The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 178 Are you dreaming fart again?

Because I was in the house where I was seeing a doctor before, the heating in that house was relatively sufficient, so it was very warm. In addition, if I wore thick clothes, it would be inconvenient to walk around to see a patient.

The clothes worn by Yuncheng are relatively thin.

The heating in the study room was only turned on when two people came in, and it didn't heat up so quickly, so Yuncheng was cooler.

It's just that Yuncheng didn't bother to get clothes, maybe because he was a little lazy too.

Luo Jia gave Yun Cheng the cloak. The red leather was fiery red, and there was a circle of white rabbit fur around the neckline, which seemed to add two points of warmth to Yun Cheng.

"Your hands are so cold, maybe you don't wear too much, I'll warm you up." Luo Jia directly took Yun Cheng's hand, and then covered it in his own.

Yun Cheng originally wanted to shrink back, but was locked in Luo Jia's palm by the dense scalding temperature.

The anger in Yun Cheng's heart has subsided by [-]%. This brat is not lying, he is indeed quite hot now.

Yun Cheng sighed comfortably, but didn't speak, just didn't take back his hands, quietly waiting for Luo Jia to pass his own temperature to himself through his hands.

This child, Luo Jia, looks very delicate everywhere, not too big, but this hand is a standard man's hand.

It is big and has big joints, but its hands are very slender.

Yuncheng seemed to remember that he had heard his little white faces stretching out their fingers together to compare their lengths. They said that the length of their fingers could tell the lengths of other places, so Yuncheng would definitely like it.

At that time, Yun Cheng didn't take it seriously, but now...

Yun Cheng was a little lost in thought, what about the little boy?Is it the same?
His eyes gradually slid to the face of the little white face, he seemed to be two points paler now.

She is well dressed and sick, and her face is not only white, but also bloody, with some blush.

The face is a little plump, and it looks full of features.

Now it is almost like the image provided by the little black face at the beginning.

Like a delicate and noble son, when he is well-behaved, he is like a well-behaved Persian cat.

Occasionally, with two points of casualness and laziness.

It seems that it is really not in vain, it is really beautiful.

Luo Jia looked at Yun Cheng's gaze staring at his face. There were people staring at him before, but Luo Jia only felt disgusted.

That gaze was obscene and obscene. At that time, Luo Jia hated his face very much, and hated that it had brought so many disasters to him.

He even wanted to ruin his face more than once.

but……

Now looking at Yun Cheng's obsessed eyes, there is clarity, appreciation, and joy for beautiful things.

At this time, Luo Jia was thankful that he didn't ruin his face at the beginning, and even thought why he wasn't born more beautiful.

"Cloud ride?"

"Ok?"

"Su E is here."

When Luo Jia came back to his senses, he heard Su E's knock on the door outside.

Yun Cheng withdrew his hand calmly, as if the nympho just now was not her.

"Well, you are practicing calligraphy here, and you can't write 10 sheets today, so you are not allowed to sleep."

"I am going out."

Yun Cheng fastened his cloak, stepped out of the room, and closed the door, not intending to let Su E in.

To be precise, Yuncheng has no intention of letting Su E in every room in this house.

No reason, just don't like it, just disgusting.

Yun Cheng is a person who has a clear distinction between what he likes and what hates, and he has never wronged himself for anything.

"Say it."

"I don't ask for anything, you are my daughter!"

"Did you wake up after eating shit?"

(End of this chapter)