Crossing the Book: The Vicious Female Supporting Woman Was Whitewashed by Fighting with the System

Qi Shu met those stern eyes and was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Mr. Ling, today is different from the past. My wife has long been different from before. It's understandable that you don't understand her, but don't always look at her with the same eyes as in the past, let alone make random assumptions about her."

Qi Shu's words were extremely polite, but it was because of Ling Yehan's identity that he restrained his emotions.

Ling Yehan frowned and said in a low voice, "It's not that I'm suspicious, it's just that... I have learned from past mistakes."

No matter how a person changes, the underlying bad qualities cannot be removed.

Zhao Ningning had done too many mean and vicious things in the past, not only against Zhao Xiaohe, but also against Ling Yehan, and even drugged Ling Yehan.

If Ling Yehan hadn't been vigilant himself and was always on guard against that woman, he might have fallen into her trap long ago.

Furthermore, even if Zhao Ningning has made changes now, does Qi Shu, as her husband, really have no grudges about what happened in the past?

Ling Yehan didn't believe it.

Unless what Zhao Ningning made was not a change, but a completely different person.

Qi Shu didn't want to say more, probably because he thought of Zhao Ningning from before, and his face didn't look very good either.

Moreover, I had just come out of the house in a hurry and hadn't put on my clothes yet. Now when the night wind blew, I felt a bone-chilling chill, and even my face looked even colder and whiter.

He tightened his clothes and said to Ling Yehan concisely and concisely: "That's all I have to say. My wife is not the same as before. Mr. Ling can take care of himself."

After saying that, Qi Shu withdrew his gaze, turned around and entered the room expressionlessly.

The door of the room was closed, leaving Ling Yehan outside with a solemn look on his face.

Probably due to the heavy exposure at night, he soon felt a little damp on his shoulders, and even the ends of his eyelashes and eyebrows seemed to be covered with mist.

Such humid weather made Ling Yehan even more irritable.

A very soft conversation came from the next room. Ling Yehan didn't want to listen anymore and turned back to his own room.

He put on his clothes and lay on the bed, thinking about what Qi Shu said, and then thinking about Zhao Fuling's mocking eyes.

Looking back on this period of time, he felt that Zhao Ningning seemed to have really changed a lot. She never bothered him or did anything to Xiao He. More importantly, the disgusting obsession in her eyes seemed to have disappeared.

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So, is it really different?

Is it just a change of temperament, or a change of person?

The complicated thoughts in his mind made Ling Yehan unable to sleep. Probably because he was using his brain too much, he felt a sudden pain somewhere in his mind, as if a corner of something dusty had been lifted open.

It didn't take long before he passed out due to the severe pain.

In the next room, Zhao Ling was coaxing Xiaohua to sleep with a soft voice.

After Qi Shu came in, he lit the lamp and the dim light shone on the side of Zhao Ling's face, making her half-downed eyebrows look particularly gentle.

Xiao Hua was still crying just now, but now she hugged Zhao Ling's arm and nestled peacefully in her arms, and soon fell asleep again.

The child's face is fair and chubby, with a little baby fat.

When her eyes are closed, her eyelashes are long and curled. She has completely inherited her father's good genes. Even her straight nose can vaguely tell that she will be a beauty in the future.

But now I look at it, how cute it looks.

Zhao Ling never thought that she, who was extremely afraid of children, would be able to put her children to sleep so calmly.

After placing Xiao Hua on the bed, Zhao Ling rubbed his sore arms and got into bed.

Qi Shu followed over, looked straight at her neck, and whispered: "Ling Yehan is not gentle, let me help you see if there is anything wrong with your neck?"

Zhao Ling glanced at him and shook his head: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

After that, he returned Qi Shu's coat, opened the quilt and got into bed.

However, Qi Shu's attitude was uncharacteristically tough. He followed him and frowned and said, "He has practiced martial arts all year round and is not a gentle striker. I saw your face turned red just now. How can you be okay?"

Seeing Qi Shu approaching directly, Zhao Ling paused for a moment, remembering the points in the mall that would rise from time to time, and finally held back.

After Qi Shu got closer, he carefully inspected Zhao Ling's neck and found that a red mark had indeed been removed.

Zhao Ling's skin is very fair and her neck is slender and slender, so this mark is very obvious on it.

Even a casual pinch might leave a mark, not to mention Ling Yehan's direct killing blow.

Qi Shu's face darkened, his eyes were dark, but he just whispered: "I'll get a hot towel and apply it on you."

The distance between the two of them was very close. He tilted his head half-way, almost touching Zhao Ling's cheek. As soon as he opened his mouth, hot air rushed directly behind Zhao Ling's ears and neck.

That was where Zhao Ling was sensitive.

She suddenly shrank her neck and backed away like a frightened little rabbit.

Unexpectedly, Qi Shu reacted faster than her. Seeing her hiding behind, he suddenly stretched out his hand to catch her.

Zhao Ling accidentally ran into Qi Shu's arms.

She heard a strong and rapid heartbeat.

At that moment, Zhao Ling could hardly tell whether the heartbeat was Qi Shu's or her own.

Probably because this scene happened too hastily and suddenly, the two of them hugged each other quietly without reacting for a moment.

When he came to his senses again, Zhao Ling raised his head and looked at Qi Shu, only to see Qi Shu's earlobes turning red quietly.

Zhao Ling's lips also pursed.

She felt her heart beat a little, but quickly regained her composure.

So when Qi Xiucai was still shy, she even secretly glanced at the mall points and found that they had increased again, but not as much as before.

But enough is enough.

At least for the next shampoo order, there will definitely be enough active agents available.

Zhao Ling looked away and looked at Qi Shu again, wanting to ask him why he kissed her when he was confused. After thinking about it, he felt that it would be a bit embarrassing to break the window paper, so he simply didn't say anything.

She patted Qi Shu's arm and reminded him: "It doesn't hurt now. Let's go to bed first. I'll buy some ointment and apply it when I go to town tomorrow."

Qi Shu frowned, but Zhao Ling had already changed the subject: "Isn't this your first time meeting Mr. Ling? Why do you feel so familiar with him?"

When this matter was suddenly mentioned, Qi Shu paused and quickly moved away without leaving a trace.

"I guessed it." Qi Shu also got on the bed and lay down next to Zhao Ling.

Seeing Zhao Ling quietly move inside, he pretended not to notice, just covered him with a quilt, and then continued, "I saw that his aura was different from ordinary people, and there were thin calluses on his mouth and fingertips. I guess he was from the military.

.Looking at his age, he must have been in the military for a long time."

When Zhao Ling heard this, he blinked but said nothing.

If anyone else hears it, Qi Shu's conjecture is reasonable and there is nothing wrong with it.

But when Zhao Ling listened, he was full of loopholes.

Country men work in the fields and do menial jobs all year round. Who doesn’t have calluses on their hands?

Even Qi Shu, even if he doesn't work in farming and wants to study and practice calligraphy, he will still get calluses if he holds a pen for a long time.

So rather than saying that he was just guessing, it would be better to say that Qi Shu knew exactly who Ling Yehan was.