The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Shen Yijia didn't care what Liu's words meant. Where could the meat come from, isn't it that she came from hunting in the mountains? Could it be that it fell from the sky?

Seeing the appearance of Liu escaping in the Mediterranean, he couldn't help laughing: "Mother, leave this kind of thing to me in the future, and keep them safe and dare not attack our family in the future."

Li shi glanced at Shen Yijia's smug look, and sighed and warned: "Next time, you can't use a knife to bluff others. What if you really hurt someone?"

"I know, next time I'll use my fist directly!" He clenched his small fist as he spoke.

Li Shi choked, turned his head and glared at Song Jingchen, and then turned to greet An Dong who was standing outside the door and didn't feel embarrassed to come in.

Song Jingchen touched his nose, only to feel inexplicably stared at. Thinking of what Liu said before he left, his eyes darkened.

"Dongzi is here."

"Aunt Li! I'm here to help deliver the meat to town."

"Then come in quickly, look at this child, Sister Jia, who has made meat like this."

Anton looked at it and twitched the corners of his mouth, this is really something she can do!

He said: "It's okay, I'll just clean up again."

He couldn't help but glance at Shen Yijia, seeing that she hadn't even combed her hair.

He moved his eyes away and didn't dare to look again, but it happened to meet Song Jingchen's gaze.

It is obvious that the other party is just a bad person, and he is not aggressive, but it does not make people feel that he is deceitful and bullying, but invisibly has an intimidating aura.

Just one look made him feel a sense of oppression.

The thoughts that had just sprung up in his heart seemed to have nowhere to hide under these eyes.

Anton hurriedly lowered his head and picked up the knife to carefully clean up the wild boar.

Song Jingchen withdrew his gaze lightly, seeing that Shen Yijia raised her foot to move closer.

Reaching out to hold her, he said beyond doubt, "Squat down."

Shen Yijia blinked, although she was puzzled, she still obediently squatted down in front of Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the handkerchief and wringed her hair thinly.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became ambiguous.

Shen Yijia looked up and saw Song Jingchen rubbing her hair seriously, as if she was doing something extraordinary, her heartbeat quickened a bit.

Feeling the slender fingertips passing through his hair, Shen Yijia soon became drowsy.

Shen Yijia has always been reluctant to wrong herself, so she simply lay on Song Jingchen's lap and let him move.

Song Jingchen's hand stopped, obviously his legs had been unconscious for a long time, but at this moment he had an illusion that his legs were hot, and it seemed that he could feel Shen Yijia's breath lightly sprayed on his legs.

Brother Hao and Sister Huan snickered while watching. Anton noticed from the corner of his eyes, but the bitterness in his heart was relieved.

Drying Shen Yijia's long hair, she hasn't woken up yet.

Song Jingchen was secretly annoyed that he was now disabled, and worried that Shen Yijia would fall down after squatting for a long time. Only to wake people up.

"Go into the room and go to sleep!" There was a gentleness in his voice that he hadn't even noticed himself.

Shen Yijia opened her eyes in confusion, stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes, looked around before remembering how she fell asleep, and muttered softly, "Thank you, Xianggong!"

After speaking, he stumbled into the room to catch up on sleep.

The years have been quiet here, but the old house has fallen out.

As soon as Liu Shi returned home, she cried about Shen Yijia's crimes, and how Song Jingchen ignored her.

Crying and complaining was not only annoyed, but even more annoyed. In the end, he directly poured his anger on Xiao Liu's body, blaming her for going without saying a word.

Otherwise, she was the only one who had her hair cut.

Song Dajiang sat in the hall with a gloomy face and did not say a word, seeing Liu shrank his neck and did not dare to howl again.

"Father, we can't just let it go!" It was Song Maolin who spoke out, and he was the only one in the whole family who dared to intervene against Song Dajiang's face.

"Of course we can't just forget about it." Song Dajiang said in a negative way.

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