Jiang Changxi didn't dare to look at Zhou Lan, but just said: "You can move on then."
Then he was helped by Dali to get into the car, walking, sitting and lying down very delicately.
Zhou Lan got into the car in confusion, changed his shoes, and looked at Jiang Changxi one by one, thinking that there must be some cleverness in it that he didn't know how to use.
And I especially want to hold my wife’s hand and see the difference. It’s not very useful to comfort myself.
Sir: "Ahem, there are still many anecdotes about strange people in the world."
Jiang Changle went over and slapped Jiang Changxi on the shoulder: "Sister, thank you for your hard work."
Zhou Lan really couldn't calm down this time: "Yes, but it's the same as Dali. God, he was born with a lot of strength."
This is something that a woman should be really proud of, but it really doesn't sound good if she can't say it out loud.
Jiang Changle was so proud and patted his chest: "I will be like this in the future."
Zhou Lan looked at Jiang Changxi stupidly: "Seriously."
Jiang Changxi: "You can't take it seriously. I'm afraid Chang Le doesn't have this talent."
That means you have this talent. Zhou Lan continued to look silly, looking at Jiang Changxi with a straight look. No wonder his wife was able to push him into a squat. She must have held back her strength at that time.
Thinking about it, I was in danger. If I didn't lose my strength, I might be pushed out of the carriage by my wife. Well, I don't dare to think about it. The picture is not good-looking.
Jiang Changle looked at Zhou Lan's uneasy expression: "He is so happy."
Jiang Changxi also looked over and thought, right? At least he needs to digest it.
The teacher said to himself that his male disciple might be thinking about his family status in the future, or what he should do if he encounters danger from his family.
It wasn't until he got to Sutou that Zhou Lan came to his senses, got out of the car and helped his wife out of the car.
Jiang Changxi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, in Zhou Lan's heart, she was still a delicate woman, not a tomboy.
Then Zhou Lan asked a very magical thing: "From now on, you must eat well and be full, and don't starve because of face."
Jiang Changxi was very puzzled as to where these words came from. The young couple walked to the inn and said, "Husband, I can still be so hungry that I will die."
Zhou Lan: "Can strength come in vain? You must need a lot of food. Don't be afraid to eat because of face. Have you ever been hungry in the past?"
This is really not the case, it's just that my appetite is slightly better.
Jiang Changxi: "Husband, you are worrying too much." Who can I be afraid of, and whose opinions can I take into consideration?
You can't say these words like this, otherwise Zhou Lan will definitely be a little hurt.
After dinner, Jiang Changxi took the girls to bed.
The remaining teacher enlightened his male disciple: "Look at the best, this is a good thing. You see, although your life may be more difficult, your future children may be gifted with great strength. This is equivalent to
It improves the bloodline, right?"
Zhou Lan nodded, absolutely agreeing with this, but what he was asking was: "Sir, why do disciples have to live a more difficult life?"
Is there any need to ask? For such a powerful wife, your henpeck is already an existence in another dimension.
It's a pity that this disciple is so shrewd that he didn't think of it. Sir, I don't know whether to give some guidance to the disciple.
Looking at the disciple pitifully: "You have to know, my female disciple has such strength, you'd better not provoke her, if I mean just in case, if you do it, you may injure your muscles."
Bone-moving.”
Zhou Lan: "Sir, Chang Xi is not such a person. We are a very good couple. How can we do something? I am a man. I should pity her and love her. If I do something, what kind of person will this disciple be?"
What he said was so conclusive that if his eyes weren't wandering, he would have believed it.
Moreover, Zhou Lan also had his own insights: "Sir, my disciple finally understands that it is very important to have sufficient strength to reduce benefits at the same time."
There is nothing wrong with this statement. The only thing wrong is that your wife is different from other people’s wives. You are the one who is worried.
Feeling uncomfortable being looked at by her husband, Zhou Lan had to face her husband's worries.
Zhou Lan cleared his throat: "Sir, you are overthinking. Chang Xi is not that kind of person."
Seeing his disciple calmly walk out of the room, the husband felt like a villain, which was unnecessary. In other words, his male disciple was just trying to slap a fat man in the face.
Outside the door, Zhou Lan covered his heart and comforted himself, Chang Xi is definitely not such a person. You see how well he has taken care of himself during this period, why would he do anything with him?
Even if he uses his hands, he must restrain his strength, such as the time when he was pushed away on the carriage. Such as the time when his face was slapped away, such as...
Why do you feel like you can't think too much? Before you know it, cold sweat breaks out from your temples. Why do you feel like you've passed by danger several times?
Jiang Changle looked at his brother-in-law at the door: "What are you doing if you don't come in?"
Zhou Lan: "I want to go see your sister. I don't know if she is asleep at this time."
Chang Le: "My sister said that it is rainy today and the light of the candles is unstable, which hurts the eyes when reading. So she has taken a rest today."
So I didn’t study today and took a break early. Zhou Lan wanted to ask, which day is the candlelight particularly stable?
My wife's words were too perfunctory. Why did she say them? Could it be that she was more nervous than myself.
Zhou Lan: "Then let me go and tell her that we should rest early today."
Chang Le: "I said it for you."
Zhou Lan said to his brother-in-law who was beating the mandarin ducks: "Thank you for being so considerate, but I don't need you to do this."
Chang Le was not happy: "I am so considerate and yet be rejected by others. I am so unsatisfied. If you ask, what else can you find new?"
Zhou Lan blocked his brother-in-law's thoughts and went to his wife's door: "Ahem, Chang Xi doesn't want to study today. Do you want to do an accounting?"
Inside the door, Jiang Changxi raised his eyebrows, "Aren't I afraid that you won't be able to calm down for a while? Is it easy for me to give you time to digest?"
Why are you still chasing after me: "You have worked hard all the way, uncle. Don't let your body get exhausted from studying. Take a rest early."
Dali was gesturing on the side, "Grandma, what you said is really disgusting."
Jiang Changxi bared his teeth at Dali, and then said: "Chang Le needs me to work harder."
Zhou Lan: "Of course it should be, then I hope you take a rest earlier."
They didn't even open the door, and Zhou Lan felt a little regretful.
Hearing that the people outside were leaving, Dali said: "Grandma, why are you so cautious towards me today? Are you afraid that I admire you too much?"
Jiang Changxi said in his heart that there are advantages to having a simple mind. If you look at Dali, you will have no worries: "Dali, do you think you are special and different?"
Dali raised his chin and said: "To be precise, he is uniquely proud. After all, not everyone has such a talent as a slave."