The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"You didn't go by yourself." Song Jingchen threw a heavy weight again.

Shen Yijia completely admired her husband's brain, she didn't say anything, but everyone knew everything.

Resigned showdown: "The iron egg you saw yesterday took me there, but I didn't save him. He followed me into the mountain and said he wanted to worship me as a teacher, but you also know that I don't know any serious martial arts, so you mustn't mistake it. My son, I refused at the time. He said he would take me to make money, so I agreed to accept him as a younger brother."

After speaking in one breath, Shen Yijia took a breath. Now she really didn't hide it.

Song Jingchen sneered, and knew what it meant to mislead a child: "Nothing else?"

Shen Yijia shook her head: "I really don't have it anymore, I swear I will tell you everything in the future." Stop staring at me dead, please let me go.

As if hearing Shen Yijia's inner voice, Song Jingchen looked away.

Shen Yijia breathed a sigh of relief, and scratched his head a little tangled. His eyes were a little erratic: "Then... Then why was An Xiu'er at our house yesterday?"

There was a bit of sourness in his voice.

Song Jingchen paused, feeling a little happy in his heart, but his face did not show, and explained: "She said that you like to eat the pickles she made, and brought some here.

You are not at home, Brother Hao and Sister Huan are too hungry..."

"Then she also made rice and soup for you." Shen Yijia held her mouth shut.

Shen Yijia wondered, didn't An Xiuer know that they were not at home, but she didn't think much about it.

"The maids in the family used to do the same." Song Jingchen glanced at a corner and told the truth.

Shen Yijia choked and wanted to say that she was not your maid, but the inexplicable annoyance in her heart disappeared.

Following his gaze, he saw the package in the corner, and said in surprise, "Isn't that the book I bought for you, you didn't read it."

Walk over and take out the package.

Song Jingchen was expressionless: "Are you sure you bought it for me?"

"Yeah, I think you've ripped through a few books at home. I specially asked the bookstore shopkeeper to pick them out for you. I heard that they are the best ones. They cost me 20 taels." Think about it. Shen Yijia still felt a little distressed, two taels of silver was enough to buy a lot of meat.

He shoved the package into Song Jingchen's arms and motioned him to open it quickly to see if he liked it.

Song Jingchen shook his hand and asked, "Have you seen it?"

"No, I didn't buy it for you to read, and I don't know a few words." Shen Yijia didn't understand why Song Jingchen had so many questions, just a few books.

Song Jingchen choked, shoved the package under the pillow, and pulled Shen Yijia to lie down together: "I'll watch it when I have time, go to sleep first."

Shen Yijia didn't give up: "Then tell me if you like it, and I'll buy you a few more copies."

Song Jingchen: "..."

It doesn't have to be, he doesn't like it. And...these books are enough for him to read for a long time.

The room was quiet for a while, and suddenly Shen Yijia sat up straight with a carp, which startled Song Jingchen.

But before he could ask, Shen Yijia had already put on her shoes and rushed out.

Song Jingchen hurriedly propped himself up to sit in a wheelchair and followed him out, when he saw that Shen Yijia had come back.

He also holds an old book in his hand.

Song Jingchen's forehead bulged and jumped. Did he buy more than three copies? It's too late to say anything that's blocked. I saw Shen Yijia open the book.

Shen Yijia also lay down and remembered that she threw this book on the carriage because she was in a hurry at that time. Later, she was completely interrupted by the mess and completely forgot it. Fortunately, she didn't lose it.

Song Jingchen held his forehead: "..."

Guess what book?

Jiajia Disdain: Isn't it the most popular book?

Lemongrass