Don't Provoke the Sweet Rural Wife

Luo Yizheng put the books and books on the table, then sat down and looked at them attentively.

Zeng xian'er also has the vision to see her son. He hurriedly greets the servant to bring the pen and ink and sits beside him to grind.

When Luo Yizheng saw a place, he raised his hand. Zeng Xianer handed the ink brush to him. Then Luo Yizheng used the brush to annotate it.

Finally, return the brush to Zeng Xianer.

The couple seem to have a very tacit understanding, and Zeng Xianer is calm at this moment.

She looked at Luo Yizheng's attentive appearance, thinking that he would sleep beside him at night, and her face began to turn red again.

"Cough."

Luo Yizheng coughs lightly. Zeng Xianer rushes to provide him with tea on the ground. It turns out that this is what she has just drunk, or has been drunk by Luo Yizheng.

I had to send a servant to make a pot of tea and fill it for him.

Luo Yizheng looked at the smoking tea and frowned: "it's hot."

"I, I'll blow it down."

He was about to pick up the cup, but instead he burned his hand.

"Ah ~"

Zeng xian'er cries out in pain. Luo Yi Zheng holds her fingers and puts them on his lips to blow for her.

Zeng xian'er's face turned red when he rubbed it.

Luo Yizheng's lips are a little cold, and his hot breath covers her scalded area, which makes her heart start to be confused.

"Husband..."

Luo Yi sent someone to store ice water and put her finger in the ice water.

"It would be much better."

His face is still light, but Zeng xian'er thinks that he really cares about her.

Looking at Luo Yizheng's side eye, Zeng Xianer asked carefully: "husband, do you like the fireworks that day?"

Luo Yizheng glanced at her gently and gave a sound of grace.

Zeng xian'er took out his hand, wiped it with silk and said, "but xian'er doesn't like her husband."

Quiet.

This is the first time that Zeng Xianer has said such words so frankly, although her parents taught her to marry her husband.

But seeing Chen Fuyue speak boldly in front of Luo Jingyou and Luo Yixiao, her heart is complicated.

She really looked down on her at first, but gradually she found that it might be good.

When she married to Luofu, she was always cautious in front of luoyizheng and looked at his face in everything.

She also really wants to spit out the words in her heart.

Zeng xian'er took a deep breath and looked up at Luo Yizheng, "husband, if you think I let you do something you don't like, don't do it. Otherwise xian'er will misunderstand that you actually like me. "

Luo Yi Zheng's eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything.

Zeng xian'er continued: "xian'er wanted to go to see the fireworks with her husband, so that she could get closer to you. But that day, I saw that her husband was always absent-minded and a little depressed. I think I was wrong. It turns out that my husband doesn't like such things. "

Thinking of the scene that night, Zeng Xianer's heart fell a little. She subconsciously tightened her chest collar, "husband, don't do anything that I misunderstood. Xianer doesn't need sympathy. "

This is her dignity as the daughter of the family.

She likes him, but she doesn't want him to show sympathy for her.

Sympathy for her loss of face in front of outsiders, sympathy for her inability to lift her head in front of outsiders.

She, Zeng Xianer, doesn't need it.

"That's it?" Luo Yizheng's voice rang out.