Yan Zhuo's entire body stiffened, and his thick eyebrows furrowed in thought. "How did you know I was coming?"
That doesn’t make sense. Yan Zhuo is quite confident in his skills!
Jiang Ying stopped patting the child's back. His monkey son was already soundly asleep, his fair little face as tender as a freshly peeled egg.
Her lips were an alluring shade of pink, her eyelashes were curled, her expression was peaceful, and she curled up beside her like a soft glutinous rice ball.
A fat little hand with distinct wrinkles was placed on his granary intentionally or unintentionally, and Jiang Ying glanced at it and waved it away.
Sensing the movement, the monkey son sucked his lips, as if he was still immersed in the delicious food before going to bed.
"Mmmmm..." Jiang Ying kissed the child from a distance. After being together for a long time, the child was still very cute.
Especially every part of the body is like that, soft and milky, and it feels warm and comfortable to hug, as if there are no bones at all.
After getting out of bed, she considerately closed the gauze curtains to protect her monkey son from mosquitoes.
Walking to the table outside, Jiang Ying pretended that the Dog Prince didn't exist. He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in two or three gulps.
Yan Zhuo glanced at her and said, "A cow chewing a peony."
"No one invited you to watch the cow chewing on the peony." Jiang Ying certainly did not show weakness.
If he hadn't come uninvited, she would have fallen asleep with her child by now.
I don't know why he suddenly went crazy.
"You haven't told me yet, how did you find me?" Yan Zhuo sat down and took out a small dagger from somewhere, which was about the length of a palm and the size of a fruit knife. He didn't even look at Jiang Ying, but played with the wick casually.
The knife was actually made of shiny gold, and it was a bit dazzling under the light!
Jiang Ying's gaze was unconsciously drawn to him. "Everyone has their own strengths. You martial artists have sharp hearing. As for me, since I'm a doctor, my nose is pretty good."
Yan Zhuo doesn't like sweet scents, so he uses bamboo leaf ash to scent his clothes. The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, when you close your eyes and take a sniff, makes you feel as refreshed as if you are in a bamboo forest in the mountains.
To be honest, Jiang Ying quite likes him, but... she definitely won't tell him!
Yan Zhuo's confusion was resolved and his frown relaxed.
Jiang Ying sat across from him. "I've already answered your question. What can I do for you?"
I wondered, doesn't he hate himself very much?
Since giving birth to the child, she has repeatedly expressed that she has no intention of getting involved with him, but this man has instead taken the initiative to appear time and time again. Is he a masochist?
"Of course I came to see the child, okay." Yan Zhuo looked away uncomfortably, pretending to look inside the gauze curtain.
The girl's boudoir was smoky pink, and from his angle he could see almost the entire furnishings of the room.
In a hazy state, there was a small ball sleeping on the bed, like a small animal, its chest rising and falling in a long and regular manner.
It means the child is sleeping soundly.
Yan Zhuo felt a little envious, but also a little uncomfortable.
Because he had never slept so soundly since he was a child, whether he was in the bedroom of the palace or on a temporary outing, it was difficult for him to fall asleep.
Why can the son speak sincerely?
Is it because I have my mother by my side that it feels so different?
Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo withdrew his gaze and fell on Jiang Ying's face. The woman had a delicate face, skin as white as lecithin, a delicate forehead and beautiful eyebrows. To be honest, she was particularly beautiful and lively.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to keep her in the first place.
That's my personality...
"Then, Your Highness, are you satisfied now? If you are, I won't see you off. I'm tired after a day's work and I want to wash up and go to bed." Jiang Ying didn't bother to care what he was thinking with his eyes narrowed, and directly drove him away.
Yan Zhuo, "..."
The hand playing with the dagger froze in mid-air.
In fact, he was waiting for Jiang Ying to speak and ask for the dagger in his hand.
It's made of gold after all.
Whether this woman was vain before giving birth or transparent and fair after giving birth, it was difficult to hide one thing.
——She loves money.
So Yan Zhuo had predicted that even if he sat here and said nothing, Jiang Ying would definitely be attracted by the golden dagger he deliberately took out.
In fact, Jiang Ying was indeed attracted and had been admiring her with his eyes for a long time, but Jiang Ying also understood the principle of no reward without merit.
The money belongs to someone else. Unless she earned it in a fair and honest way, she would not have any greedy thoughts about it.
She even walked towards the window and pretended to close it, "Your Highness came in through the window, are you planning to leave through the door later?"
Once again reminding the Dog Prince that it’s time to go!
Yan Zhuo's face darkened, but the candlelight was dim and it was not very visible.
He suddenly stood up and turned to go back into the house. "Since you want to see the child, you have to see him for real."
Jiang Ying, “…”
Dog stuff!
Fortunately, she is very good to her child now. She is not the black-hearted mother she used to be. She has raised her monkey son to be plump and white like a tofu snack. Who wouldn’t praise her for raising him well?
Are you afraid that the Dog Prince will suddenly come to inspect?
Slowly opening the gauze curtain, Yan Zhuo was ready to observe his son's sleeping posture. A miniature version of himself sleeping soundly with his mouth tilted up had already appeared in his mind. But when he looked down, what he saw was a baby with his head facing outward, legs facing inward, and a pair of eyes bigger than walnuts.
Seeing him, Xiao Yanzhi's eyes turned slightly, and he didn't seem to be surprised.
I don’t even know if it was Yan Zhuo’s illusion, but it felt like the little guy actually curled his lips in disdain?
That was certainly not an illusion, because Jiang Ying had already heard his son's disgust.
[Another scumbag dad! ]
[You're not sleeping in the middle of the night. Tell me, are you trying to cause trouble for my mother?]
[Mother, please ignore him. He had a hobby of climbing walls in the middle of the night in his previous life. When he gets bored, he will leave on his own.]
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