The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

Burying his head in his chest, Jiang Ying sneered at himself, "Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo, you must be laughing at me now, right? I have unknowingly developed a bad habit of only being able to fall asleep peacefully in your arms!"

It was already late at night, and the child was thrown into the ear room by Jiang Ying.

So as not to be inappropriate for children.

Yan Zhuo was sober, and Apia was overjoyed.

[Huh? How can it be a bad habit? He thinks this habit is very good, very good!]

[It would be even better if I could also enjoy lying in bed with him during the day and not run around outside…]

Of course, Yan Zhuo had no objection to Jiang Ying going out.

On the contrary, when she was running around outside, he felt so guilty that he just wanted to wake up quickly to help her share the burden.

The woman he was talking about should have just eaten, drank and played, and spent her extra time with the children, but now she has to take on so much!

With his eyes closed, Jiang Ying was almost falling asleep when he felt something hooking his little finger.

I opened my eyes, raised my upper body and took a look. Oh my god, it was the Dog Prince!

His hand miraculously moved a little bit inward, just enough to reach the half fingertip of Jiang Ying that was hanging outside his belly.

Pointing his index finger upwards, he touched her slowly and rhythmically.

Jiang Ying was a little surprised and looked down at Yan Zhuo's face, "Are you going to wake up?"

Unfortunately, there was no response for a long time.

Jiang Ying pretended to be angry, "If you wake up and keep pretending to want me to serve you, I will be angry!"

"Yanzhuo? Yanzhuo?"

After shouting twice, she subconsciously turned over and sat directly on Yan Zhuo's waist. She reached out to flip the man's eyelids until she saw that his pupils were dilated and unfocused. Only then did she believe that he was not awake, but had an advanced version of his body reflex?

There have been so many things going on these days!

As he was thinking this, the next moment, Jiang Ying felt something hit his butt.

she,"……"

As a doctor, he has helped Yan Zhuo to bathe his body more than once.

So, she knew very well what it was, but even if it was a not uncommon physiological reaction, wasn't the frequency of the Dog Prince a little too high?

She asked Qi Ren and Kunan implicitly, but they didn't tell her that such strange things happened when they were serving.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ying continued to be as steady as an old dog. He sat on Yan Zhuo's waist and moved forward a little bit to avoid him. Then he supported his chest with both hands and leaned over to his ear.

She deliberately exhaled into his ear, "Yan Zhuo, you can hear it... you are conscious... right?"

She grabbed the hand he had just moved, held it in front of her eyes, and asked again, "If you can hear me, can you move your fingers and let me know?"

Staring without blinking, Jiang Ying felt a surge of genuine anticipation in his heart.

Perhaps, a vegetative patient who is conscious and responsive can be easier to wake up than a vegetative patient who knows nothing?

Little did she know that her question stumped Yan Zhuo!

I don’t know whether I should expose myself…

Of course he didn't want that secretly, because if he did that, the little woman would definitely not wash him or change his clothes for him anymore.

But this selfish thought was discarded by Yan Zhuo as soon as it emerged in his mind!

The fingertips naturally jumped twice in front of Jiang Ying's eyes.

Jiang Ying was overjoyed, "Can you really hear me talking to you?"

[I can hear it.] Yan Zhuo said in his mind, and his fingers moved again.

This made Jiang Ying very happy. She leaned over and hugged Yan Zhuo's neck tightly, and something warm slipped into it.

Yan Zhuo's soul choked. He couldn't believe that the little woman was actually crying. She was crying for him. It was rare and heartbreaking.

[Be good, don't cry, I'm fine.] He tried to move his fingers.

Jiang Ying felt it, grabbed it, and put it against his lips, "Yeah, yeah, I understand, I understand you won't leave me alone. It's my fault, I was stupid, I didn't test whether you were conscious earlier. It's good now, I say, listen, it makes me feel that I'm not fighting alone."

More than that, she’ll find a way!

I'm sure you can find a way to wake up the kid's father!

However, this thought took me a long time, and I made countless attempts during this period.

Including the fact that she was really ashamed and shameless, and used her hands to help the Dog Prince vent!

She also used a silver needle to pierce his fingernails, crying as she did so. Tears flowed all over Yan Zhuo's face, as if he was crying in pain.

Jiang Ying tried one incredible method after another for half a month, but finally gave up after realizing that they were all useless.

She said calmly, "If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster. If it's a disaster, you can't avoid it."

"Yan Zhuo, I'll wait for you."

The latter naturally gestured wildly with his fingers, indicating that he was willing to accept any exaggerated stimulation, because he was heartbroken and about to die, and he just wanted to wake up, hug the little woman tightly in his arms, kiss her, and love her!

However, no one can change what Jiang Ying has decided.

Over the next two months, she did just as she had initially imagined. She went to the palace during the day to check on Concubine Chen's pregnancy, and left the palace on time at 3 p.m. to go home, spend time with her child, accompany Yanzhuo, read books and picture books to the father and son, and prepare delicious food.

Yan Zhuo is lying in bed, and his diet needs to be light, soft and easy to digest. His son has just started to eat complementary foods, and he has similar requirements.

They can be eaten together, and Jiang Ying is lazy, so he doesn't have to make two servings!

Often, she would force the food her son couldn't finish into Yan Zhuo's mouth, "Don't spit it out. This is what your son eats, don't you think you're disgusted with it?"

Yan Zhuo, "..."

He didn't dare to despise it, but could he just spit it out and let it go?

When are you headed these days!

Eating is easy, but studying is a pain.

One likes to listen to martial arts picture books about fighting and killing, and the other loves historical theories. They are like a poor student who draws little men in class and a top student who concentrates on his studies. The contrast is too great, and it is really difficult for Jiang Ying, a teacher who changed his career halfway through, to be a teacher.

Just after finishing reading The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre to his son, the little fellow held up the small wooden sword that Yan Zhuo had made before and collected from the Prince's Mansion, and stabbed Yan Zhuo in the forehead with the sword, "Hehehehe..."

[Scumbag father, what I hold in my hand is the Heavenly Sword, which commands the world and no one dares to disobey. Do you accept this? ]

Yan Zhuo, "..."

Jiang Ying rolled his eyes and threw his son's weak sword away, "Alright, your half hour is over. Now it's time for Daddy to listen to the Han Dynasty."

Poor thing, put down a book and pick up another one.

There is no doubt that these books were taken out by her from the space, and in order to prevent Yan Zhuo from suffering in bed all day, she also hired the best carpenter, drew the blueprints herself, and made a wheelchair for Yan Zhuo.

In this way, you can push him out for a walk from time to time.

Even though he couldn't open his eyes, his perception was still there, which could be considered a kind of environmental stimulation.

In three months, the stars move, the seasons change, and when the green leaves on the trees fall in batches, autumn comes.