Zhong Mingwei really didn't feel jealous. He trusted Chen Qingxuan's character and had no concerns about Mei Ya. But he still sighed silently, hoping that after this incident, Chen Qingxuan would be able to let it go completely, and also hoping that it would not affect the friendship between Chen Qingxuan and Kong Wenmin.
He leaned over and kissed his sleeping little girl, sighing helplessly and lovingly: "You little troublemaker."
The little girl in his arms frowned and turned over impatiently, with her back to the man. The man was a little unhappy, and gently turned her over, then hugged their little girl and fell asleep.
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When Kong Wenmin chased out of Prince An's mansion, he didn't walk far before he saw Chen Qingxuan standing under a phoenix tree on the opposite side of the road. He was wearing the moon-white gown that Kong Wenmin had given him. Standing under the emerald green of the tree, he looked particularly dazzling. Besides, Chen Qingxuan was a clothes hanger, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he looked like a white crane when he stood there. Even though the summer heat was steaming, Kong Wenmin felt cool all over when he looked at the white crane-like person opposite him, and even his burning face didn't hurt much anymore.
"Didn't you just say that you never wanted to see me in this life? Why are you waiting for me here again?" Kong Wenmin walked slowly to Chen Qingxuan, supported himself on the tree trunk with one hand, and looked at Chen Qingxuan with a slight anger.
"I'm not waiting for you." How could Chen Qingxuan admit it? He ignored Kong Wenmin and turned around and walked away with his head down.
In fact, he regretted it the moment his fist hit Kong Wenmin's face. If he thought about it for a while longer, he would have realized that there must be a misunderstanding, but he was impulsive, especially when Mei Ya looked at him with that expression of wanting to say something but not wanting to, he couldn't control himself. He felt that he had received a great insult and stimulation. In fact, if it was someone else, it would be nothing, but that was Mei Ya! How could he allow himself to be a sword-taking in Mei Ya's eyes?
Absolutely not!
So his fist still landed on Kong Wenmin's face, so he regretted it so much now.
To him, Kong Wenmin is a very special existence. The two of them were at loggerheads in the beginning but gradually came to appreciate each other. Along the way, there were misunderstandings, twists and turns, teasing, and care. Chen Qingxuan had never dealt with a military general like Kong Wenmin. Naturally, Pang Yi was also a military general, but Pang Yi and Kong Wenmin were different. At least in Chen Qingxuan's heart, Kong Wenmin was closer. This man was more than ten years older than him, mature and stable, and was born with the trait of caring for people. After a brief period of tension in the beginning, Kong Wenmin's care and help for Chen Qingxuan made it difficult for Chen Qingxuan, who had been without a father since childhood and had always had a strong desire for fatherly love, not to care about him and not want to get close to him. So in Chen Qingxuan's heart, Kong Wenmin has always been in a very special position, but this kind of specialness, Chen Qingxuan himself can't explain clearly.
Kong Wenmin watched Chen Qingxuan turn around and walk away, paused, and then followed silently behind him. The two of them walked slowly across the street, one after the other, then turned and walked onto another street. Then Kong Wenmin watched Chen Qingxuan walk into "Renhuitang".
Kong Wenmin did not follow him in. He stood at the door of the pharmacy, smiling with his lips pursed. But before he could laugh out loud, the pain made him grimace again.
"This kid was too ruthless. It was clearly just a boiled chicken..." Kong Wenmin complained softly while taking a breath.
Chen Qingxuan bought ointment and pills from the pharmacy, glanced at Kong Wenmin, and handed the paper bag in his hand to Kong Wenmin a little embarrassedly, saying unhappily, "Take it."
"What is this?" Kong Wenmin leaned against the wall, tilted his head and squinted at Chen Qingxuan, "One slap and three rubs?"
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