Chapter 173 Brother, please save him!

Jiang Wanwan had been feeling uneasy the whole afternoon, but now she felt like she was energized, and her joy washed away her unknown uneasiness.

Seeing that she was as happy as a little kid, Shen Xingjiang asked someone to find a connection, and went to get it after training without even having time to eat, and it was all worth it after a busy day.

There was a desk right next to the bed, with a fan placed on the corner of the desk. Chen Xingjiang plugged in the electrical cord, and the big-headed fan started to puff... puff... and started turning.

The cool breeze blows, dispelling the scorching heat.

Jiang Wanwan closed her eyes and moved in front of the fan. Her hair was blown back into fluttering waves. Her pink lips were raised, and she closed her eyes and smiled in enjoyment.

Shen Xingjiang took off his sweaty short-sleeved shirt and casually put it on the back of the chair. He pinched Jiang Wanwan's chin, bent down with his thin waist, and held Jiang Wanwan's lips in a lingering kiss for more than ten minutes.

When they separated, the shiny silk thread was pulled apart from each other's lips. Jiang Wanwan frowned slightly, her brows slightly red, her peach blossom eyes were full of confusion and satisfaction. Her lips were swollen, moist and shiny, with silver threads hanging on them. She noticed the ambiguous pull and stretched out her pink tongue to lick it off.

"Why did you kiss me secretly?"

Shen Xingjiang reached out his hand and pressed her lips and rubbed them, his voice hoarse: “Don’t act like a spoiled child.”

Jiang Wanwan snorted.

Who is acting coquettishly?

She was just asking.

Shen Xingjiang chuckled: "I took the trouble to get you a fan, can't I get some reward? I kissed you twice and you groaned at me."

Jiang Wanwan pursed her lips, raised her slender and well-proportioned legs with skin as smooth as cream, and rubbed her lotus-seed toes against the zipper of his pants. She slowly lay down on the army green sheets, her hair spread out, a few strands hanging in front of her chest, outlining the ups and downs of her breasts, and her slender waist.

Her fair skin was still dotted with traces left yesterday, and the ambiguity emitted a fatal temptation in the night.

Almost instantly, Jiang Wanwan felt someone's terrible change on her toes.

Jiang Wanwan's lips trembled slightly. Knock, is it too late to run now?

Just when she wanted to retreat, Shen Xingjiang held her ankle with one hand, and his thumb left a faint red mark on her ankle joint: "You are so cowardly that you run away after teasing, can Comrade Jiang change that?"

Jiang Wanwan wanted to cry but had no tears. She covered her eyes with her arms and kicked her legs in a naughty manner.

"I didn't mean to do that. I just wanted to tease you. Who knew you would react so strongly?"

"Please spare me."

Shen Xingjiang was so angry that he laughed: "Comrade Jiang, you should shut up and beg me to finish it quickly. What are you dreaming about?"

Others say that men don’t remember what they said in bed, but in their family, Jiang Wanwan will never remember what they said in bed.

He said it many times.

Everything is fine, except this one.

Jiang Wanwan heard the sound of him unbuttoning his belt with one hand. The metal button was pulled open little by little, and then the metal zipper. The sound was extremely slow, hammering nails into the softest part of her heart little by little. She was asking for trouble. Why would she tease a man at this time?

It would be fine if it was just a normal thing, but today he contributed a fan to the family!

Jiang Wanwan, oh Jiang Wanwan, could you please keep a cool head next time? Don't just stretch your legs over to him because he's so handsome standing there!

There was no point in saying more, she could only comfort herself silently.

It’s actually pretty good. With the fan on, it’s not too hot.

Jiang Wanwan was like a poor little fish, being tossed to and fro, swaying here and there. She closed her eyes and heard the sound of waves getting louder and louder, and a sticky feeling like the mucus on a fish's body, rubbing all over her body and the quilt.

He doesn't sweat much with the fan on, and Chen Xingjiang becomes more and more courageous as he gets more and more adventurous.

Listening from outside, the man's low growl and the woman's delicate sobs mixed together.

During the last few times, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but scratch his back. When Chen Xingjiang was washing the sheets and Jiang Wanwan's pajamas, he pulled his back and it felt hot.

It was already late at night when he finished hanging up the clothes. He went outside to cook a bowl of noodles. After eating and brushing his teeth, he came back, turned the fan to the maximum, got into bed, and took Jiang Wanwan into his broad arms.

The hair on Jiang Wanwan's forehead was fluffy, and Shen Xingjiang lowered his head and kissed her: "Wanwan...Xiaoyuanyuan?"

At first Jiang Wanwan didn’t react, but when she heard someone calling her by her nickname, she rubbed her forehead against Shen Xingjiang’s arm: “…Dad…”

Shen Xingjiang: “…”

Who the hell is your dad!

He pushed her away in anger, feeling lonely and empty in his arms and unable to sleep. After a while, he hugged her again and bit Jiang Wanwan's face hard: "Bad girl!"

Jiang Wanwan opened her eyes dazedly and covered her face pitifully. She was half asleep and half awake, but she still remembered to seek justice for herself. She slapped Shen Xingjiang on the face softly: "You are the bad guy. Don't lie to me by saying that a mosquito bit my face. I know it was you who bit me!"

After saying this, he closed his eyelids and fell asleep.

The tender little white hand remained on Shen Xingjiang's face. In the dark night, besides the sound of the fan, a man's low laughter could be heard.

"My girl is really... smart."

…

The Qinhuai River is filled with lights on both sides, and painted boats are floating on the river. The sound of the pipa in the boat is mixed with the snoring of the white cat.

"What did you say?"

The man's voice was colder than the water of Qinhuai River. It sounded soft, but in fact it was chilling to the bones of others.

The woman kneeling on the ground lowered her head and said, "Brother, please, save my child's father."

There is only one person in this world who can save Cheng Hanzhang, and that is the man in front of her, her cousin and also her former fiancé.

"What child's father! Wuhuan, you ran away from your marriage three years ago, and the young master has been worried about you and thinking about you. He even sent people to look for you all over the world. Now that you are back, just be a stable young lady of the Qin family, and don't say anything that will displease the young master!" Uncle Liang, the Qin family's housekeeper, has watched them grow up since they were young, and he was worried that this silly girl would say something she shouldn't and anger the young master.

Qin Xiaoye, to be precise her name is not Qin Xiaoye, that is the name she gave herself when she met Cheng Hanzhang. She was originally the inheritor of a century-old family of traditional Chinese medicine, the sixth generation of the Qin family, Qin Wuhuan.

The south places great emphasis on clans, and the Qin family continues the genealogy system. As a family of traditional Chinese medicine, they have a profound heritage. By the sixth generation, the Qin family has preserved hundreds of secret prescriptions, twelve of which can cure hundreds of poisons. There are not only prescriptions, but also ready-made pills.

As long as Qin Xiaoye can get a pill, Cheng Hanzhang can still be saved.

She begged sincerely, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed to the man several times: "Brother, save him... My child cannot be without a father, please save him for the sake of my one-month-old child..."

The pleasure boat slowly glided across the river, its wooden carved windows draped with sky-blue tassels. The man was wearing a moon-white Chinese-style robe, his face was elegant, his temperament was cold, and beside him lay a big white cat. His hand with a jade ring slowly brushed across the cat's body. He didn't look like someone from the 1970s, but more like a young master from a foreign land.

Qin Botang opened his lips slightly, and said calmly as if he was telling someone to prepare lunch: "Uncle Liang, the young lady hasn't woken up yet. Throw her into the river to wake her up. Don't let me hear any more crazy words."