The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

At night, Shen Yijia went back to her room after washing up.

Song Jingchen leaned against the bedside and was reading a book.

Shen Yijia's eyelids jumped when she saw that there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table beside the bed.

Seeing that Song Jingchen was reading attentively, he walked over quietly, just put his hands on both sides of the table.

Song Jingchen turned a page of the book, so scared that Shen Yijia immediately put her hands behind her back.

After waiting for a while, Song Jingchen didn't have any extra response. He breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, raised the table with both hands, and ran back.

Put the table in the farthest corner of the bed and do it in one go.

Shen Yijia supported her heart.

Worse than her fight.

Looking back, it was very good, Xianggong was immersed in the sea of ​​books and couldn't extricate himself.

On tiptoe, he took off his coat and climbed into the bed. Pull over the quilt and cover it, close your eyes and sleep!

Song Jingchen tilted his head and glanced at her guilty conscience, only to find it funny.

Originally, Song Jingchen really wanted to urge Shen Yijia to study the calligraphy. But seeing how she was in a low mood all afternoon, she couldn't bear to force her.

Song Jingchen closed the book and lay down when there was a long breathing sound from the person beside him.

Counting silently in my heart, I just counted to ten.

Shen Yijia rolled over like a ball, having the experience of yesterday.

Song Jingchen grabbed Shen Yijia into his arms, and prevented the messy little hand from picking it up.

The next day, Song Jingchen let Shen Yijia learn what it means to be able to escape the first day of the new year but not the fifteenth day.

After breakfast, Leng was forced to write a hundred characters.

Satisfied, Shen Yijia handed the ten pages of paper she had written to Song Jingchen.

Seeing the words that were not as good as those written by a three-year-old child, Song Jingchen felt his brows twitching wildly.

Silently decided to let Shen Yijia write at least 200 characters a day in the future.

Shen Yijia still didn't know that her good days were over.

I went out for a walk and found that no one at home was there.

Strangely asked: "Mother and them?"

"Aunt Tian next door said to go up the mountain to pick up mushrooms, and my mother went with me when she had nothing to do, and Brother Hao and Sister Huan also went to play." Song Jingchen didn't lift his head.

"Oh! What about Uncle Yang?" Shen Yijia asked again.

Song Jingchen raised his head and gave Shen Yijia a deep look. For a long time, Shen Yijia thought he would not answer.

Only then did I hear him casually say: "I asked him to go out to do some errands, and it is estimated that he will not be back in a short time."

"Oh!" Shen Yijia pouted.

I noticed that Song Jingchen often held a book that seemed to have a piece of paper in it.

I took it out and took a look, and it turned into petrification, and then screamed in surprise: "Ah, ah, this... this...!"

He patted the paper in his hand in front of Song Jingchen, and said incoherently, "Wheelchair, that's what I mean by wheelchair. There are two wheels under the chair..."

After speaking, she picked it up out of curiosity and took a closer look. The more she looked, the more surprised she became. It was exactly the same as the wheelchair she saw in her previous life. He murmured, "How come there are drawings of wheelchairs here?"

Song Jingchen looked at her like an idiot, and said, "I drew it, how can you say it is."

"Did you draw it?" Shen Yijia choked for a moment, and then felt very embarrassed, and said angrily, "Didn't you understand?"

"Just kidding!"

Shen Yijia: "..."

Grit your teeth, you look good, I will endure.

Throwing the blueprint back to Song Jingchen, he turned around and left a handsome back.

"Where are you going?" Song Jingchen hurriedly asked for fear of making people anxious.

Shen Yijia didn't look back, and a sentence came from a distance. "I'm going to chop down trees and come back to make a wheelchair!"

If you can draw, I can still do it, but it is better than you.

Song Jingchen chuckled softly.