Burying his head in his chest, Jiang Ying sneered at himself, "Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo, you must be laughing at me now, right? I have unknowingly developed the bad habit of only being able to fall asleep in your arms!"

It was already late at night, and the child was thrown into the ear room by Jiang Ying.

So as not to be inappropriate for children.

Yan Zhuo was sober, and the flowers in the A Piao Garden were in full bloom.

[Huh? How did it become a bad habit? He thinks this habit is good, very good!]

[I like to lie in bed with him during the day, it would be even better if he doesn’t run around…]

Of course, Yan Zhuo had no opinion on Jiang Ying's sect.

On the contrary, when she was out running, he felt so guilty that he just wanted to wake up quickly to help her share the burden.

The woman he was talking about should have just eaten, drunken and played, and spent more time with the children, but now she has to bear so much!

With his eyes closed, Jiang Ying was almost falling asleep when he felt something hooking his finger.

He opened his eyes, raised his upper body and looked at him. Good fellow, you are the dog king!

His hand miraculously moved a little inward, just enough to touch the half of Jiang Ying's fingertips that were resting on his belly and hanging outside.

Point your index finger upwards and touch her slowly and rhythmically.

Jiang Ying was a little surprised and looked down at Yan Zhuo's face, "Are you awake?"

Unfortunately, there was no response for a long time.

Jiang Ying even pretended to be angry, "If you wake up and keep pretending that I am waiting on you, I will be very angry!"

"Yanzhuo? Yanzhuo?"

After shouting twice, she turned over unconsciously and sat directly on Yan Zhuo's waist. She reached out to flip up the man's eyelids until she saw that his pupils were dilated and unfocused. Only then did she believe that he was not awake. What about the advanced version of limb reflex?

There have been so many inexplicable things happening these days!

Thinking of this, Jiang Ying suddenly felt something hitting his butt.

she,"……"

As a doctor, this is not the first time that he has helped Yan Zhuo to bathe his body.

So, she knew very well what it was, but even if it was not an uncommon physiological reaction, wasn't the frequency of the Dog King too high?

She asked Qi Ren and Kunan implicitly, but they didn't tell her about all these weird things that happened when they were serving her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ying continued to be as steady as an old dog. He sat on Yan Zhuo's waist and moved forward a little to avoid him. Then he supported his chest with both hands and leaned over to his ear.

She deliberately blew a breath into his ear, "Yan Zhuo, you can hear me... you are conscious... right?"

She grabbed the hand he had just moved, held it in front of her eyes, and asked again, "If you can hear me, can you move a finger and let me know?"

Staring at it without blinking, Jiang Ying felt a surge of anticipation in his heart.

Perhaps, plants that react with consciousness can wake up better than plants that know nothing?

Little did she know that her question would stump Yan Zhuo!

I don't know whether I should expose myself...

Of course he didn't want to do that privately, because if that happened, his wife would definitely stop cleaning and changing his clothes for him in the future.

But such a selfish thought was discarded as soon as it emerged in his mind!

At the fingertips, Jiang Ying's eyes naturally danced.

Jiang Ying was overjoyed, "Can you really hear me talking to you?"

[I can hear it.] Yan Zhuo said it in a 뀞 sound and moved his fingers again.

This made Jiang Ying very happy. She leaned over and hugged Yan Zhuo tightly, and something warm slipped into his neck.

Yan Zhuo's soul choked, he couldn't believe that the girl actually cried, crying for him, it was rare and painful.

[Be good, don't cry, I'm fine.] He tried to move his fingers.

Jiang Ying felt it, grabbed it, put it to his lips and kissed it, "Yeah, yeah, I understand, I understand you won't leave me alone. Blame me, stupid, for not testing your consciousness earlier. It's good like this now, I say, listen, it makes me feel like I'm not fighting alone."

Otherwise, she will find a way!

You will definitely be able to think of a way to wake up the child's father!

However, this thought took a long time, and I tried countless times during this period.

She was really ashamed and shameless, so she used her hands to help the dog king vent!

She also used a silver needle to prick his fingernails, crying as she did so. Tears flowed all over Yanzhuo's face, as if he was crying in pain.

Jiang Ying tried all kinds of bizarre methods for half a month, but finally gave up after realizing that they were all useless.

She said calmly, "Good fortune will not bring misfortune, but misfortune cannot be avoided."

"Yan Zhuo, I'll wait for you."

The latter naturally gestured with his fingers frantically, indicating that he was willing to accept any exaggerated stimulation, because he was almost dying of pain and just wanted to wake up, hug the girl tightly in his arms, kiss her, and love her!

But no one can change what Jiang Ying has decided.

Over the next two months, she did just as she had imagined. She went to the palace during the day to check on Concubine Chen's pregnancy, and returned home on time at 3 p.m. to accompany her child, chat with her, read books and picture books to her father and mother, and prepare delicious food.

When a baby is lying in bed, his diet needs to be light, soft and easy to digest. Children who have just started to eat complementary foods have similar requirements.

It's quite filling to eat one piece, but Jiang Ying is lazy, so luckily we don't have to make two servings!

Often, she would force the food that her son couldn't finish into Yan Zhuo's mouth, "Don't spit it out. Your son ate it, are you still going to throw it away?"

Yan Zhuo, "..."

He didn't dare to reject it, but could he just let it go since it was vomited out?

When will this day end?

Eating is easy, but studying is a disaster.

One likes to listen to martial arts picture books about killing, and the other loves historical theories. They are like a poor student who draws in class and a focused student. The contrast is too great, and it is really difficult for Jiang Ying, a teacher who has just graduated, to be a good student.

Just after he finished reading The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre to his son, this guy took out the wooden sword that Yan Zhuo had made before and found in the Prince's Mansion, and stabbed Yan Zhuo in the forehead with the sword, "Hehehehe..."

[Scumbag dad, what I hold in my hand is the Heavenly Sword, called Heavenly Sword, no one dares to disobey, do you obey? ]

Yan Zhuo, "..."

Jiang Ying rolled his eyes and threw away his son's weak sword. "Okay, your half hour is over. Now it's time for Daddy to listen to the Han Dynasty."

Poor thing, putting down a book and picking up another one.

Undoubtedly, these books were all taken from the space by her, and in order to prevent Yan Zhuo from suffering from lying in bed all day, she also hired the best carpenter, drew the drawings herself, and made a wheelchair for Yan Zhuo.

In this way, you can push him for a walk from time to time.

Even though he couldn't open his eyes, he could still sense it, which could be considered a kind of environmental stimulation.

In three months, the stars move, the seasons change, and when the green leaves on the trees fall in batches, autumn comes.