My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

When Feng Lanchu came out of the bathroom, Jiang Che had already fallen asleep in Jiang Anzhi's arms.

They flew early in the morning, and they were really tired after taking a car and a boat to get here.

Seeing Young Master Jiang sleeping deeply in Jiang Anzhi's arms, Feng Lanchu couldn't help but sighed: "You're not at home, the brat wants to see you every day."

Thinking of the scene of Jiang Che breaking down and crying while hugging him on the set just now, Jiang Anzhi also felt distressed and funny.

Why is his silly son so cute?

Jiang Anzhi hugged Jiang Che and kissed him, covered him with a small quilt before sitting up and taking off his clothes obediently.

Feng Lan raised her eyebrows at the beginning: "Yo, quite self-conscious."

Jiang Anzhi glanced at the bottle of Old Fengjia Dieda Wine that had been placed by the bed early, and smiled warmly.

Feng Lan didn't hesitate at the beginning, she directly picked up the medicinal wine and poured it into her hand, rubbed it to get hot, and then pushed it onto Jiang Anzhi's back.

Looking at the bruises on Jiang Anzhi's back, Feng Lanchu couldn't help but sigh: "It's okay to ask Xiao Chen to help you if you don't usually get rid of them."

I don't know what he thinks, but he doesn't know how to use it while holding the baby.

"Well, I will definitely ask him to clean it next time." Jiang Anzhi agreed cooperatively.

Feng Lanchu patted him on the back speechlessly: "You only talk about it."

Jiang Anzhi smiled innocently: "I'm really too busy."

During this period of time, he was playing continuously every day. When he returned to the hotel at two or three o'clock, he took a shower and fell asleep. How could he think of asking Xiao Chen to rub medicinal wine, and this small bruise disappeared after a few days , Moreover, the role he is playing now is a little hooligan, a make-up artist who has bruises on his body can save himself the trouble of getting rid of them, and he can serve multiple purposes.

"These bruises look like nothing, but in medical terms it's subcutaneous capillary rupture. Do you think it's okay to do this often?"

Jiang Anzhi continued to nod cooperatively: "I'll pay attention next time."

Although Feng Lanchu had an angry face, the strength in her hand was somewhat gentle.

Jiang Che slept peacefully on the bed, while Jiang Anzhi obediently let Fenglan relax his muscles and muscles.

The slightly fishy sea breeze in the afternoon was overwhelmed by the fragrant medicinal wine, leaving only the slightly pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafting in the room.

"Okay." Feng Lanchu massaged Uncle Jiang for a while, until the medicinal wine was completely absorbed and her skin turned red, before she finally stopped.

Jiang Anzhi continued to sit still with some unfinished business.

Feng Lanchu lightly kicked him with her foot while pouring medicinal wine: "Why are you so dazed, get dressed quickly."

Jiang Anzhi didn't answer, he just turned around silently and hugged Feng Lanchu in his arms before sighing in her ear: "I've been missing you a lot these days."

Jiang Anzhi's words gave Feng Lan a pause, he put the medicinal wine on the table and turned his head to see Jiang Anzhi looking at her with a smile on his face: "What about you?"

"I..." Before Feng Lanchu could answer, Jiang Anzhi leaned in front of her and pecked her lips lightly, again and again.

From the meeting on the set to the present, there were either a lot of people or a lot of people. The husband and wife couldn't talk properly, and now there are only two of them left with difficulty. Jiang Anzhi completely turned what he wanted to say into action.

Seeing that Uncle Jiang was about to face each other boldly and frankly, Feng Lanchu hurriedly stopped him: "No."

"Why?" Jiang An's face was full of resentment.

Feng Lan turned her head and glanced at Jiang Che, who was soundly asleep, and the answer was obvious.

"Then we move to the toilet?" Jiang Anzhi asked naturally.

"Are you afraid that you want to be beaten?"

Feng Lanchu silently raised Jiang Anzhi's long-lost fist.

"..." Jiang Anzhi.