The Group’s Favorite Cute Baby is One and a Half Years Old

Chapter 345, Good boy

Jing Shirong smiled and shook his head, "No, I just think your hair seems cleaner than my mother's."

Jing would see him once every half a year. Occasionally she felt sorry for him and wanted to wash or comb his hair.

 But Jing Shirong was not willing.

The reason was that his mother used too much force when combing her hair, and it seemed like her hair would be pulled off.

 Besides, he is already in his twenties, so it feels weird to ask his mother to wash his hair.

Unlike Sister Ying, she doesn’t seem to feel weird about anything she does to herself. On the contrary, it feels more natural that she should do these things.

If other people touch him, he will feel uncomfortable, as if there is a thorn in someone's hand. Whenever he comes near, he will be full of resistance.

Unlike this moment, Sister Ying washed and dried his hair and tied his pigtails, which he happily accepted.

Jing Shirong looked at himself in the mirror and his fiancée who was busy braiding his hair behind him, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Seeing his silly smile, Sister Ying smiled helplessly and continued to braid his hair.

Jing Shirong was curious, "What do you want to make it up for me?"

There are already several small braids, why do you still need to braid them?

Sister Ying coughed and remembered that the beautiful boy outside the Great Wall had braided hair in the book, so she wanted to braid it for him. Maybe he would also be a beautiful boy with an exotic style.

 “There’s no rush, just drink the chicken soup first and you’ll be fine in a while.”

Jing Shirong didn't know what she wanted to do, but he followed her play. He picked up the bowl and sat upright to drink chicken soup without moving his head at all, as if he was afraid that moving his head would affect her performance.

 Mrs. Liang came back from having afternoon tea and found that the two people were getting tired of each other there again.

 She stretched out her head to watch the excitement, and Sister Ying noticed her.

 “Grandma? Are you back?”

Jing Shirong also looked up, stopped drinking the chicken soup, and called her respectfully, "Grandma~"

In that way, be as obedient as possible. He is actually more lovable than the four children at home.

Mrs. Liang liked his submissive look and came over to talk to him with a smile.

“You just came back? Didn’t the last letter say it would arrive next month? Why did it arrive at the end of the month?”

Sister Ying was braiding his hair and scolding him, "Why else? I just took a small road to get here."

The path here is narrow and winding. I don’t know how he got there, and I am not afraid of getting bumped.

Seeing her acting as a housekeeper, Mrs. Liang couldn't help but laugh and said, "I haven't even passed the door yet, but I've already started to take care of him. I might eat Brother Rong to death in the future."

 Having said that, he was just watching the excitement and did not mind making trouble, "Brother Rong, let me tell you, you can't get used to women. Once you get used to them, you will go to heaven."

But Jing Shirong was very doting on her, and took the initiative to hand the braid to Sister Ying, and then replied to Old Madam Liang, "I don't know if women are meant to be spoiled, but daughters-in-law are meant to be pampered. This is what you have done for more than ten years." I remember everything you told me before.”

 Even though Mrs. Liang said that deliberately, she mainly wanted to hear Jing Shirong’s attitude.

This will give him a perfect answer, and he will nod his head with satisfaction.

“Okay, then you can continue to drink chicken soup and have dinner with us later.”

Jing Shirong hummed obediently and watched the old lady leave.

Sister Ying saw him looking like a filial son-in-law, and said amusedly, "Are you usually so good at home?"

Sister Ying still believes that Qi Yuanming is a good boy by nature, but saying that Jing Shirong is a good boy is a bit deceptive.

This girl not only looks good, but is also terrifying in nature.

I remember one time, an official around the emperor was unhappy with him, so he spoke ill of him and bullied his father.

When Jing Shirong found out, he looked polite and meaningless, but on his birthday, he brought people to arrest him. It was really a revenge of old and new grudges. It was cruel enough to make the official go to jail on his birthday.

Another time, Zhao and Zhou's family teamed up to stumbling him. When he found out, he set fire to everything in the main house in the middle of the night, allowing Zhao and Zhou to sleep in the inn for three months, which cost a lot of money. I don't have enough money, and my flesh hurts so much that I can't eat or sleep.

Qi Yuanming told Sister Ying about this matter, which made Sister Ying gain a lot of knowledge.

 So if you say he is good, he may just be good in front of them.

 In fact, he has a dark heart. Jing Shirong raised his eyebrows, his shrewd black eyes narrowed, and he began to pretend to be pitiful, "I have been traveling for more than two months, and my legs are sore..."

Sister Ying couldn't help but roll her eyes, "I know, I'll give you a beating soon, okay?"

This guy is not only great at pretending to be good, he is also very good at pretending to be pitiful.

Sister Ying has nothing to do with him. Let him do whatever he wants. Anyway, no matter whether he is bad or not, he will not harm her.

Jing Shirong was very satisfied with her full trust. He raised his head and kissed her chin quickly.

 “Thank you, madam.”

All the ladies were called.

Sister Ying covered her chin and wanted to scold him, but he had already lowered his head and continued to drink chicken soup. He still looked very hungry after drinking, so she couldn't curse even if she wanted to.

 So there is no possibility of winning against smart people.

After a while, the braids on her head were all braided. Sister Ying went to the box and took out a set of men's robes that she had cut by herself.

 “No, go and put it on, I made it myself, see if it fits you.”

Jing Shirong's eyes lit up when he heard that it was actually made by her own hands, and he took the men's clothing and looked at it carefully.

 I was moved, "When did you do it?"

 He had always cherished her and would not let her make a wedding dress for fear of hurting his eyes by holding needles for a long time, but he did not expect that she would secretly make clothes for himself.

Sister Ying compared the clothes on his body and explained, "It's made this year. You can put it on quickly."

 She cut the fabric and tailoring herself, and asked Xiao Zi to help with the embroidery. The whole body of the dress is ancient brown, which looks noble and elegant.

Jing Shirong was very satisfied, so he went to the inner room to put it on. As soon as he put it on, it really fit him.

Sister Ying came over to tidy up his sleeves. The more she looked at him, the more satisfied she became.

 Originally, if someone else wears this antique brown color, it may make her look older and her skin darker.

 But Jing Shirong is just a clothes hanger, she looks good no matter what color she wears.

Jing Shirong was also very satisfied. He looked around in front of the mirror and suddenly thought, "I want the painter to draw a portrait of me and keep it as a souvenir."

Sister Ying didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Isn't it?"

 Does it have to be so ceremonial?

Jing Shirong said of course, "Of course I want them. And I see there are a lot of self-portraits in your box. How about sending a few of them? I want to put them in the study."

Sister Ying was inexplicably shy, "It's not okay. People will come and see you later."

 The study is an important place, and all the people there are men. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing for people to see her portrait?

Jing Shirong hesitated, "What are you thinking about? I will make a trap so that others can't see it."

Sister Ying was relieved and said, "Okay, then you can pick one."

 There are quite a few portraits of her.

 Mainly because the female painter came to beg her every day since she painted her, saying that she wanted to continue painting her.

 She also promised that the portrait would never be published, as long as she was allowed to write it.

Sister Ying refused several times, but the painter was just a loser. She couldn't live without painting beauties, leaving Sister Ying speechless and helpless.

 Finally, he agreed to let her draw one painting every month. This is how I collected a box of portraits, all of which are exquisite.

Jing Shirong saw so many portraits and liked almost every one of them, so he looked at Sister Ying with bright eyes.

“What should I do? Every painting is beautiful, how should I choose?”

Sister Ying helped him pick out an ash-pink gauze dress, "How about this? I like this outfit very much."

Jing Shirong nodded shrewdly, "It's very beautiful, but the aqua blue one is also beautiful."

 (End of this chapter)