My wife is squeamish

Chapter 368 Let's Discuss Something

Chapter 370 Two

Clenching his fists, Gong Zhanjun put a smile on his face, "An Zhi, why are you down?"

An Zhi was carrying the little brown bear, who seemed to have just woken up, "I can't sleep anymore, did any guests come just now?"

"Well, people from the company." Gong Zhan walked over, took her hand, a little cold, "Let's go, I'll accompany you upstairs."

"Come upstairs with me to sleep?" An Zhi looked at him eagerly.

"...I watched you sleep." Gong Zhan smiled, not being fooled by her at all.

"Unless you sleep with me, I won't sleep. I'll stay up until dawn." An Zhi raised her delicate chin, even threatening Gong Zhan.

Of course, Young Master Gong is not so easy to be threatened, he pinched her earlobe, "Okay, then don't sleep at night, I will find you an exercise book, you can do your homework at night."

"...I refuse to talk to you, goodbye." An Zhi angrily pushed him away, ready to run upstairs.

Gong Zhan stretched out his long arms, pulled the man back, hugged him in his arms, and said softly, "Don't run around, the wound on your shoulder hasn't healed yet, how is the wound on the back, does it still hurt at night?"

An Zhi's face pressed against his chest, and sighed, "It doesn't hurt very much, but it's a little itchy, little brother, please scratch it for me."

"No, your wound is about to heal. If you reach out and grab it, it will leave a scar. Do you want a scar?" Gong Zhan pressed her forehead.

"Anyway, it's the back, and I can't see it." An Zhi moved his body, feeling that the wound on the back was itchy, and he didn't feel it unless he said it.

I just want to reach out and scratch.

Gong Zhan grabbed her wrist, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear, "You can't see it, I can see it."

Anzhi's cheeks and even his neck were completely red.

Pursing her lips, she whispered, "Then, then I won't scratch it."

If there are scars, it will not look good.In case the little brother doesn't like it, it's useless for her to cry then.

I heard that when a man sees something he doesn't like, he will soften. She doesn't want this.

"Why are you blushing more and more?" Gong Zhan touched her face curiously, when did his little guy become so shy?
"My face is very red, probably because I wear a lot of clothes, it's a bit cold." An Zhi finished speaking calmly, and pushed him away, "I'll go up and put on a coat."

Wearing a lot, it's a bit cold, and you need to go up and add a coat?

The corner of Gong Zhan's mouth twitched, watched her go upstairs, turned around and waved to the servant standing not far away, with the corner of his mouth slightly upturned.

She also sank, "How long has she been down?"

"Miss Anzhi didn't come down until after you saw off the guests." The servant said respectfully.

"Understood, don't mention this in front of her." Gong Zhan said coldly, but he was relieved in his heart, as long as An Zhi didn't hear it.

Just fine.

"I know." The male servant nodded.

Gong Zhan nodded slightly, and went upstairs.

An Zhi wrapped her cloak and hid in the glass room to draw. Now she is more and more like a painter.

"An Zhi, my little brother has something to discuss with you?" Gong Zhan walked behind her and helped her cut her hair.

"Little brother, tell me." An Zhi didn't turn his head back. Heishuishui's big eyes stared fixedly at the eyes of the male protagonist in the painting, always feeling asymmetrical.

"Let's paint oil painting or ink painting, okay? I'll hire a teacher for you and let him teach you." Gong Zhan wanted to tear up the two male protagonists in the sketchbook.

(End of this chapter)