Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin went back to her room and changed into ordinary clothes.

Ordinarily, Sheng Yuanshan's presence means there are foreign guests, and she will not change her clothes when she returns home.

Zhang Nanshu glanced at the door where she was sleeping, and moved her position closer to Shengyuan Mountain.

She lowered her voice: "Zhuzhu likes that iron-headed one, Sheng Taozuo."

Sheng Yuanshan's expression was indifferent, and his dark eyes were so deep and emotionless.

"is it?"

"She didn't dare to admit it, but I could tell. You didn't see her passion for making shoes," Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin is not good at everything. She doesn't know how to make shoes, and there is no need for her to do it in the future. She knew best how to analyze the pros and cons, but she worked hard to learn.

Just to make a pair of shoes for Jing Yuanzhao.

Zhang Nanshu also teased her, saying she was "returning the favor", which was not true.

"Does she make shoes? It doesn't look like her." Sheng Yuanshan said.

"That's why it's so valuable." Zhang Nanshu said, "She is like a kitten, more vigilant than any other animal. She wants warmth, but is also afraid. She will run away and hide if she is not careful."

Hide yourself from harm.

Sheng Yuanshan listened silently.

"If you disrupt the situation, you will ruin her best life." Zhang Nanshu said.

Sheng Yuanshan raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were still quiet, but seemed to have some emotion: "Azhao is not her future."

"What you said doesn't count, and what I said doesn't count. But Zhu Zhu wants it, and that's the key." Zhang Nanshu said.

Sheng Yuanshan quietly looked out the window.

There is an osmanthus tree outside the window with lush branches and leaves, which are brightly dyed by the light from the colorful glass window in the living room. The leaves are like emeralds.

After a long while, Yan Xin finally came out of the bed.

Three people had dinner.

Zhang Nanshu refused to leave and wanted to sleep with Yan Xin. Yan Xin asked Banxia to find her pajamas.

The two of them took a shower and then lay down.

"Zhuzhu, Master Sheng is still determined to give up." Zhang Nanshu said, "These men are quite discerning, but they are just too annoying."

Yan Xin: "..."

She thought of Zhou Junwang's screams of "Miss", which made her cry sadly, and she felt even more troubled.

"I don't understand a bit." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu: "What don't you understand?"

"They are all very good people. Why do they like me? Jiang Siqiao has never liked me in his life." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu: "You have only been married for more than a year, but you have been married for a lifetime?"

Yan Xin regretted her mistake and bit her lip.

"He is stupid and has blind eyes but does not recognize Jingshan jade. Other men have very vicious eyes." Zhang Nanshu said, "Why don't they like you? You are beautiful."

"Appearances age easily, and beauty becomes dull after being looked at for a long time."

Zhang Nanshu: "That's right. That iron knot is the most sincere to your heart."

Yan Xinxiao: "You actually spoke for him."

"I'm your adviser, idiot. I want to find the best one for you." Zhang Nanshu pinched her.

"So, the eldest marshal is the best?"

"It's just a general among the dwarfs. What's the best? He's so beautiful. Alas, none of these stinky men makes me fancy." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin laughed.

Miss Zhang San also said that Yan Xin is a fool, and she herself is the fool.

If she liked him, she wouldn't choose someone for Yan Xin, but she would choose him herself.

The two talked for half the night, and Yan Xin's mood improved a lot.

A few days later, Zhou Junwang was away from home because of something. Mrs. Zhou really wanted to ask Yan Xin again to give her a prescription for maintenance, so she asked her youngest son Zhou Muzhi to come find her.

After this incident, Mrs. Zhou values ​​​​life and death, and she still wants to live.

It was the first time Zhou Muzhi came to Jiang Mansion. He was not sure about the situation at Yan Xin's side, so he walked through the gate first.

When the boy at the concierge saw him, he looked down upon him and said, "Looking for our Young Mistress Xi? You have to find Young Master Xi first."

Zhou Muzhi: "Okay, okay, it doesn't matter. I'll ask your young master Xi to come out."

Concierge: "Just wait."

He slowly walked in and visited Jiang Si Qiao.

Zhou Muzhi waited for a while and saw that there were almost no servants at the gate of Jiang Mansion. It was a little hot in late Siyue, so he couldn't stand standing impatiently, so he sat down on the corridor.

Someone comes through the door.

The young woman seemed to be in a hurry and walked in in a hurry.

Zhou Mu subconsciously stood up, and the woman bumped into him.

"Are you going to die?" Zhou Muzhi's chin was scratched by her hairpin, causing a sharp pain.

He raised his voice.

I reached out and touched it. There seemed to be no bleeding, but it was really painful.

The woman has a pink face, she is young, and her hair is dark and swarthy, which makes her fairer and fairer. She has plump cheeks and a straight nose. She is a pretty girl.

Zhou Muzhi just thought he was a young lady from the Jiang family and held back his anger: "You are so anxious, are you going to fight ghosts?"

"Who are you and why are you sitting here?" The woman was stunned for a moment and her tone was not good.

Zhou Muzhi: "Are you talking to me in this tone?"

There were footsteps again behind me.

The young man chased after him and stepped forward to hold the girl's hand: "Rongrong, Rongrong, please listen to my explanation...who are you?"

Zhou Muzhi rolled his eyes: "I am an honored guest."

Fifth Young Master Jiang Huitong: "..."

Who calls himself a distinguished guest?

"I am the fifth young master of the Jiang family. Who are you looking for?" the fifth young master asked.

Zhou Muzhi: "You can't control it."

Fifth Young Master: "..."

Fu Rong, the fifth young mistress, shook off his hand and ran inside in a hurry.

Only then did Zhou Muzhi find out that the young couple were quarreling.

It's boring enough.

He waited for a while, and Jiang Siqiao came out, respectful and flattering, and sent him to Songxiangyuan.

Yan Xin is at home.

"Tell my wife, don't be impatient. I will remember her affairs. I will visit her again after the Dragon Boat Festival," Yan Xin said.

Jiang Siqiao: "Can't you go earlier?"

"The human body requires a process to take care of itself. Mrs. Zhou has just recovered from a serious illness, so she needs to take care of herself first. Just like a sick crop, you need to use medicine to get rid of the disease first.

Once the disease has passed and the crops have begun to grow well again, top dressing can be done. This process cannot be omitted, otherwise the gain outweighs the loss. "Yan Xin said.

Jiang Siqiao was unhappy.

Zhou Muzhi: "The young miraculous doctor is right. That's okay, I'll go back and recover."

He turned around and left without waiting for Jiang Siqiao.

Jiang Siqiao still wanted to say something to Yan Xin, but when he came out a moment later, Zhou Shao disappeared in the turmoil.

The interior of Jiang Mansion was a bit bleak, but the courtyard was quite large. Zhou Muzhi was full of confidence and soon took a wrong turn.

As he walked, something seemed to be getting more and more wrong as he walked; but there was no servant on the road, so Jiang Siqiao failed to follow him.

"What kind of broken residence is this?" Zhou Muzhi cursed.

He turned into a bamboo forest.

He vaguely heard someone talking, so he walked over and wanted to find someone to ask for directions.

"Rong Rong, really, I only love you." The young man's voice was coaxing.

"Go to bed." The woman said shakily.

"No, right by the window, I like that."

"Someone will come," the woman said.

The man said: "Who has nothing to do and comes to our place?"

When Zhou Muzhi heard this conversation, he had already passed through the bamboo forest and saw the back window of a bedroom, where he met a woman's eyes.

She is too young and can only be regarded as a girl. The clothes are peeling off, the face is rosy, the black hair is flowing from the shoulders, and the skin is whiter than snow.

Zhou Muzhi was stunned.

The young woman seemed to want to scream when she saw him. The surging spring tide turned white instantly. She bit her lip and reached out to close the window lattice.

Her husband was behind her, burying his face in the back of her neck and kissing her skin. He didn't raise his head and pushed her until she couldn't stand, but she used all her wits to close the window.

The window lattice closed with a bang, and Zhou Muzhi hurriedly avoided it as if he had just woken up from a dream.