The Male Wife

The atmosphere in the house is a bit cold.

Pei Cheng was thinking about how much Jiang Lin's "absurd" sentence was said sincerely, but no matter how much he thought, Pei Cheng didn't care too much.

Jiang Rinzhi said, "Will Madam want to learn?"

Pei Cheng brushed his head and understood the meaning of the other party's words, his eyes flashed in disbelief, but in the end, he still lowered his eyes, forcibly pressing down the flashing heart.

Jiang Rongzhi pursed her lips and stared at Pei Cheng.

Pei Cheng reluctantly made a smile, "If you want to learn or not, the days have passed."

"Just think about it, then learn, why not care about others." Jiang Rongzhi saw Pei Cheng's thoughts and shattered them mercilessly.

Pei Cheng was cold-faced, with no explanation and no echo.

Jiang Rongzhi didn't feel uncomfortable. He even thought that Pei Cheng was ... quite interesting.

Because of the difference in identities, or perhaps because the marriage between the two was not a simple purpose from the beginning, Pei Cheng ’s attitude towards Jiang Rongzhi has always been submissive, obedient, and respectful.

There is absolutely no warmth between husband and wife, close.

So when Pei Cheng showed emotions other than respect for the first time, Jiang Rongzhi felt interesting.

"The second lord thinks things are too simple. Some things can be wanted wherever you want." Pei Cheng's tone can't hide his aversion and irritability. "What's more, since I've married into the Jiang family, everything should be treated as Lord first, the rest, it ’s better not to think too much. "

Jiang Rongzhi didn't say anything, but he picked up the book that had just been put down and put it in front of Pei Cheng. He whispered: "This book ..." Before he finished speaking, Pei Cheng stood up in one click. After Pei Cheng stood up, he reacted to what he had done. Pei Cheng said a little irritably: "The tea is cold, I went out and ordered the next person to change the pot of new tea."

Jiang Rongzhi held the scroll and frowned at Pei Cheng's dimly-looking back.

Pei Cheng stood at the door and blew a cold wind for a while. After completely calming down, he turned to the domestic servant and said, "The tea in the room has cooled down, soak a pot again."

The domestic servant said diligently: "Does the lady need to order the kitchen to steam a plate of sweet cakes?"

Pei Cheng refused: "The second man doesn't like sweets, don't do it."

The domestic servant nodded. He just wanted to say, "The second lord wouldn't mind." He saw Pei Cheng absent-mindedly turned and left to enter the house. The domestic servant scratched his head in confusion. He thought what happened to this lady today.

Pei Cheng adjusted his emotions and re-entered the inner room, but when he saw Jiang Rong, a corner of the heart wall had already collapsed.

Pei Cheng feels embarrassed now.

Jiang Rongzhi probably also knew what Pei Cheng's taboo was, so he didn't mention the matter just now, lest the atmosphere cool down again, he said: "Send a word to the school after spring next year."

Pei Cheng nodded. He originally wanted to send Jiang Yanzhi into the school next spring. After all, Jiang Rongzhi also suffered from serious illnesses every year, and it was not suitable to always teach Jiang Yanzhi.

Pei Cheng has chosen several schools in Huacheng that are not bad these days, but he hasn't had time to say. But it is not too late to discuss with Jiang Rin, Pei Cheng thought.

"Er Ye thinks which school in Hwaseong City is better." Pei Cheng followed his words.

Jiang Rongzhi sneered and said, "This matter probably won't be decided by us."

Pei Cheng stunned and looked at Jiang Rongzhi puzzled.

Jiang Rongzhi didn't explain anything, but there was a hint of haze on his expressionless face.