Zhou Lan looked up at the sky and could tell whether his wife was lying if there was smoke coming from the chimney.
Jiang Changxi felt a little guilty, but considering that the weather was not too cold yet, the heated kang did not need to be kept burning. Perhaps the fire in the stove had been extinguished long ago.
Zhou Lan: "Then Chang Xi, please talk to me again. I'll take a rest after the ondol gets a little warmer."
The corner of Jiang Changxi's mouth twitched before he realized that this question was like fortune telling by a blind man. It could be blocked at both ends. People could settle for the next best thing and gain some time to talk. This was not a good reason to refuse.
Jiang Changxi smiled brightly: "I just happened to hear what I heard from the south, but I'm afraid that it will be too hard for my husband to come back all the way."
Zhou Lan's eyes were filled with affection, and Jiang Changxi knew that the words coming out of his mouth would definitely make people blush and their hearts beat, without having to speak, it was so tempting and criminal.
He simply spoke by himself and let Zhou Lan's love words stay in his stomach: "Want to eat something."
You just finished eating, and you still eat? Zhou Lan felt that he couldn't eat anymore.
Although the question was embarrassing, at least Zhou Lan shut up.
The two of them were in the room. Zhou Lan was tall and threatening to Jiang Changxi. He looked very cramped. It was a foul for him to be so strong.
Zhou Lan realized that the atmosphere was not right, so he said casually and naturally: "Didn't Chang Xi do an accounting today?"
Jiang Changxi: "I just finished it. I was chatting with Dali when my husband came back."
Zhou Lan touched Jiang Changxi's abacus: "This thing is really happy."
Jiang Changxi glanced at it and couldn't figure out what Zhou Lan was talking about. She thought it was an account book: "Yes, this thing is thicker. It is the guarantee of our happy life."
Ledgers mean money, and who wouldn’t like having too many?
Zhou Lan didn't explain, looked at Jiang Changxi with a smile, picked a low stool in the room and sat down without leaving a trace: "I made Chang Xi work hard."
Sitting down, Zhou Lan's feeling of oppression was reduced a lot. At least Jiang Changxi felt that it was no longer so stressful, and he could unscrupulously watch Zhou Lan become more beautiful.
Then I accidentally got distracted.
Zhou Lan: "What is Chang Xi looking at?"
Jiang Changxi didn't lose his mind: "Your face has become prettier. Although it has no flesh, it is still stylish."
Zhou Lan lowered his eyebrows with a lonely look on his face: "Chang Xi, please stop comforting me. My husband is very disgusted with my appearance. My classmates even think that I lack the aura of a scholar, and no one can point their noses at me.
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Besides, don't think that he doesn't feel Chang Xi's strangeness and alienation towards him.
It's too presumptuous to belittle oneself. Although aesthetics change in time and space, Jiang Changxi believes that such a handsome man is still very lethal. Jiang Changxi: "They are jealous. Who can dislike this look? I'm afraid you don't."
Hear what the little ladies are thinking."
Zhou Lan: "I really haven't noticed what little ladies think of my face. Although men don't rely on their looks, but to be so despised, I really feel ashamed of myself as a husband to Chang Xi."
This statement is a bit illogical, but it won’t delay Jiang Changxi’s comfort: “Stop being like this, you are worthy of me. I don’t dislike you like this.”
Zhou Lan looked at Jiang Changxi with bright eyes: "Really?"
Jiang Changxi is mute, this, this seems to have jumped into the trap. If you don’t dislike him, you like him, this dog man.
The sparkle in Zhou Lan's eyes was gone. He lowered his head and said in despair, "You must still dislike me. Otherwise, you haven't looked at me carefully since I came back."
Jiang Changxi: "That's so beautiful, I'm afraid I'll lose myself. Well, you said that men don't rely on their reputation, right?"
Zhou Lan stared at his wife seriously: "But you have to be happy with your wife."
Jiang Changxi laughed: "You just want me to say that I like you very much, right?"
Zhou Lan was so shameless: "I also like Chang Xi very much. Chang Xi's growth makes me unable to take my eyes away."
Jiang Changxi: "Ahem, I'm definitely not bad in appearance, but don't praise me like that. I'm low-key and low-key."
Zhou Lan: "I look like a good match for Chang Xi."
Jiang Changxi: "Barely, it's okay."
Even though it was just passable, Zhou Lan was satisfied with it. He acted and took risks and finally got this sentence: "Fortunately, fortunately, it's still the way Chang Xi likes it."
Jiang Changxi was at a loss, why is he the one I like? This man is getting more and more shameless.
But while talking like this, Jiang Changxi found that the distance between him and Zhou Lan had shortened a lot. It felt like Zhou Lan's aura was not that big anymore.
This guy is really good at keeping his cool.
Jiang Changxi: "How many young ladies have you flirted with outside like this?" Otherwise, how could you show your ability?
Zhou Lan quickly made it clear: "Don't say this nonsense. I have Chang Le as my witness and my husband is watching."
Then he said to his wife who was very solemn: "This is a matter of trust."
Jiang Changxi suddenly felt that if he kept talking, something would happen. When he came back from Zhou Lan, he was gentle and soft-spoken. He didn't expect that Zhou Lan would still be so unyielding.
Jiang Changxi felt that it would be wrong if he didn't admit his mistakes.
Before Jiang Changxi could speak, Zhou Lan suddenly changed the subject: "My hair doesn't seem to be dry."
Jiang Changxi said in his heart that he had already eaten and walked for so long. It didn't matter. What did it matter whether he did it now or not? "It's not bad."
Zhou Lan: "It's so wet and uncomfortable."
Jiang Changxi lowered his head and pretended to be dead. You have already eaten and taken a walk, so what are you doing?
Zhou Lan: "Sir, if you sleep with wet hair, you will get headaches."
Jiang Changxi took the cloth and resignedly went over to untie the man's hair tie and wipe his hair.
The rippling smile of Zhou Lan's lips had achieved his goal anyway.
Then people also said: "In this case, I am not so unfamiliar with it."
That's when the familiar ones start to pull their hair, and their heads are in your hands, and there's also the coercive shadow of farts.
Jiang Changxi said angrily: "Not to mention your other abilities, you are good at tormenting people."
Zhou Lan felt tender and affectionate: "It's not that I'm bothering you, it's that I can't bear to be far away from you."
Jiang Changxi tugged on his hair. Now they were zero distance away, why should they be so far away?
Jiang Changxi was overwhelmed by this boy's ability to flirt with girls. He just came back and saw one after another. He really learned a lot.
Dali is very worried outside, but she and Daji are here at home. Daji is very busy, and he will definitely not come to help her watch the situation develop out of control.
Why hasn't the uncle here gone back to his house to rest? Do he have to stare here all night?
I stomped my feet and made some noise, hoping that the uncle would be more conscious and return to his room as soon as possible.
Jiang Changxi in the room blushed. This unlucky boy in Italy really didn't know how to save face for others: "It's getting late, let's rest early."
Zhou Lan was not afraid of boiling water and pretended not to hear anything: "My hair is not dry and the ondol is not hot."