If Chen Zhizhou knew the ending of his previous life, would he still say this?

Gu Qing forced himself to clear his mind of distracting thoughts, reached out and pinched his slender and strong little finger:

"When I was young, I wasn't as smart and considerate as I am now. I was also scornful of the poor and fond of the rich, brainless and stupid. I'm afraid that back then, you would have avoided me."

Chen Zhizhou thought she was joking and said helplessly, "If you want to comfort me, why belittle yourself?"

He paused for a moment, then said seriously, "My wife, Chen Zhizhou, is the best woman in the world!"

"You're good at saying nice things."

Gu Qing's shame spread from her ears to her cheeks, and she said angrily.

Her rosy cheeks were like floating clouds in the sky, so soft that it made people love her endlessly. Chen Zhizhou felt her palm and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Madam, please get well soon. If not, I will be sick."

Gu Qing: “???”

She pulled her hand back and looked at Chen Zhizhou with some embarrassment, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

The latter looked at her reaction and couldn't help but pinch her face: "Madam, you are really interesting."

The two people's banter was interrupted by the sudden arrival of a mysterious gust of wind.

He bowed his head and dared not come forward, and replied carefully: "Master, the Third Prince has sent people."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became cold and severe.

Gu Qing and Chen Zhizhou looked at each other and immediately understood what the third prince meant. They were afraid that it was related to the Yinshancheng case.

"Husband, I'm fine. The sun is so nice today, I'll bask in it for a while. You go and deal with Zhang Bin's affairs first."