I'm Numb, I Mistake My Best Friend For A Blind Date

After a long time, Aunt Qing slowly stopped sobbing.

There were still some wet tears on the jade-like pretty face, Jiang Yang looked a little distressed.

"Aunt Qing, be good, I will definitely keep you in my heart from now on."

He hugged Aunt Qing tightly, and kept saying good things.

At this time, the emotions of worrying about gains and losses have passed, and Aunt Qing has regained her senses.

Listening to Jiang Yang comforting her like a child.

While Aunt Qing was amused, she was also a little embarrassed, feeling extremely ashamed.

How could I suddenly lose control of myself?

It's embarrassing.

Aunt Qing covered her pretty face and buried herself in Jiang Yang's arms, 05's ears turned red from embarrassment.

Seeing this, Jiang Yang was relieved.

Subconsciously, he wanted to tease Aunt Qing again, but he thought of her pear blossoms with rain just now.

Jiang Yang immediately dismissed this idea.

He hugged Aunt Qing gently, stroking her back.

"Aunt Qing, drink some water~"

After a while, when Aunt Qing's mood had stabilized completely, Jiang Yang poured a glass of warm water and brought it to Aunt Qing's mouth.

Aunt Qing took a few sips obediently, glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, and let out a cold snort of reproach.

"Laugh if you want~ Don't hold back."

Jiang Yang drank the remaining water in one gulp, then looked at Aunt Qing with a smile.

"What are you laughing at? I'm so moved."

Aunt Qing circled around for a while, and asked curiously:

"What moved you?"

Jiang Yang lowered his head and kissed the warm red lips lightly, then said with a smile:

"My aunt Qing, such a gentle and generous person, how many times have you dropped golden beans for me? Isn't this a proof, Aunt Qing, how much you care about me.

Hearing this, Aunt Qing blinked her beautiful eyes and thought for a while.

She found that since the marriage incident, she hadn't cried once, but after being with Jiang Yang.

She cried several times.

Although not sad cry.

Thinking of this, Aunt Qing narrowed her beautiful eyes, and glanced at Jiang Yang with a half-smile.

"Little heartless, do you still have the nerve to say it? Seeing Auntie Qing crying, you feel very comfortable, right?"

While talking, Aunt Qing pinched the tip of his nose angrily.

"Hey, how many times should I cry for you?"

Jiang Yang blinked and smiled teasingly.

Hearing this, Aunt Qing gave him an angry look, and reproached him angrily:

"You cry with tears and snot in your nose, you're so dirty."

Hearing this, Jiang Yang stared at Aunt Qing speechlessly [rolling his eyes and retorting:

"You haven't seen me cry, how do you know what I look like when I cry?"

In his memory, except when he was a child, he couldn't control his body, and he never cried once in his life.

See Jiang Yang's unconvinced look.

Aunt Qing breathed a sigh of relief, as soon as she said that, she regretted it.

"Hmph, I haven't seen it before, can't Auntie imagine it?"

In fact, she has seen Jiang Yang cry.

The first time, was when they slept together for the first time.

Jiang Yang had a nightmare and cried in the dream, begging her not to leave her.

At that time, Jiang Yang's face was full of tears, begging, and suffering, like a branding iron, which was forever imprinted in her heart.

Maybe it's because I don't feel safe.

390 Ever since the two of them lived together, Jiang Yang, who was worried about gains and losses, had many nightmares.

It wasn't until later, when the relationship between the two became closer, that Jiang Yang gradually stopped having nightmares.

Seeing how Aunt Qing was remembering.

Jiang Yang looked at Aunt Qing suspiciously, "Aunt Qing, you haven't watched the video of me when I was young, have you?"

Hearing this, Aunt Qing came back to her senses, smiled and pinched his cheek.

"Yes, Sister Xue sent me all the videos of you when you were a child. I didn't expect you to have a lot of black history."

Aunt Qing followed his words and said with a smile.

Jiang Yang immediately stared, "What's your name, Sister Xue, that's our mother!"

"You can call me whatever you want."

Aunt Qing reached out and tapped his forehead, and said with a smile.