The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 220, the room is full of joy, Jiajia is sad

  It was different from the previous ones, and it was not like the shallow taste of Shen Yijia when she was drunk. This kiss was domineering and aggressive, and it seemed to be suppressing something.

   Shen Yijia was confused by the kiss, her eyes gradually blurred, her face flushed red because she couldn't breathe, and suddenly she kept her hand on her waist, Shen Yijia's heart tightened, not waiting for her to move.

  Song Jingchen stopped suddenly, looked up at her, put another kiss on her lips, and sighed: "Fool, you can't even breathe."

   Shen Yijia's lips were still a little numb, and she couldn't tell how she felt, but her heartbeat was a little fast, thumping, as if it would jump out of her throat in the next second. Hearing this, she hummed: "You don't teach me, how could I be, I can't let others"

   The rest of the words haven't come out yet, and the mouth is blocked again. This time Song Jingchen just bit her lip punitively and left: "I'm not allowed."

Shen Yijia was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to realize that what he said was that others were not allowed to teach, she burst out laughing, hooked Song Jingchen's neck, raised her head and pressed it on the corner of his lips: "Well, no, you are not allowed either. teach others."

  Song Jingchen imitated her appearance and stamped on her forehead, dotingly said: "No, I only teach you."

   The two of you kiss me and I kiss you. After a while, Shen Yijia fell into a deep sleep.

  Song Jingchen reached out and took out the sachet under her pillow, sighing lightly.

   He lifted the quilt and got up, went out to take a cold shower, and when he came back, he took out a set of black casual clothes from the closet and put on it.

   As he was about to go out, he paused, turned a few steps, walked to the bed, and put a letter on Shen Yijia's pillow. Looking at Shen Yijia's sleeping face, she lowered her head and placed a kiss on his forehead, saying softly, "Wait for me."

   After saying that, he went out and left without looking back. Passing by the front yard, Tuanzi looked straight at him with dim light eyes, Song Jingchen glanced at it, and Tuanzi immediately gave way.

  Danzi: Master, the male master is too scary, I can't help you, huh~

  Under the cover of the night, Song Jingchen quietly came to the entrance of Xiagou Village, where there was a person and two horses waiting.

   "Master." Nan Feng called out.

  Song Jingchen nodded, took the rein that he handed over, flipped onto the horse, looked back at the direction of the village tail, and spit out a word: "Go."

   Nanfeng rushed to keep up.

  The two horses galloped forward, and suddenly Song Jingchen pulled the reins and squinted at an oncoming carriage.

  Fan Mingyuan stepped down from the carriage in a state of embarrassment, heaved a sigh of relief, and finally caught up.

   "Let's talk," he said.

  Song Jingchen frowned and dismounted.

   The two walked aside, Fan Mingyuan spoke first: "I guessed that the masked man was you that day."

The meaning of    is that he already knew that Song Jingchen's legs were healed, but he did not reveal it.

  Song Jingchen: "So what?"

  If Fan Mingyuan insists on doing something bad to him, he doesn't mind keeping his mouth shut.

  Fan Mingyuan saw the murderous intent in his eyes, and smiled bitterly, then suddenly lifted his robe and knelt down, and kowtowed to Song Jingchen.

  Song Jingchen frowned, thinking that Fan Mingyuan was talking about something again, and his eyes became colder and colder.

   "The first head is for the old man. If it wasn't for him to bring me back to the house, I wouldn't be where I am today."

   After he finished speaking, he leaned over and squatted again: "The second one is for the teacher. I am arrogant and self-righteous, and I have failed his teaching."

   Knocked again: "The last one is for you. As your elder brother, I turned a blind eye when you needed me the most. For the sake of righteousness in my eyes but disregarding your situation, I am ashamed of the old man and the teacher."

  Song Jingchen looked at him without saying a word, Fan Mingyuan didn't seem to care, he got up after knocking, patted the dirt on the hem of his clothes, and exhaled: "Don't worry, I'll help you at home."

After a long time, Song Jingchen spit out two words: "Thank you."

   didn't say anything else and turned to leave.

   Looking at the figure disappearing into the night, Fan Mingyuan rubbed his swollen head. After he got the news, he guessed that Song Jingchen would not ignore it. He traveled all night to give him some peace of mind, but he didn't miss it.

   Beijing.

   "Why did you suddenly change your mind?" The middle-aged man in a black robe restrained the anger in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

  The handsome man pushed the brewed tea towards the middle-aged man, and said slowly, "He still has what I want in his hand."

   The middle-aged man took a deep breath. He seemed helpless to his immobile temperament, and took a sip from his teacup. Slowly said: "Do you think you can stop the carrier pigeon by stopping him?"

   "No." The handsome man picked up his phoenix eyes: "I can't stop it, it should be enough to delay it for a while. What I want is only one person's life, not the subjugation of Daxia."

   "Since you already knew his legs were healed, you shouldn't."

"I was just suspicious before. Besides, he doesn't move, how can I find what I want?" The handsome man filled him with tea again: "Don't worry, I will not forget my mother's hatred. They, Not one can escape."

   "Hong'er, you." The middle-aged man paused and sighed lightly, "Just don't forget it."

  The handsome man picked up a handkerchief and wiped his slender fingers, and said, "You should go back, after all, this is Daxia."

   "I'll leave tonight." The middle-aged man's voice fell, and neither of them spoke again.

   "Xianggong!" Shen Yijia woke up from her sleep and hurriedly turned to look at the seat next to her, there was no one there.

   Her eyes tightened, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, putting the letter aside. She frowned and picked it up, only to see four big characters written on the envelope, "My wife and my wife."

   Thinking of the arrival of Shopkeeper Wang in the afternoon, and Song Jingchen's abnormality, Shen Yijia had a guess, and the tears fell uncontrollably as soon as she pouted.

   Since she came here, she has not separated from Song Jingchen for a day. The thought of not seeing her beautiful husband for a long time made her feel uncomfortable.

  Teardrops fell from her cheeks and splashed on the envelope, and soon the word 'Awife' was blurred.

Shen Yijia's heart was tense, she quickly took the letter away, reached out and wiped it on her face, and wiped the two words with her hand. She hiccupped, pouted, and wanted to cry again.

   took a sniff and held it back, she slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.

   "Jiajia my wife, seeing the letter is like me.

  Prince is in trouble, I have to go, I hope you will forgive me.

  At home, you still need to take care of it.

   After I rescue the prince, I will deal with you.

   Husband: Stay with caution. "

   As expected, Shen Yijia hurriedly ran out and went straight to Mrs. Li's room when she thought of something. From a distance, she could see that the light in her room was still on.

   As soon as Shen Yijia approached, the door opened. Seeing her red eyes, Mrs. Li sighed and took her hand into the house.

   "Mother" Shen Yijia has a lot to ask, the most wanted to ask is where is Song Jingchen.

   Remember the flag in chapter 29 that the prince said he would not write to Jiajia, haha

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   (end of this chapter)