Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

Yao Jia wanted to say that it didn’t matter to her whether there was a scar or not, she was ready to divorce this man.

Thinking of what Lin Congmo had just said, he forced a smile and nodded, "Thank you, doctor."

After everyone left, Yao Jia squatted down to look at Nangong Xiu Lan who was lying on the couch.

"Have you seen the banknotes I put in my dressing-case?"

"..."

Nangong Xiu Lan's long eyelashes trembled. If he had the strength now, he would definitely stand up and greet Yao Jia's butt.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yao Jia was about to get up and leave, but her hand was grabbed by Nangong Xiu Lan.

"Go copy the Star Technique!"

Yao Jia: “…”

When Yao Jia thought about having to spend her annual leave in the misery of studying hard, she became angry and slapped Nangong Xiu Lan on his injured back.

"Ugh" Nangong Xiu Lan groaned in pain.

The man was beaten in the morning, and Yao Jia regretted it in the afternoon.

Because she heard from Lin Jiang that a servant found a stack of silver bills hidden in the dressing table when he was cleaning it, and gave it to Nangong Xiu Lan for safekeeping.

Yao Jia covered her face. The silver note was taken away by Nangong Xiu Lan. She hit him out of anger. He would definitely not tell her this time.

In order to find out the location of the banknotes, Yao Jia was very active.

"Ajiang, change a book."

"I'll come, I'll come."

Yao Jia put down her pen, snatched the book from Lin Jiang, ran to Nangong Xiu Lan, opened the book for him and put it away.

……

"Ajiang, water."

"I'll come, I'll come."

Yao Jia put down her pen, snatched the teacup from Lin Jiang's hand, and happily fed the tea to Nangong Xiu Lan. After feeding her, she took out a handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped the water stains from the corners of Nangong Xiu Lan's lips.

The dog-legged appearance is unbearable to look at.

……

So much so that as soon as Nangong Xiu Lan opened his mouth and uttered the word "Ah", Yao Jia ran over reflexively.

"I'll come, I'll come."

Lin Jiang: “…” Then I leave?

This time, Nangong Xiu Lan did not give her a chance to perform. His eyes passed over her and fell on Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang smiled and went over to help Nangong Xiu Lan stand up.

Yao Jia then realized that Nangong Xiu Lan had been forced to drink four or five cups of tea by her, so he should go to the toilet.

He quickly stepped aside and said to Lin Jiang with a smile: "Hehe, come here, come here."

Yao Jia felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, like there was a thorn in her back and something stuck in her throat. Her mind was filled with thoughts about the banknotes, so how could she have the energy to copy books?

Before she knew it, it was evening again. Yao Jia stretched and stood up to stretch her muscles.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was Yao Jia's breathing. She thought Nangong Xiu Lan was asleep.

She spent the entire afternoon secretly searching every place where the banknotes could be hidden, but couldn't find them. Now the only place left was on the couch where Nangong Xiu Lan slept.

Yao Jia tiptoed over and just bent down to search for the banknotes.

"Have you finished copying?"

A deep, mellow voice came from Nangong Xiu Lan.

Yao Jia's body stiffened. She lowered her head and found that Nangong Xiu Lan was staring at her with his beautiful willow-leaf eyes.

"No." Yao Jia replied honestly, "Are you awake? But are you hungry?"

Nangong Xiu Lan had a gloomy face and said nothing.

He had long seen that Yao Jia was so attentive to him because of the banknotes, but he was indeed very hungry, and after Yao Jia forced him to drink several cups of tea, his stomach was already empty.

But he was angry with the little girl and didn't want to pay attention to her, let alone give her another chance to perform.

He tried to stand up, but the injury on his back was hurt again and he fell back onto the couch in pain.

Yao Jia hurried over to help him up, "What's wrong? Did the wound open again? I'll go call Lin Jiang."

As he said that, he turned around and left.

"No need." Nangong Xiulan weakly called her, slowly propped himself up and sat up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go get some food."

It’s not time for dinner yet, so I can only eat some of Yao Jia’s usual snacks.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll get it for you."

Yao Jia happily ran to the outer room, and soon came back with a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand.

He brought it to Nangong Xiulan and said, "Here, it's still warm."

It is millet and red bean porridge. The golden millet is accompanied by plump red beans. When the porridge is stirred with a spoon, a few red dates flip out of the porridge.

“…”Nangong Xiu Lan reached out to take it, but Yao Jia dodged it.

"It's hot. Let me blow it for you."

As Yao Jia spoke, she picked up the bowl of porridge and blew hard with her mouth, following Nangong Xiu Lan's sitting position.

Being so close, the hot steam from the porridge blew onto her face, feeling warm.

She originally wanted to blow on it, but she didn't expect that the scene of blowing the porridge with her mouth would be quite a shock to Nangong Xiu Lan.

I didn’t expect that the heartless little girl would be so gentle and well-behaved at such a moment.

Yao Jia blew a few more breaths of hot air before she felt the temperature was just right. She did not give him the porridge, but scooped out a spoonful and handed it to Nangong Xiu Lan's mouth.

Nangong Xiu Lan stared at her for a while before opening his mouth and drinking it.

One feeds and the other drinks, and the bowl of porridge is soon finished.

Feeling that Nangong Xiulan was not full, Yao Jia held the bowl and asked, "There's still some on the stove. Can I serve you another bowl?"

"I'm full, you continue copying books."

Yao Jia: “…”

Resisting the urge to dump the bowl on Nangong Xiu Lan's head, Yao Jia stomped her feet and walked out.

When he came back, he was also holding a bowl of porridge in his hand. He drank it while walking and muttered to himself, "It's fragrant and sweet. It's really delicious."

Nangong Xiu Lan looked at her moving figure, wondering what she was thinking.

Yao Jia put the bowl on the table, sat down and started eating with relish.

Not long after, Lin Jiang came in with a lunch box and saw Yao Jia already drinking porridge from a bowl. He was surprised: "Hey! The porridge cooked by the Young Master is ready so quickly?"

Yao Jia nodded, "I left you one bowl. If it's not enough, you can go eat in the restaurant."

Lin Jiang took a bowl of medicine out of the food box and said to Nangong Xiulan, who was still in a daze, "Master, it's time to take the medicine."

After helping Nangong Xiu Lan drink the medicine, Lin Jiang immediately ran out to drink porridge.

"Young Pavilion Master! Your porridge is cooked to the perfect softness, sweet and delicious, it's simply a delicacy!"

Yao Jia lowered her brows and stared at the remaining porridge in the bowl without saying a word. In her previous life, she suffered from dysmenorrhea when she was fleeing. Sanlang borrowed the stove in the Taoist temple to cook a bowl of red bean and millet porridge for her, and coaxed her to drink it in small sips. The porridge was mixed with the softness of red beans and the sweetness of jujubes. After finishing a bowl of porridge, her body and mind were filled with warmth.

She asked Sanlang, since red beans were put in it, why were there big dates as well?

He said: "This is called Shuanghong Congee. It's the way my mother made it. Girls will feel better if they drink it when they are not feeling well."

Such a man ended up killing her...

"Ugh!"

"You are so young, why are you sighing?"

Yao Jia raised her head and met Nangong Xiulan's inquiring eyes. She put away her melancholy and said with a smile, "It's because I didn't find the banknote that I feel bad." She leaned against Nangong Xiulan, grabbed his arm and acted coquettishly, "Brother Lan, just give me back the banknote. That's the money I saved for a long time."

Nangong Xiulan pulled back his hand, withdrew his eyes, buried his head in his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "I'll return the banknote to you and let you go whoring again?"

Nangong Xiulan suddenly thought of something, raised his head abruptly, looked at Yao Jia coldly, and asked: "Are you sure that I am really not angry at all? Yaoyao, tell me, you want to divorce me, is it because you think I am too strict with you? Or do you think I am too cold to you? Or..."