My husband is a white lotus

Wen Heng didn't want to expose the wound to others, but he was afraid that it would make things worse. Now when Bai He asked, he could only falter and say: "It's nothing... I accidentally bumped into a pillar."

"Nonsense!" He really can't lie, Xianjun can tell at a glance, "You are not a child, can you still walk without eyes? Tell me who bullied you, and I will vent your anger for you. "

Bai He's words sounded a little impassioned, and he really thought so.

Wen Heng couldn't hold him back, so he had no choice but to tell the truth honestly.It turned out that a few children were naughty and did not obey the rules in class. Wen Heng made them unable to memorize the memorization, but instead contradicted them. In a fit of anger, Wen Heng hit them on the hand with a ruler.Unexpectedly, these urchins held grudges very much. After school, they took advantage of his unpreparedness and injured him with stones.

It is very common for students to disrespect their teachers.

Bai He couldn't help being furious when he heard this, "Little bastard is such an idiot, he doesn't understand the principles of the kings, relatives and teachers of heaven and earth, how did he bully you?"

In fact, he has already regarded Wen Heng as his person in his heart, whoever bullies the little scholar will undoubtedly have trouble with him.

Wen Heng's eyes widened in surprise, he didn't expect that the seemingly gentle and polite fairy would sometimes utter dirty words.He couldn't help saying embarrassingly: "Forget it, it's just a small matter."

But Bai He said decisively: "No, how can I just spare them like this, I have to settle the score with them."

Seeing that Wen Heng couldn't persuade him, he became angry instead, "You are a god after all, so what's the point of being angry with a child?"

He tugged on Bai He's sleeve, and said softly, "Okay, I'm the one who got hurt, not you. I'm not even angry, so why should you meddle in your own business."

It is precisely because of the injury on Wen Heng's body that Bai He couldn't bear it all the more. You must know that he has immortal protection, so it's okay to suffer a little bit.The little Xiucai was born with delicate skin and flesh, so I don't know when it will be healed.

But seeing Wen Heng's general attitude and just wanting to calm things down, Bai He has no choice but to find out who is the culprit.

The spot on his forehead finally caught his eye, Bai He gritted his teeth secretly, trying to pretend nothing had happened, "Is there any medicinal wine at home, let me wipe it for you."

"Yes." Wen Heng stretched out his hand and pointed towards the room, "It's in the mahogany drawer."

Bai He went in to look for it, and saw it was a small jade white porcelain bottle, he took off the lid and sniffed it, the smell of wine was strong and steaming, he poured some out in the palm of his hand, and wiped it on Wen Heng's forehead.

The strong smell of medicinal wine could not cover up the faint lotus fragrance on Xianjun's body, which made people feel distracted in a trance.Wen Heng felt a little uncomfortable, "I'll do it myself."

"Don't move." Bai He pressed his shoulders to prevent him from getting up, and continued to move his hands.

Although his kneading movements were gentle, the wound was a little damaged, but it was a slight tingling pain.Wen Heng couldn't help barking.

Bai He stopped, "Does it hurt?"

"It's not very painful." Wen Heng shook his head quickly.

He obviously has a weak appearance, but he likes to pretend to be a big man. This person's temperament is also quite interesting.Bai He smiled, and made the movements of his hands lighter, using only his fingertips to smear a little.

After being retouched by medicinal wine, the redness finally subsided a little, and it didn't look so scary anymore.

While Bai He was putting away his things, Wen Heng begged him again: "Go and help me get the square towel under my pillow."

It was meant to be worn on the head to slightly cover the face, so as not to be seen by A Chi and scare the child.

No matter what time it is, you still only care about others.Bai He muttered, but in the end he still handed the things to him, and said stiffly: "Don't go into the kitchen later, I'll cook."

Wen Heng said: "Can you eat what you make? Even if I can eat it, A Chi has no appetite."

Xianjun is unavoidably a little depressed. If he knew this, he should have practiced his cooking skills more before going down to earth—but he is a flower that absorbs wind and drinks dew, and never eats whole grains, so it is difficult to have a chance to practice his skills.

Facing the mirror, Wen Heng carefully put on the square scarf, the wound was not visible, and he looked even more handsome with sculpted eyebrows, clear and graceful.

Xianjun was slightly fascinated, until Wen Heng turned his head and asked, "How?"

Only then did he realize that he had lost his composure, coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Very good."

When having dinner, Ah Chi couldn't help staring at his father frequently, the curiosity of a child is inevitable in the end.Thanks to Bai He who helped to cover it up several times, no news was leaked.

Wen Heng washed A Chi and carried him to bed, Wen Heng became worried, his appearance was inconvenient for his son to see, if he slept with A Chi at night, the child would be very restless in his dreams, bumping his hands and feet, in case he got injured What should I do if I yell out in pain?

Bai He saw his troubles, and volunteered: "You sleep in my bed tonight, and I'll sleep with A Chi, so as not to disturb you."

"Is it possible?" Wen Heng hesitated.Children are not easy to coax, he is afraid that Xianjun will not be able to handle it.

Bai He patted his strong chest and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

This arrangement was also the only way, Wen Heng had no choice but to tell A Chi that he felt a little uncomfortable and had to rest alone tonight.

Fortunately, A Chi is a sensible person, and he didn't cry and ask his father to accompany him, but nodded obediently.

Wen Heng packed his things, and came to Bai He's guest room in a thin pajamas. He saw that the house was clean and spotless, which shows that Xianjun usually takes care of it very much.

Everyone likes clean people. As the host, Wen Heng has a little more impression on this guest.

Lying quietly on the mattress, the fragrance lingering around the pillow is endless, in a trance, Wen Heng thought of the scene of being hugged by the fairy that night during the thunderstorm, and the roots of his ears couldn't help but feel slightly warm.

The more you don't think about it, the more chaotic your mind will become.Wen Heng didn't fall asleep until midnight, so he quietly put on his clothes and got up, walked along the corridor to the back room, opened the door gently, and saw that the older one was sleeping soundly, while the younger one was in a crooked posture. He turned around, but Bai He's elbow firmly blocked his shoulder, preventing him from falling to the bottom of the bed.

Sure enough, the gods are powerful, and they are quite good at taking care of children.Wen Heng couldn't help smiling, yawned, and slowly returned to his room.

As time went by, the wound on Wen Heng's forehead gradually healed, and the shop Chang Yunqi mentioned was really open.He himself is busy with affairs and has little time to spare, so he asked Wen Hengchang to take care of him.In addition, three or five times in half a month, Chang Yunqi would go there in person, or help check the accounts, or negotiate a few business deals, which shows that he is not completely careless.

Wen Heng has been a teacher for several years, and he knows nothing about business. When he first came into contact with it, he naturally found it difficult. Fortunately, Bai Hechang came to guide him to give some advice - he didn't have his own thoughts on the shop. The innocent little scholar was kidnapped by a traitor.

This day, Wen Heng was checking the calligraphy and painting at the counter to verify whether the rare works from the previous dynasty sent by Zhenbaozhai were authentic or not, when he saw a fat woman enter the door slowly, holding a child in her hand.

Immediately, Bai He floated out like a ghost, and stepped forward to attract customers. He has an excellent appearance, and he is the living sign of this shop.

The woman's net worth seems to be very rich, and she opened her mouth to ask for a set of bluestone inkstone produced in Taihu Lake.Bai He responded, and was about to order someone to search inside, when he saw the little scholar's face changed slightly, and he looked at the pair of customers with a little panic.

After thinking about it for a while, Bai Xianjun understood, and narrowed his eyes slightly—there was nowhere to look for, and it took no effort to get here, and the culprit came to the door by himself.