Allow her to be pampered

At this time, Yue'an was in the hot summer, and the night wind was no longer cool, so it was difficult for people to sleep and eat.

After the long kiss, Wu Qingzhi raised his head, pinched Chi Rong's face lightly, his deep eyes were like the scorching summer wind.

"Chi Rong, let's go home."

The twilight light floated on Chi Rong's face, and when her eyelashes trembled, the light was shattered, and it seemed that there was no place for love.

"Then you have to reflect on it when you go back. Why do people always miss you? You are such a big man, you have to guard, guard..."

Wu Qingzhi looked at Chi Rong with a smile, just waiting for her reply.

But seeing Chi Rong pouted embarrassingly, he stammered and shouted, "You have to keep your masculine virtues! Don't keep getting me into trouble!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Qingzhi burst into laughter.

He was about to capture Chi Rong, and wanted her to be executed on the spot, after all, he wanted to kiss her well to show the majesty of a husband, but on that side, Chi Rong had already blushed and ran away.

The two went back to the mansion, had a simple dinner, nothing happened, so they went out together and took a walk on the boulevard.

Chi Rong didn't eat much for dinner, but he was stuffed with cold drinks. He ate two big bowls of iced sour plum soup and hawthorn shaved ice.

The ice slag was so cold that Wu Qingzhi held Chi Rong's hand, feeling that his little hand was chilled.

Chi Rong was ignorant, and in the other hand was holding an enamel mug filled with herbal tea, drinking it as he walked.

This herbal tea is mixed with freshly squeezed lemon juice, and it smells sour and fragrant.

Wu Qingzhi saw that Chi Ronghai was drinking, as if he was a neighbor walking around. He was very old-fashioned, so he couldn't help laughing: "Chi Rong, why do you like sour food so much? If you get pregnant in the future, I'm afraid it's this hawthorn bayberry. The day will never end."

Hearing this, Chi Rong immediately gouged out Wu Qingzhi's eyes in a daze, and groaned, "You can't just keep your promises, you said before, don't worry about having a child!"

After hearing this, Wu Qingzhi smiled but didn't answer, and just caressed Chi Rong's hand affectionately.

That little hand was icy and cold, but cold and clammy sweat broke out from the palm, but Chi Rong was still howling hot and hot, and the left and right were very contradictory.

Wu Qingzhi became a doctor after a long illness, and immediately felt something strange, so he suddenly asked, "Chi Rong, have you received a monthly letter this month?"

These words were like thunder, Chi Rongyuan's other hand that raised his glass to drink, immediately froze in mid-air, and did not move at all.

"You you you you you you have nothing to do, why ask me this question!"

Chi Rong couldn't bear the shame and indignation, and immediately cried out urgently.

It's not that she deliberately wanted to play her temper, even though the two of them are extremely close, the matter of Guishui has been regarded as ominous since ancient times, and it is a private matter that women can't talk about.

Wu Qingzhi is not a doctor, so this question is even more straightforward, indeed it seems a bit abrupt and rude.

Chi Rong refused to answer, but Wu Qingzhi remained patient, and asked again softly: "Chi Rong, Yue Xin is not a shame, I am your husband, so naturally I have to care about your body, just tell me, okay. "

Hearing this reassurance, Chi Rong felt a little moved in his heart, so he bit his lower lip fiercely, and made a small indentation on the petal-like lip, the bright red circle was deep and charming. .

But seeing her shaking her head in embarrassment, her voice was as thin as silk: "...no...no."

"Then don't drink this herbal tea anymore."

Wu Qingzhi's voice was low, and he snatched the enamel jar, and gently touched the center of Chi Rong's eyebrows with his fingertips, and sighed again: "Tomorrow, I will invite Doctor Song to take your pulse carefully."

This was a casual sentence, but who would have expected that after hearing this, Chi Rong actually backed away, showing a panicked expression.

"No! You can't ask Uncle Song to get your pulse! He knows my second uncle, and if he sees something, he will definitely tell my second uncle!"

Chi Rong suddenly cried out in surprise, and Wu Qingzhi thought she was afraid that the traditional Chinese medicine would taste bad, so she said with a gentle smile, "Chi Rong, you must take good care of your body. At worst, I will buy hawthorn for you every day."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to reach out to hug Chi Rong's waist.

However, this remark is ambiguous, which is more intentional by the listener.

Unexpectedly, Chi Rong turned around to hide, and said with a sad face, "Wu Qingzhi! You say that I, I won't be...not harm, harm... ...Aren't you overjoyed!?"

The long wind pierces through the forest, and the sound of leaves whispers.

Just when the two were speechless and the surroundings were silent, it was Wu Qingzhi who twitched the corners of his lips, finally bent slightly, and burst out laughing, breaking the silence.

"What are you laughing at! I'm going to die of anxiety! If my second uncle finds out that I'm pregnant, he can't break my legs!"

But seeing the corners of Wu Qingzhi laughing and tears, Chi Rong stomped his feet anxiously, and even slammed his elbow into his waist hard, causing Wu Qingzhi to groan.

"Hurry up and tell the truth now, did you secretly touch me while I was sleeping! Otherwise, why didn't I send a monthly letter, and I still like to eat sour fruits! Stop laughing and tell me!"

Chi Rong grabbed Wu Qingzhi's arm and shook it from side to side, his little face turned red like an apple.

Wu Qingzhi couldn't help laughing, his brows and eyes were curved, but he hooked Chi Rong's hand, put it directly in the ear, and whispered in a low voice: "Chi Rong, the deal is done, why don't you resign tomorrow and go home to raise your baby."

Before the words were finished, Chi Rong screamed immediately, clenched his small hands tightly, and punched Wu Qingzhi's body with punches, but the force was as light as the light rain of pear blossoms.

Wu Qingzhi smiled and dodged away, but saw that Chi Rong's moves were getting slower and slower, and when he looked closely, he was sobbing and about to cry.

Seeing this, Wu Qingzhi immediately panicked, stepped forward and hugged her, and coaxed her in an earnest voice: "Chi Rong, I'm kidding you! Don't cry, I was wrong."

"You lied to me, you said before, don't do bad things to me! You don't even have a good discussion with me, just let me have a baby!"

Chi Rong was still wailing.

Wu Qingzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he thought that Chi Rong's careful guessing was too delicate, and it really touched his heartstrings, so he deliberately teased her.

But she never thought that Chi Rong was a young and ignorant girl, and after being teased by him, she really believed it and confused her mind.

"Chi Rong, I never overstepped, and you are not pregnant, I was the one who teased you just now, don't cry."

Wu Qingzhi hastily stretched out his hand to wipe Chi Rong's tears.

His fingertips were dry and warm, and when he wiped them carefully under Chi Rong's eyes, it made her squint her eyes.

Chi Rong choked and asked, "Then why didn't I send a monthly letter?"

"You are so greedy for cold, your hands and feet are cold, it must be your body cold," Wu Qingzhi lowered his eyebrows, kissed Chi Rong's hand lightly with his lips, and pressed his face against the back of her hand, "Look, your hands are frozen In this way, how can there be a monthly letter?"

Chi Rong was still frightened: "Then why do I like sour food now?"

Wu Qingzhi let out a low laugh, the voice was low and hoarse, but it was numb to the ear: "Because it tastes sour. Chi Rong, if you feed me candied hawthorn every day, I will also like it."