Jun 30, 2024
For example, if you are afraid of angering Zongjin, this preferential treatment will disappear; The man no longer mocked him for "reneging on his word" and touched his finger on his wound.
It’s even more frightening to look at those injuries closer.
Zong Jin wanted to concentrate on taking the medicine for him, but there was always a flash in front of him. He Lianheng was covered in blood and looked distressed. Anger is still very strong, and I can’t wait to cut the beast’s head into sections and hang it on the tower as bacon.
He touched the hard and dead meat with his fingertips, and carefully smeared the ointment into a thin layer.
Soon, Zong Jin got up with a medicine bowl and sat in front of him and pulled his arm to deal with another wound.
Chapter one hundred and twelve Doubts abound
He Lianheng directly looked at his words but asked, "Your hands are so light, but it’s not like you."
"What’s not like me?"
"Do people in Weichi House serve you?" The man said, "It’s time for someone to do these things for you. You don’t like a natural handy person … "
He Lianheng’s words were so difficult that he was taken away and read smoothly. He replied, "I’m not a worshiper … I mean, my brother likes to be served, but I don’t like it."
"But you are the master after all."
"Do housekeepers have to have women to serve them?" Zong Jin asked. "Women are too much trouble, and I think it’s in the way."
"… I didn’t say it was to be waited on by a woman."
“…………”
Zongjin glanced at him, full of unhappiness.
Of course, he will think of women from the words of He Lianheng-he is full of men asking him if he didn’t marry. When he thinks of marrying, he thinks of He Lianheng’s long-dead wife. If he loved him for many years, how can he marry with peace of mind?
ZongJin more think more feel not frank simply way "LianHeng … I see your name is lotus"
“？”
"While talking about admiring me for many years, I married my wife’s house early," Zong Jindao said. "Now I still have the cheek to secretly spy on my privacy, and it’s annoying to pretend to be this pair of clear water and white lotus."
The man was dazed, his eyes widened for a few minutes, and then he suddenly smiled and bent his eyebrows.
"What are you laughing at? You’re laughing at me. I’m scolding you. Can’t you hear it?"
"Laugh that you care so much about my marriage."
"… always say a word about it?"
"You say you and me and listen to me."
"Wang Du"
With Zong Jin’s foul words, Lian Heng’s smile never diminished. At the end, he explained, "I, she, have been engaged since childhood. She was terminally ill. Originally, I wanted to break off my marriage. I insisted on marrying and doing my best as a householder … so I stopped forcing myself to be kind to him, but I found out your privacy was just curious."
"curious about what?" Zong Jin didn’t good the spirit. "I’ve been injured everywhere since I was a child and I don’t like others touching me. I’m used to dealing with injuries myself. What’s wrong?"
"There’s nothing wrong. That’s right."
Rao is He Lianheng who answers his words without refuting him. He still feels that he has the wind.
Anyway, He Lianheng can’t get a good argument for him-the other party is ashamed and likes to be hypocritical; He is upright and outspoken, and naturally he can’t win.
Zong Jin’s hand didn’t stop stroking in his head. This is like leading to these things. In hindsight, he felt that he was being led astray. Then he reiterated fiercely, "I just talked to you. Did you listen to it? Don’t stand in my way for me. I’m not tied up …"
Like afraid of HeLianHeng retort he went on to say "… besides, you have to block you for me. Isn’t that unnecessary? Knowing that I’m wearing a soft armor and I have to block the backstabbing for me won’t hurt me … "
As he spoke, he suddenly blessed his heart. "Oh, I don’t understand you. Is this to make me owe you? You are so insidious … "
But he didn’t expect that it was He Lianheng who asked a sentence "… what soft armor?"
“？” Zong Jin also lost his hand and looked up at him. "In the tower, you ordered someone to prepare a dress with a gold silk soft armor in it … Isn’t that what you gave?"
"… I have no idea"
"ha? Don’t play with me, "said Zong Jin, tearing his neckline with one hand." This is it … "
But he was wrapped in gauze at the neckline, and there was no sign of soft armor.
"What?"
"Come on, don’t pretend," said the little boy impatiently. "I’m sure you ordered someone to take it off when I changed my clothes … It’s a pity that you love acting so much that you can’t sing."
"I really don’t know."
He Lianheng said seriously and frowned.