The Male Wife

With his heart in mind, Pei Cheng strode into Jiang Yanzhi’s house.

Erxi was standing at the table grinding, and Jiang Yanzhi, who was supposed to have fallen asleep long ago, was still holding a pen with energy to write. Except for his pale face, he could not see that he was a small patient at all.

Pei Cheng stood at the door, staring blankly at Jiang Yanzhi.

Jiang Yan looked up with feeling, and just saw Pei Cheng look at his scene coldly, his hands flicked, and the last stroke was wrong, and a thick black ink put the two big characters he just wrote. Ruined.

Jiang Yanzhi’s eyes were red, and the conditioned reflex wanted to jump off the chair, but was yelled by the angry Pei Cheng, “Sit well!”

Erxi shook his hands in fright and fell to his knees with a thump.

“Erotic, go out.” Pei Cheng glanced at Erxi, who was kneeling on the ground and shivering, and a flicker of impatience flashed in his eyes. Both Erxi and Sanxi were sent from Xiyuan. Sanxi had problems. It’s impossible.

Erxi felt cold on the soles of her feet, quickly got up from the ground, respectfully paid a tribute to Pei Cheng, and backed away.

After only Pei Cheng and Jiang Yanzhi were left in the room, the atmosphere was awkward.

Jiang Yanzhi buried his head and dared not speak, his eyes were red.

Pei Cheng softened in vain.

After a stalemate for a long time, Pei Cheng finally couldn’t bear it. He walked over, bent over and touched the little guy’s head, and got no response.

With a hard hand, Pei Cheng lifted Jiang Yanzhi’s chin up, holding a clean handkerchief in his hand, and gently wiped his tears, but his mouth was not forgiving: “Man, big husband, what are you crying for?”

It should have been frightened by Pei Cheng’s attitude. Jiang Yanzhi choked a bit, and the tears that had just turned in his eyes blew out. Jiang Yanzhi choked: “Dad, don’t be angry.”

Pei Cheng was crying and laughing because of the appearance of the little guy. Eventually he had to give up pretending to be his father and said, “I haven’t cry yet, what are you crying for?”

Jiang Yanzhi choked for a long time, and it took a long time to stop her tears.

Pei Cheng was tempered by his tears but lost his temper.

Since Pei Cheng took the little guy to his side and took care of him half a month ago, he has never seen Jiang Yanzhi cry so badly, so besides the surprise, more is warm heart.

Because of Jiang Yanzhi’s things, Pei Cheng had just chatted with Jiang Rongzhi for a long time, and the content of the chat was around how to change the habits that Jiang Yanzhi developed in the partial hospital.

But the result did not chat out.

Pei Cheng felt that Jiang Yanzhi’s problem was quite big. After all, in Huacheng, children of a family as big as Jiang Yanzhi would not be so careful in doing things for others.

Pei Cheng sighed and picked up the little guy from the chair and said, “Why not rest. You should now take a good rest as you have been told by the doctor, and raise your body early.”

Jiang Yanzhi coughed a few times, and his face was unnaturally red, saying, “Dad, I can’t sleep.”

Pei Cheng frowned, “Can’t sleep? If you can’t sleep, close your eyes. It’s so cold outside, where is the blanket warm.”

As soon as the words fell, Yu Guang in the corner of Pei Cheng’s eyes glanced at the words written by Jiang Yanzhi just lying on his desk. The scoldings he had just prepared to blurt out immediately swallowed.

——On a piece of snow-white rice paper, two neatly written characters “Pei Cheng.”

Suddenly he didn’t know what to do with a little baby who couldn’t even write his own name, but was obsessed with writing his dad’s name every day.

Pei Cheng gently touched Jiang Yanzhi’s forehead with his forehead and said, “I ask you something, you have to answer me honestly.”

Jiang Yanzhi nodded.

Pei Cheng stared at Jiang Yanzhi’s eyes and said one word at a time: “You tell me all the things Sanxi often mentioned to you during this time.”

No, Pei Cheng was worried that his tone was too harsh, and added a sentence, “Okay? Huh?”