Followed by: "I will never listen to Chang Le's nonsense again. He doesn't understand anything and just deceives me."
Jiang Changxi nodded. In fact, what Chang Le said was right. Didn't you meet me and give you reverse thinking?
Jiang Changxi took the opportunity and said: "It's getting late, why don't you take a rest?"
Zhou Lan looked at his wife, a little reluctant, and went back to his room to rest. There was no way the two of them could talk more together.
Jiang Changxi was resentful by Zhou Lan's eyes. This guy still wanted to continue to pester him.
To be honest, the room is very warm, but after all, it is not floor heating. The cold air is reflected from the bottom of the feet upwards, freezing the feet.
So Jiang Changxi looked at the hall, they were all members of his own family, why should they stand and suffer: "Let's go and talk on the heated Kang."
Zhou Lan looked in that direction, his mind a little confused. Wouldn't it be good if there were only the couple? What if he loses his composure?
But he couldn't resist the temptation of sitting on the heated ondol with his wife and studying together. He didn't know how to take steps, and reached the edge of the heated ondol one step ahead of Jiang Changxi.
He knew better, so he let his wife sit on it first, and then Zhou Lan quickly covered her feet with the quilt.
He shyly sat down opposite his wife, and then tentatively put his feet under the quilt. Seeing that his wife didn't object, his face turned red.
Jiang Changxi was also stunned by Zhou Lan's actions and shy and probing expression. You must be using the most cowardly expression to do the most shameless thing.
It is said to be a heated ondol, but it is just a wall of fire built from the east room. It is much narrower than the heated ondol. Sitting on it, doing accounts and reading, is definitely warmer than sitting on a chair.
When Jiang Changxi said this, she really didn't think much about it, but Zhou Lan's expression made her feel that she had thought less.
Pretending to be calm, he even handed Zhou Lan a pillow so that the two of them could talk more comfortably.
Use a serious attitude to correct Zhou Lan's wandering thoughts. I hope Zhou Lan can get rid of the strange things in his mind.
Jiang Changxi didn't need to greet Dafu. There was hot tea on the kang table. He poured a cup for Zhou Lan: "You should relax a little. Although it is just a day of relaxation, entertaining guests is not easy at all."
Zhou Lan looked at the table where his wife had done her accounting just now and the Kang table now, and thought that he had taken a big step forward in the distance and could sit on the heated Kang table with his wife.
It feels like the couple is not so alienated, so why do they feel so comfortable?
Then he picked up the hot tea and drank it, needing to suppress his racing heart. His mind was racing.
Jiang Changxi hurriedly stopped him: "Hot" but he was a step too late. Jiang Changxi felt bad for Zhou Lan, who had already drank it.
Jiang Changxi hurried over and ordered: "Is it hot or not?"
Zhou Lan stuck out his tongue: "No, no, it's very hot." He couldn't speak clearly.
Jiang Changxi leaned over and took a closer look: "Be careful, what are you thinking about?"
Zhou Lan was stunned by his wife's face at close range: "No, I didn't think anything of it, it's really warm here."
His tongue was numb, but Zhou Lan didn't feel it. In his eyes was his wife's face up close, and in his nose was the fragrance of his daughter-in-law's hair. He was in a trance and didn't know why.
Jiang Changxi: "That's natural. In our house, I also asked people to build such a fire wall in the hall. From now on, if you get bored studying in the house, you can go to the hall to get some air and rest on the heated kang for a while.
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Zhou Lan: "Chang Xi is still thoughtful." It would be better if his wife stayed with him studying in the hall like today.
Jiang Changxi: "I can't study well, so it's good to help you with logistics. I guarantee to give you the highest quality study environment."
As he said this, he also picked up a pillow, stretched his waist, and leaned lazily on it. He also said in his heart that Zhou Lan's mouth was unusual, and he could not help but feel hot.
The result of being too relaxed is that the two pairs of feet under the quilt cannot touch easily.
Jiang Changxi didn't notice. Isn't it normal to warm your feet under a quilt and touch it?
But Zhou Lan's head was about to get hot. It was such a private matter. He patted his face with one hand in an attempt to cool himself down.
The heat from outside is nothing. The heat on his tongue is not noticeable at all. Now he is dissipating heat from the inside out, and he is almost burning himself.
Jiang Changxi saw Zhou Lantong having a convulsion, and thought that there was smoke exposed in the heated kang, which had inhaled the smoke: "What's wrong?"
Zhou Lan didn't even think twice: "Hot."
Jiang Changxi said to her heart that she was not dizzy: "Let's just say it's warm here. As soon as I sat down, your face warmed up and turned red."
Zhou Lan just listened to Jiang Changxi and said, whatever she said, that's it, as long as he knows why he is blushing.
Jiang Changxi: "I think the temperature is just right, not so hot. No wonder people say girls are more afraid of the cold than you. From now on, I will ask Shunfeng to use less firewood in the heated Kang for you."
Zhou Lan: "No, we're used to that temperature, it's pretty good."
Jiang Changxi looked at Zhou Lan's face and thought to herself, what kind of adaptation is this?
Zhou Lan: "Would you like me to bring your account book over and you can do the accounting here?"
Jiang Changxi stretched his waist: "I don't want to see it anymore, I feel stiff all day long."
Zhou Lan lowered his eyes and said casually, "I'll press it for you."
Jiang Changxi thought she had heard wrongly. For their relationship, this pressing was too intimate.
These are not words that a humble gentleman like Zhou Lan can say: "Ah?"
Zhou Lan handed the thing in his hand to Jiang Changxi: "Please help me look at my husband's book list to see if we can get all the books in our house. If not, I will go to the bookstore and look for it myself."
While talking, Zhou Lan, who was still on the move, leaned over inadvertently: "I happen to be pretty good at it. I used to help dad by pressing his shoulders. I'll do it for you."
I said that as a matter of course, as if it was no big deal.
Well, before Jiang Changxi could reply, Zhou Lan had already taken action and started pressing the button.
Jiang Changxi watched from beginning to end. During this process, he handed the book list in his hand to Jiang Changxi, and then an adult just moved behind Jiang Changxi. His movements were smooth and flowing, as if they should be like this.
The series of movements dazzled Jiang Changxi, who was so stunned that he couldn't see clearly how Zhou Lan acted. As a result, there was a pair of big hands on his shoulders.
However, the pressure was still very comfortable. If he was worried about whether he would look petty and petty if he was so generous, Jiang Changxi just regarded it as normal.
It turned out that she was so rare.
Holding the book list, the first thing Jiang Changxi said was: "Don't say that I bullied you or enslaved you later. It was you who felt that I was working hard and voluntarily helped me."
Zhou Lan's face continued to smoke, but he never thought that when faced with this problem, his wife would be worried about this.