The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

'Boom' There was another thunder explosion in the sky, mixed with lightning. The wind outside also became stronger and howling, and the big trees in the courtyard were blown loudly.

With a "click" sound, a small branch was blown and broken.

Jian Xining frowned when she saw Qin Zheng still sitting in the yard. Why wasn't Qin Zheng in a hurry?

What if a thunderbolt comes down and kills him?

She became anxious first, forget it, forget it, but even if he was hit, he didn't mean it, and she was not a stingy person.

She hurriedly rushed into the yard and reached out to help Qin Zheng, "Oh, why aren't you in a hurry? He will be struck to death by lightning in a moment. Come in quickly, come in quickly."

Qin Zheng let her support him, and he put all his weight on Jian Xining. Jian Xining groaned under the pressure. She felt that she was going to be out of breath, but she still gritted her teeth and helped Qin Zheng to the house. Here, let him sit on the kang.

She ran to the yard again and moved the recliner Qin Zheng had just sat on into the house.

As soon as she brought the chair in, it was pouring rain outside.

Jian Xining gasped, "Emma, ​​it's really dangerous."

She looked at the heavy rain outside, thinking that her fourth brother should be hiding from the rain at the supply and marketing cooperative, so he wouldn't be stupid and come here in the rain, right?

What about Sister Xuemei?

She didn't ride a bicycle, so she should have found a place to hide from the rain, right?

While she was worrying about Li Xuemei and Jane Eyre, she didn't pay attention to Qin Zheng. He stood up from the kang and walked towards the cabinet next to him. There was no sign of lameness on his feet and he walked vigorously.

He took out a large cloth bag from the cabinet and returned to sit on the kang.

Jian Xining stared at the rain for a while, then turned around and went into the house, muttering, "Qin Zheng, do you think Sister Xuemei won't get caught in the rain?"

Qin Zheng pursed her lips, "As long as she's not stupid, she won't get caught in the rain."

Jian Xining thought for a moment and nodded, "It shouldn't get wet. Sister Xuemei is smart."

She muttered again, "I don't know when the rain will stop. How can I go back?"

"Jian Xi Ning." Qin Zheng suddenly called her name.

Jian Xining was startled and looked up at him.

He handed her the cloth bag he just took out from the cabinet, "Here, it's for you."

"What?" Jian Xining asked.

"Open it and take a look."

Jian Xining untied the rope of the cloth bag and took out a bag, a red handbag.

It may not be too fashionable in later generations, but it is already very fashionable in this era. The most important thing is that it is made of real leather, red lambskin, with a simple and elegant style, without fancy decorations. Look It's quite comfortable to wear.

Jian Xining raised her head and looked at Qin Zheng, "This is..."

"Last time, you said you wanted to hang the little rabbit on your bag, but you also said you didn't have a bag. I have a friend who makes one, so I made one for you." Qin Zheng said.

Jian Xining suddenly had mixed feelings. In this era when everyone carries a canvas bag, Qin Zheng gave her a small leather bag.

He is quite fashionable...

Jian Xining held the bag and looked at it from left to right. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. The style of this bag looked like a basic model from Chanel.

Seeing that Jian Xining seemed to like her very much, Qin Zheng slightly raised the corners of her lips.

"Did you ask someone to make it specifically for me?" Jian Xining asked, blinking her eyes, her beautiful eyes shining with excitement. In her previous life, many men had chased her, but no one had ever given her a handbag.

If someone had given her a bag, she wouldn't have been single for more than 20 years and never been in love.

"I just don't want the rabbit I carved with all my heart to be covered in dust." Qin Zheng said lightly.

"Oh." Jian Xining responded, then carefully put the package into the cloth bag, then raised his head and said with a bright smile: "Thank you too, because I really like this bag."

Her smile is so bright, like a cup of hot tea in winter, the warmth creeps in, giving people a feeling of ironing.

Qin Zheng stared at her smile, her heart felt as if a feather had swept over her, making her feel itchy and weak.

He clenched his hands slightly, then loosened them again, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.