you are short of money."

"I'm not talking about money."

Wang Fei felt a little helpless, after letting go of Zhang Xuerou's hand, he stared blankly at the ceiling, his gaze became a little deep.

Just a moment later, Wang Fei suddenly felt that Zhang Xuerou was getting closer, and he didn't know what he was expressing by grabbing his arm.

(End of this chapter)