Chapter 588
Seeing this, Zhang Xinrui squeezed his little face, smiled and shook her head: "Mom is fine, it's your father who made such a fuss."

At that time, Cheng Jingtai walked over without saying a word, took her hands, and pushed up the collar of her sleeves, revealing the bruises on her wrists.

"Ah... Mom, what's wrong with your wrist?" Cheng Jiwen looked at her in surprise and worry.

"..." Zhang Xinrui just smiled at him without answering.

Without saying a word, Cheng Jingtai dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and gently applied it on Zhang Xinrui's wrist. Hearing Cheng Jiwen's question, he wondered, should he give Zhang Xingran some color?

"Does it hurt?" Cheng Jiwen asked with concern.

Zhang Xinrui smiled and shook her head.

Seeing that Cheng Jingtai had finished applying the ointment, Cheng Jiwen took Zhang Xinrui's big hand with his small hand, leaned over with his mouth upturned, and exhaled.

"Mom, it won't hurt if I blow it for you." Cheng Jiwen said with a smile.

Zhang Xinrui's wrist was filled with the hot breath from his mouth, seeing his childish face full of worry, she just felt warm in her heart, leaning slightly towards Cheng Jingtai who was sitting quietly beside him, Cheng Jingtai naturally He put his arms around her petite shoulders.

At this moment, Zhang Xinrui felt extremely happy.

The two men she loves the most are by her side.

One big and one small, their eyes were tightly locked on themselves.

She enjoyed the audience looking at her obsessively on the stage, which greatly satisfied her vanity, but at this moment, the big and small were staring at her with worry, and she even felt... She has no regrets in this life .

"Go down and eat." Cheng Jingtai said with a smile.

So the family of three happily went downstairs to have dinner holding hands.

...

Compared with the warmth on Zhang Xinrui's side, Zhang Xingran's side is obviously much duller.

He and An Zhiruo sat in the bright dining room for dinner.

An Zhiruo's eyes looked at him from time to time.

The servants and housekeeper stood aside respectfully.

There was not much emotion on Zhang Xingran's face, he had been eating gracefully without saying a word.

Ever since he knew the mandala was Zhang Xinrui last night, the way he looked at An Zhiruo changed.

In Cheng Jingtai's words, Zhang Xingran kept An Zhiruo by his side just to scratch the surface.

Now that Zhang Xinrui is back, there is no need for him to keep the counterfeit by his side.

Zhang Xingran looked at the delicious food on the table, but he couldn't help it.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks, and drank a large glass of red wine in one gulp.

"Sir, is the food tonight not to your liking?" Seeing that he had hardly eaten much, the housekeeper took a step forward and asked.

Zhang Xingran put down the wine glass gracefully, and smiled gently at the butler: "No, it's because I have a bad appetite."

"Xingran, what's the matter?" An Zhiruo asked timidly.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but since Zhang Xingran came back last night, he has been acting weird.

She didn't know how he dealt with the mandala in the end, and she didn't dare to ask.

"It's okay..." Zhang Xingran waved his hand at An Zhiruo, he kicked away the carved chair behind him, and said calmly, "Zhiruo, come to my room after eating."

"...Okay." An Zhiruo nodded with a smile.

Since the last time she wanted to give herself to Zhang Xingran, and Zhang Xingran kicked her out, he has not allowed her to enter his room.

today……

An Zhiruo was thinking in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that I still have to rely on myself, the boss is unreliable!

(End of this chapter)

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