Paranoid Young Master Jiang is madly jealous again

Chapter 247 Makes Me Comfortable, Huh?
After Jiang Qi applied the ointment, he held her finger that was stuck to the band-aid, lowered his eyes, and pursed his lips, "How did this happen?"

Qiao Yining could only see his tall nose, she knew he was unhappy, and she must be feeling sorry for her.

If it was normal, she would do it without pain and ask him to coddle, hug and kiss him to buy gifts.

Now that it hurts, she dare not tell the truth.

"It's just hot red, and it feels itchy to the touch, so I put a band-aid on it."

Jiang Qi was expressionless, "Really?"

He held it with his fingers, ready to pinch it.

Qiao Yining was so frightened that she hurriedly retreated, "Don't pinch!"

Jiang Qi didn't speak, just stared at her darkly.

Qiao Yining was most afraid of his alienated and indifferent appearance, knowing that he just felt sorry for her, and he didn't really want to be angry with her, "It was cut by a knife, just a little bit of skin, I took care of it."

Jiang Qi's eyes were dim, and she usually had red eye circles from a little pain, but now it hurts so much after being cut by a knife.

He didn't dare to hold her hand hard, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Why do you suddenly want to cook?"

The woman in front of her lowered her head, avoiding his sight. After a long silence, she said in a low voice: "Jiang Qi, do you think I'm not a qualified wife?"

"Huh?" Jiang Qi's tone was low and cold.

"I can't clean, I can't do laundry, I can't cook, and I can't take care of you." After leaving the servants, Qiao Yining realized how poor her self-care ability was.

If she is allowed to escape in the wild, she will not survive until dawn.

Just when she was depressed, her chin was lifted.

The man's dark eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, they were deep and serious.

"You didn't have to do these things before. After following me, I will only make your life happier and more comfortable."

Qiao Yining was slightly startled.

I heard him continue to say slowly: "With me, be yourself to your heart's content."

Don't change for him.

If there is one party in a relationship that needs to compromise, it has to be him.

His baby just needs to be pampered and loved.

Jiang Qi hugged her tightly in his arms.

I was thinking about another thing in my heart.

His little princess must have thought that he was poor, so she began to study for the poor life of the two of them in the future.

He had to think of a way to let her know as soon as possible that she could still live in a big mansion, hire people, and be Mrs. Jiang who didn't touch her fingers and just dressed exquisitely every day.

Qiao Yining was so coaxed by him, the depressed mood just now disappeared in an instant.

She won't do it without forcing it, she can be nice to him in other ways.

She is a delicate, beautiful, fairy-like, carefree little fairy.

It is natural to be different from others in some respects.

Let alone a whisper. Although she has no money now, she can get a rich inheritance when her father loses her.
Father Qiao was drinking water when he was suddenly choked up and coughed, almost unable to catch his breath.

After dinner, the two of them went out for a walk, and now Jiang Qi was feeding him, he didn't allow Qiao Yining to lose weight from hunger, he had four dishes and one soup every day, and made sure she was full before letting her leave.

After walking, they returned to the house.

Qiao Yining leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the projector that was just installed today on the opposite white wall, and a movie was playing inside.

Her legs are now in the water basin on the ground, and Jiang Qi is squatting on the ground to soak her feet.

His strength was moderate, and occasionally he pressed the acupoints, his nerves were slightly painful and numb, it was indescribably comfortable, Qiao Yining relaxed his whole body and mind.

When Jiang Qi withdrew the footwashing water, she was lying on the bed with drowsy eyes, her eyes drooping.

A slender black shadow pressed down, his ears were covered, and he felt a little wet, "Is it comfortable?"

Qiao Yining replied lazily: "Well, it's comfortable."

In the next second, her waist felt cold, and then her rough palm moved away. The man said in a low voice with passion and desire: "Now let me feel comfortable, huh?"

(End of this chapter)