He stood outside and observed silently for a while...
The little woman first spread her legs wide apart, then bent her upper body down little by little until her chest was almost touching the bed.
After a moment, she turned and stretched her legs, with her lower body pressed against the bed, and her upper body lifted up from her lower abdomen, with her chest and head held high, stretching her white swan-like neck.
...She sat on the bed, her hands on her heels, her legs raised up like a folded fish. After a while, she calmly held her heels and slowly spread her legs apart like a sharp knife.
Yan Zhuo was originally quite calm, but the more he watched, the more he felt that something was stirring up trouble.
I was mainly puzzled as to why she was hiding here secretly and making these gestures?
Unable to help himself, he coughed and stepped forward, his expression dark, "What are you...doing?"
The sun was already shining outside.
As he walked in, the blocked light gradually faded from him, allowing people to gradually see his elegant face, with charm revealed in his cold eyebrows and eyes.
Sitting lazily on the bed, "To be honest, I didn't know Ying'er's body was so flexible. Maybe it's because we haven't communicated well enough?"
Jiang Ying's face was flushed. He was exhausted after half an hour of oxygen deprivation.
Hearing this, she glared at the man who was daydreaming. "What are you thinking about? This is a physical exercise called yoga. It has nothing to do with what you're talking about!"
Is it true that there are bugs living in men's heads?
Just as she was about to get out of bed, Yan Zhuo grabbed her with his long arms and held her in his arms, his warm lips touching her earlobe. "Yoga? That sounds great. Next time, just practice your yoga and I'll do the hard work."
Jiang Ying shrank back from the itch and said unhappily, "I'm hungry. I need to get up and eat."
How on earth does he manage to be so energetic?
If last night hadn't been so intense and her back wasn't sore, she wouldn't have done yoga stretching so early in the morning.
Unexpectedly, his thoughts were aroused again. Jiang Ying quickly declined the offer and tickled his armpit to break free. "Ah, my son seems to be crying. I'll go check on him."
Yan Zhuo clenched his five fingers together, but he couldn't even grab a piece of clothing.
I couldn't help but smile helplessly.
When Jiang Ying appeared in the dining room while coaxing the child in her arms, Aunt Peng's Yangchun noodles were already prepared, along with some exquisite side dishes and the glutinous rice cakes that Yan Zhuo had bought early in the morning.
Steam was rising from the small plates and bowls, and the aroma of rice was everywhere.
Seeing his favorite glutinous rice cakes, Jiang Ying's eyes lit up and he looked at Yan Zhuo, "Did you buy this?"
As he spoke, he naturally pinched a piece with his hands and put it to his son's mouth first. The little guy was now very good at eating all kinds of complementary foods. He took a bite, ate a small half, and the remaining half was put into his own mouth by Jiang Ying.
Siyu, Yinrui and Aunt Peng who were standing beside them were all used to it and looked straight ahead without any disturbance.
In fact, how could the mistress of a noble family be like her?
Some are so exquisite that they would like to count the rice grains with chopsticks when eating. What's worse, some dare not eat a full meal in front of their husbands.
But Jiang Ying couldn't do it. The thought of it made her feel like a green tea, so artificial...
She glanced at Yan Zhuo, trying to observe his reaction.
Unexpectedly, the latter was also very calm, and stretched out his hand to her with a smile, "Zhi'er, give it to me, you eat first."
Jiang Ying raised an eyebrow, "Have you eaten?"
"I ate a little this morning, so I'm not hungry now." After Jiang Ying sat down, his appetite was aroused. He also picked up the chopsticks, picked up some light and soft food, and fed it to the child bit by bit.
Little Yanzhi was naturally at a loss. Usually, whenever he saw adults eating these, his saliva would flow uncontrollably.
At this moment, he was numb, chewing on unknown food, like a fake baby running out of power.
"Eat slowly, don't choke." Yan Zhuo put down his chopsticks and naturally took out a handkerchief to wipe his son's mouth.
The whole dining room was filled with the warmth of a family.
Siyu was almost in tears watching this, thinking to herself that her young lady had finally found happiness after suffering so much!
At first, she was very worried, fearing that Jiang Ying would become Yan Zhuo's concubine, which would be unfair to herself and the child.
Now... the young lady is really powerful, look how she has King Mo under her control.
After the two of them had dinner, Yan Zhuo played with his son until his son couldn't stand it anymore and turned off his phone. Then Yan Zhuo took out the letter from Jiang Shang.
Jiang Ying laughed at himself after reading it, "It seems that my father is still hoping that Luo Qingyan can have an epiphany."
ridiculous.
If that woman cared about her own daughter at all, she would not have pretended to be deaf and dumb and not shown up for so long.
Moreover, not long ago, she went to the Duke's Mansion and asked her three brothers to help her find Jiang Yilin.
At that time, Jiang Yilin had already escaped, clearly betraying the Jiang family and being so cruel to her adoptive mother, yet she still refused to believe it.
The three brothers, the grandmother, and Jiang Ying all felt that the Luo family was completely hopeless.
So no matter how she made trouble, no one cared and let her fend for herself in Yanzhi Lane.
But Jiang Shang would certainly not ignore his first wife. As long as he got some trust, he would naturally get some money. Although Luo Shi was depressed, she would not starve to death.
Seeing that she was unhappy, Yan Zhuo decisively put the letter away.
He said calmly, "My father-in-law was once a well-known lovelorn man in the capital. It's not surprising that he couldn't make up his mind."
Jiang Ying looked at him and said, "So if I do the same thing in the future, will you kill your relatives for the sake of justice?"
"I will." Yan Zhuo did not hesitate.
Jiang Ying was stunned for a moment and sighed secretly. It wasn't that he was disappointed, but he just felt that he was crazy for asking such a boring question.
And is there any need to ask the answer?
Isn’t it clear just by looking at how the Dog Prince treated the original owner in the previous life?
Unexpectedly, the man came over again and gently embraced her in his arms. "But I believe that Ying'er will never become like that. If she really changes, it must be because I didn't do something good enough. Then, in order not to delay my children and grandchildren, I will take action against Ying'er. But after that, I will immediately follow and will never let Ying'er go down there alone."
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