She, Jiang Zixing, has never felt so wronged and angry.
After Nu Ji finished speaking, Jiang Zixing immediately stood up from the sofa. Pain suddenly shot through her feet, but she seemed to feel nothing.
He turned around and limped towards the room.
When Xiao Yufeng saw her feet wrapped in gauze, his already frowning brow seemed to frown even more.
Looking at her back, a glimmer of light flashed across her eyes.
At this moment, Xia Yezi felt extremely relaxed!
Glancing at Jiang Zixing's back, a flash of disdain flashed across his eyes, "Huh! If you want to fight with her, there's no way."
However, when he saw Xiao Yufeng's eyes looking at Jiang Zixing, his face suddenly turned into a loving expression again.
"Yu'er, come on, come and sit with mom. You've been busy these days, and mom hasn't seen you for several days."
Although Xiao Yufeng's face was a little cold, he still walked over and sat on the sofa.
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'Boom!'
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Young lady, it's time for dinner."
After waiting for a while, the servant outside the door knocked again and called, "Young mistress..."
I thought I wouldn't skip dinner during this half day, right?
But just when the servant called out again, the locked room door opened.
Jiang Zixing, who was wearing pajamas, was seen wrinkling his face in pain, holding on to the wall and limping out.
"Um, please go get my crutches."
Damn it! When I entered the room angrily, I didn't feel the pain in my feet. After I was angry, I felt that my feet were almost useless.
Hey! My temper is too impulsive.
It's really not worth it to make yourself so angry that if you don't say anything, the wound on your foot will open again in vain.
Why is she angry? It’s not like she really has anything to do with Xiao Yufeng. Isn’t it just a temporary relationship between husband and wife?
Does she need to be so excited?
At worst, just ignore his mother. Reasoning with a savage shrew who pretends to be a noble lady is really like playing the harp to a cow.
After thinking about it, Jiang Zixing calmed down on his own, and after the anger subsided, he felt his stomach growling with hunger.
Fortunately, it was finally time to call for dinner, but her feet were so painful that it was difficult to walk.
Seeing that the servant went to the living room to get the crutches, Jiang Zixing leaned against the wall as much as possible to reduce the weight on his feet.
But after waiting for a long time, no servant came to bring the crutches.
This room is not far from the living room. Is there any need to waste time?
His stomach was growling and his feet hurt. Jiang Zixing suddenly felt that living here was really asking for trouble.
Just wait until she calls her brother tomorrow and asks him to pick her up.
However, let’s fill our stomachs first.
Just when Jiang Zixing moved towards the living room with her turtle speed, the servant finally came in a hurry.
But his hands were empty.
"Young lady, I didn't find the crutch. It seems...it seems to have been lost." The servant said, a little cautiously.
When Jiang Zixing heard this, he naturally guessed what was going on!
It was so amazing that even her crutch was in the eyes of the 'lady'.
Okay, if you lose it, just lose it. She won't believe it. She can't walk to the restaurant on these two legs.
I don't know if it was because of seeing Jiang Zixing's pitiful appearance that the servant finally couldn't help it, "Young mistress, how about I help you over?"
Jiang Zixing raised his hand; "No, lest the old witch catches you and fire you as an excuse, I can just walk over by myself."