Jiang Ling looked at Yu Xingxi, who was lying on the ground with a pale face, feeling a little disappointed and regretful.
"I thought he was a warrior." She muttered to herself.
Why was Zhou Jing'an so scared when he touched him?
Jiang Ling looked at Zhou Jing'an who was walking towards her with a smile on his face, feeling puzzled.
Is he scary?
If she asked, everyone present would nod vigorously and tell her: Yes.
Your husband is terrible.
He is just gentle and well-behaved in front of you!
Zhou Jingan walked over and took her hand, then asked her softly, "Are you still angry?"
Should I go and teach her a lesson myself?
Although he was reluctant to dirty Jiang Ling's hands.
Jiang Ling shook her head. "I wasn't angry in the first place."
She pointed to the fried plums on the table and said, "I bought this for you. Let's go home."
Zhou Jing'an smiled and nodded, reached out to take the plum pancake, and took her hand to get into the carriage.
Although there was a minor incident, the axle was repaired and the reinforced axle ran very smoothly.
Zhou Jing'an opened the oil paper, took out a pancake with plums and handed it to Jiang Ling's lips, which Jiang Ling took a bite of.
"Is it delicious?" He looked at her tenderly.
Jiang Ling nodded and replied vaguely: "It's delicious."
Looking at her cheeks puffing up as she ate the fried plums, Zhou Jing'an felt his heart swell up.
Jiang Ling ignored his gaze. She understood that a short separation is better than a new marriage.
"Ling'er, I'm sorry." He suddenly said this out of the blue.
Jiang Ling turned her head and asked in confusion: "Why are you apologizing all of a sudden?"
Zhou Jingan held her hand and frowned slightly, "I've wronged you."
He actually asked anyone to run up to Jiang Ling and humiliate and shout at her.
Zhou Jing'an felt both distressed and guilty.
Jiang Ling thought it was something else and waved her hand nonchalantly, "This is not something you can control, is it?"
She leaned on his shoulder and said in a relaxed tone, "You can't control everyone, so there's no need to apologize."
Zhou Jing'an put his arms around her waist, and seeing that she didn't care at all, he still felt guilty in his heart.
Failed to protect her.
It's his fault.
But since Jiang Ling said so, he didn't mention it again, otherwise she would continue to be unhappy.
He put his hand on her belly and asked her softly if she had felt uncomfortable these days.
"No." Jiang Ling shook her head. "Don't I tell you I'm fine in my letters every day? Except I'm tired every day. But traveling is always tiring."
Zhou Jing'an still felt distressed and leaned over to massage her legs, but Jiang Ling quickly stopped him.
She held him down and said, "I'm not tired now. Let's talk about it when we get home."
He was in the carriage. If Ye Song and the others saw him, how would Zhou Jing'an maintain his tall image?
Zhou Jing'an had no choice but to give up and thought about giving her a good foot soak in the evening to relax her.
At night, after washing up, Jiang Ling pushed her head away helplessly and said, "I can just soak it myself."
Zhou Jing'an knelt in front of her, lowered his head and washed and massaged her. She felt a little embarrassed.
"It's inconvenient for you to bend down, so let me do it." Zhou Jing'an didn't listen to her, and even rubbed his head against her palm when Jiang Ling pushed his head.
Jiang Ling couldn't persuade him, so she just let him do it.
While soaking her feet, she told him about what she had seen and heard in the past few days, how beautiful the flower fields were, how good the Xu family was at doing business, and how the flower dishes there were exquisitely presented and tasted good.
He also mentioned the Xu brothers and sisters, saying that they were really good at growing flowers and were so talented at such a young age.
"...I've also written down some tips for growing flowers. I'll write them down for you tomorrow and send a copy to Wuliu Street."
As she was talking, Jiang Ling lowered her head and found Zhou Jing'an staring at her without blinking.
A little well-behaved.
She couldn't help but smile and reached out to pinch his face.
Not soft, a bit hard.
Well, I'm angry.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Zhou Jingan pursed his lips, his tone somewhat resentful, "You mentioned Xu Tang five times."
He is counting them all.
They said he was handsome, that he was very considerate in his dealings with others, that he helped run the family business and kept it very organized...
In short, they are all words of praise for him.
Jiang Ling couldn't help laughing and laughed twice with his head tilted back.
"You're jealous." She smiled with her eyebrows curved. "I mentioned Tao smiled, why didn't you count?"
Zhou Jing'an said nothing, but his expression relaxed a little.
Well, he counted seven times he mentioned the girl.
Jiang Ling raised the corners of her mouth and wanted to laugh when she saw his awkward little look.
She lifted her feet and swung them twice, making a splashing sound, and deliberately said, "The water is cold."
Zhou Jing'an came back to his senses, quickly took a cloth to wipe her clean, and directly carried her horizontally to the bed.
Jiang Ling smiled secretly at his still somewhat cold face, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.
Someone went to pour the water for washing feet, and Zhou Jing'an went to the side room to wash up.
It seems like it has been like this ever since Jiang Ling became pregnant.
Zhou Jing'an waited for her to finish washing and tidying herself up, let her rest on the bed first, took good care of her, and then went to wash and tidy herself up.
Jiang Ling looked at his back and muttered with a smile: "You are so jealous."
Zhou Jing'an had good hearing. When he heard this, he paused and the tips of his ears turned red, and the laughter behind him became louder.
Jiang Ling slept for a long time after lunch today, but she was not sleepy now. She picked up a storybook and read it to kill time while waiting for him.
After Zhou Jingan finished washing up, he walked to the bedside, raised his hand and knocked on the book in her hand, and said softly and coaxingly: "Read it tomorrow, it's too late and it will hurt your eyes."
"Okay." Jiang Ling handed it to him to put away. Zhou Jing'an smiled and touched her head, then stood up to extinguish the candle.
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