Chapter 86 "How could you be like her, Silly Bao"
The next second, her wrist was grasped by the man's bony hand.
Jing Zhuo pulled her over and looked her up and down: "Did you suffer any loss?"
"ah?"
"Come here and let me check your body."
Song Xi was confused.
It turns out that he didn't want to deal with her.
She shook her head and let Jing Zhuo examine her two slender white arms, then her arms, and then her whole body.
"I didn't suffer any loss. I was reckless. That rich second-generation kid was a coward. He screamed and howled when he saw blood. He didn't touch a hair on either of our heads."
Jing Zhuo checked her whole body and found no wounds or bruises.
Now I feel relieved.
He paused, then pulled her to sit on the bed. "Places like bars are full of mixed crowds. Don't get into trouble easily next time."
"Uh-huh."
"Zhang Hening is quite skilled and packs a powerful punch. Most people can't beat her."
Jing Zhuo said: "As for you, no one has trained you since you were a child, so your physique is weaker than hers. In the future, when you encounter something, don't rush forward, hide behind her."
Song Xi was stunned. She didn't expect him to say such warm words.
She felt a little guilty.
"So you don't blame me?" Song Xi apologized. "I actually hid it from you along with He Ning. From your perspective, it's reasonable for you to be angry. In our family relationship, she didn't listen to you, and in our marriage, I didn't tell you the truth."
Jing Zhuo frowned and said, "We'll talk about your matter later."
He stood up, unwrapped the small cake on the table, and took her hand to sit on the chair.
"This is today's new dish. Eat it first while I take care of some housework."
Song Xi sat on the chair, and his mood changed from being nervous to warm.
It turns out that he has such a good temper.
Obviously very easy to talk to.
He is a very good and gentle husband.
She picked up the fork, picked up a piece of fruit and put it in her mouth. It was sweet and tasted good.
Not far away, Jing Zhuo leaned on the sofa and picked up his cell phone to call home.
"Auntie Wang, wake up Zhang Hening and have her do 300 push-ups and horse stance for 30 minutes. Have her send the video over before dawn."
Aunt Wang's voice came through the speakerphone.
"Miss He Ning drank too much and is feeling dizzy."
"Have her scratch her throat to induce vomiting, and then do it when she wakes up."
Aunt Wang felt a little reluctant: "Sir, this..."
"Tell her that if it can't be finished before dawn, there won't be this staircase when I return to the Crane Mansion tomorrow."
Aunt Wang immediately agreed on Zhang Hening's behalf.
"Okay, okay, I'll go get the lady to do it right away. She can do it and will definitely finish it before dawn!"
Song Xi, who had just taken a bite of the sweet cake, said: "..."
I can't eat anymore.
Oh my god.
So scary.
His voice was so cold and his aura was so strong that anyone who was in the same space with him would tremble.
Is this the pressure from Big Brother?
Jing Zhuo hung up the phone and glanced at her. Song Xi and the man's eyes met, and she swallowed.
"Should I…should I do it too?"
Jing Zhuo glanced at her food progress: "You eat first."
"oh……"
Song Xi's heart was hanging in the air and couldn't calm down.
He didn't explicitly say that he wouldn't punish her. Does he have a trick up his sleeve?
She thought of what Zhang Hening had said: "When you get to know him well, he will punish you."
Song Xi was very nervous.
The cake is small, like a small dessert, and does not take up much space in the stomach.
She finished her meal in a few bites and secretly glanced at Jing Zhuo. The man met her gaze as if nothing had happened.
"Aren't you going to take a shower?"
"Wash it." Song Xi finished packing the boxes, "I'll wash it right away."
It was very late, so she took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, changed into her pajamas, and went to bed smelling sweet.
Then she saw Jing Zhuo changed into a silk bathrobe-style pajamas and sat on the bed waiting for her.
Just as Song Xi climbed onto the bed, she felt a tightness around her waist and was pulled over by him, lying on top of him.
"Are you feeling sorry for your best friend?" Jing Zhuo asked calmly.
There was a faint rose scent at the tip of her nose, mixed with the unique scent of his body, and Song Xi's mind was easily distracted.
It's easy to speak your mind.
"Induce vomiting... and then be punished. It's going to be very uncomfortable."
She had drunk alcohol before and knew how it felt.
Woo woo woo, He Ning would rather not die than commit crimes.
"Then you share the burden with her." The man said suddenly.
"What?"
Before she could come to her senses, a big hand grabbed her waist. The man's strong waist pressed against hers, controlling her movements from a subordinate position.
"One way to tie each monkey."
"Your push-ups are different from hers. You have your own way of tying them."
Jing Zhuo narrowed her eyes slightly and adjusted her movements.
"200 of them, come on me."
Song Xi supported her hands on his chest and lay on top of him, her face turning pale and red, red and pale.
What kind of push-up is this?
Why is it colored?!
"I, I can't."
"Husband will teach you."
"I, I don't want to learn..."
"Then I will triple Zhang Hening's corporal punishment. If you don't share her burden, she will bear yours."
Song Xi immediately backed off: "I'll do it."
Song Xi experienced the power of push-ups for the first time.
If Jing Zhuo hadn't held her waist, and she had been sneaking around and playing tricks, it would have been difficult for her to do five.
She's just a photographer.
She only has strength in her arms, not her legs.
Half an hour later, she gave up and lay on Jing Zhuo.
The itchy feeling on her neck was caused by his breath behind her ear, with a low, restrained voice.
"Why aren't you coming?"
"There are still 110 left to complete."
Song Xi was panting with exhaustion: "No, I'll apply for credit and make up for it next time."
The man laughed, his chest vibrating muffledly.
"This kind of thing... there's no such thing as credit."
He explained very seriously: "The rice is already in. How can we get it out if it's not cooked through?"
Song Xi's ears turned red when she heard this, and she simply buried her head in his shoulder.
Give up.
In the end, she still couldn't stand up, but Jing Zhuo didn't accept her credit and just turned around and did it for her.
The second half...
Song Xi vaguely felt that he might have done more than 110 things for them.
I can’t even count them all.
At the end of the mission, Song Xi was almost asleep from exhaustion. The man leaned into her ear and sighed helplessly.
"How can you be like her, silly baby?"
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