The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

When the wind blew, Jiang Tingxia felt her wet clothes sticking to her body and she suddenly felt cold.

She urged Li Changpu, "Okay, get up quickly. It's windy outside. I need to go inside."

Li Changpu didn't listen and reached out to take off her other shoe. Jiang Tingxia got anxious and said, "You took off my shoes and asked me to walk barefoot."

Before she finished her words, Li Changpu stood up and picked her up by the waist. Jiang Tingxia's half-taken shoes also fell to the ground.

Li Changpu 'laughed' at her, "With your small body, you still have the ability to wear such wet shoes."

He strode into the house holding Jiang Tingxia in his arms, "Hurry up and change your wet clothes."

Li Changpu moved a large wooden barrel into their bedroom, poured hot water into it, and steam rose up.

Jiang Tingxia was soaking in hot water, while Li Changpu stood aside, took another porcelain basin, placed it on a high stool, and washed Jiang Tingxia's hair.

He pressed his fingers on Jiang Tingxia's scalp, trying to be as gentle as possible so as not to hurt his wife, who was made of tofu.

Jiang Tingxia's whole body was soaked in the warm water, her neck resting on the edge of the bathtub, her hair falling into the basin like a piece of fine silk.

The water in the basin was just the right temperature. Li Changpu pressed his fingers on her head. Jiang Tingxia squinted her eyes and looked very enjoyable.

"Brother Li."

Jiang Tingxia didn't open her eyes, and said to Li Changpu who was massaging her scalp: "I have something to tell you."

"whats the matter?"

Jiang Tingxia said: "I'm going to join the art troupe."

Li Changpu didn't have any other reaction, just asked, "Didn't you refuse before?"

As soon as Qu Datong and Chu Dan left that day, Jiang Tingxia told him that when they were in the study, Chu Dan invited her to join the art troupe. Jiang Tingxia told him that she didn't want to go, so she found an excuse to turn it down.

"Yes, I originally refused," Jiang Tingxia said with a smile on her face, looking very happy, "but I sent the song to Chu Dan, and after the people from the art troupe saw it, they insisted on hiring me as the troupe's arranger."

"They were so enthusiastic, calling out one talent after another, that I had no choice but to agree."

Li Changpukong stretched out his hand and pinched Jiang Tingxia's face, "You are the easiest to lie to. When others praise you, your tail will wag to the sky."

Jiang Tingxia did not deny what Li Changpu said. She always loved to hear people compliment her and she really couldn't change this habit.

Jiang Tingxia's eyes were cunning when he asked Li Changpu, "What tail? How can I have a tail?"

Li Changpu pinched her face with his fingers, but he didn't use much strength. Jiang Tingxia cherished her face the most.

He asked and answered, "What tail? Your fox tail."

Jiang Tingxia opened his eyes and looked at Li Changpu. He blinked and looked aggrieved, like a pool of water under the moonlight, with ripples rolling. "You said I was a fox."

Seeing her like this, Li Changpu shook his head and said deliberately: "It's hard to say."

"I think you are really a fox."

Looking at Jiang Tingxia's peerless beauty, which looked even more lively and charming after being wet, Li Changpu's heart moved.

"A woman who turns into a fox eats people's hearts."

Jiang Tingxia stopped pretending, put away his seductive eyes, and suddenly splashed a handful of water at Li Changpu. He laughed, his voice like a silver bell, "If a fox spirit wants to bewitch people, it will look for scholars. Don't worry about you, a fool. Fox spirits will avoid you when they see you."

He doesn't understand when I flirt with him. Is he bewitched by a vixen?

My lungs are going to explode.

I still remember the last time, Li Changpu brought back some fresh beef, Jiang Tingxia made grilled steak and opened some red wine, wanting the two of them to have a candlelight dinner and be a little romantic. As a result, Li Changpu walked to the table and asked her why she lit white candles on the table. He even used more tactful words and asked if she was commemorating something.

Jiang Tingxia lost interest at that moment and was so angry that she ignored him for two days. She cooked all the steaks in one pot, rolled them in pancakes and served them with green onions. The man ate them with relish.

Li Changpu was bunging Jiang Tingxia's hair and deliberately said, "Yes, women like gentle and knowledgeable men."

He added: "When you see someone like me, stay several feet away."

The meaning of Li Changpu's words was so obvious, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his words. Jiang Tingxia was definitely trying to make up for it, so she raised her eyebrows and changed her expression.

"Look at what you're talking about. What I mean is that you are a righteous person, and no demons or ghosts dare to approach you."

Jiang Tingxia was the first to feel wronged, and she pouted and said, "You misunderstood me again."

"I'm not praising you."

Li Changpu knocked her head and said, "When it comes to you, you can turn black into white."

He reached his hand into the tub and tested the water temperature. "It's OK. Don't stay in the water for too long. Just soak for a while. Come out now."

Jiang Tingxia obeyed obediently, spread her arms, and said coquettishly: "I want you to hug me."

Li Changpu couldn't do anything with her, so he covered Jiang Tingxia with a thick towel, carried her to the bed, wrapped her in a quilt, and put two hot water bottles in her quilt.

Jiang Tingxia, who is so afraid of cold, felt hot.

Li Changpu also went to the kitchen to cook a pot of ginger soup, and asked Jiang Tingxia and the three children to drink a large bowl each. Jiang Tingxia was reluctant to drink it, so he half coaxed and half forced her to drink it.

Li Changpu was still thinking about Jiang Tingxia saying that she had agreed to join the art troupe, and also thinking that she already had a job as a translator, so she asked, "You have to go to the art troupe, and you have to continue your work as a translator. Can you handle it? Will it be too tiring?"

Jiang Tingxia was wrapped in a thick quilt, unable to move, like a bloated silkworm. Li Changpu helped her drink ginger soup. Her face was wrinkled from the spicy ginger. When she heard Li Changpu say that, she turned her face away and stopped drinking.

Jiang Tingxia looked very proud, "I can't help it. I am so talented. I have to work hard. Those who are capable should do more work."

Li Changpu held Jiang Tingxia with one hand and held a cup of ginger tea with the other. Listening to Jiang Tingxia bragging, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

Jiang Tingxia was so proud that her tail was about to rise to the sky. She said, "I really don't know how you are so lucky to marry someone as outstanding as me."

Seeing Jiang Tingxia being so narcissistic and adorable, Li Changpu finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jiang Tingxia saw that Li Changpu, who was so serious, suddenly laughed so hard that he bent over, so he started laughing too.

She asked, "Why? What are you laughing at?"

In Jiang Tingxia's opinion, what she said was the absolute truth, what's so funny about it.

The main reason was that Jiang Tingxia was too confident, especially the people from the art troupe brought by Chu Dan. They were the best in the world. After being praised a lot, she was now extremely confident, so she didn't care about Li Changpu's smile at all.

"Am I not beautiful? Am I not talented? Isn't a woman who combines beauty and talent like this excellent?"

Li Changpu hugged Jiang Tingxia closer and brought the ginger tea in his hand back to her mouth, "You are excellent, too excellent."

"Come on, drink up the remaining few sips, and you'll be even better."

Jiang Tingxia closed her mouth and refused to open it to drink the ginger soup. She twisted her body wrapped in the quilt, trying to struggle away from the ginger soup in Li Changpu's hand.

"what!"

She wailed, "I'm already so good, there's no need to be better."