The Vicious Fat Wife Dressed as a Disabled General

Chapter 130 Is Di Qing Angry?
"You...you..." Jiang Zhinuan you for a long time, but didn't say anything.

The main reason is that what Di Qing is holding is really too shameful, because she was stuck with a needle this morning, and he wants to help her sew it, but now?She has already used it, why did Di Qing secretly make this kind of thing in the room by himself?
Seeing her coming back, Di Qing raised her head: "You take a rest first, and when I finish this, I'll go and boil hot water to soak your feet."

He spoke naturally, without feeling that the thing in his hand should not be in his hand at this moment.

Jiang Zhinuan frowned slightly, and said after a while, "I've already used it, why are you doing it again?"

"Aren't you going to change it?"

"Huh?" Jiang Zhinuan was taken aback.

"I can't help it in the morning. I'll use it as soon as it's ready. I'll make these in a while. I'll scald them with boiling water to sterilize them and dry them. You can use them tomorrow."

Jiang Zhinuan didn't think it was a surprise.

She even had a terrible feeling, how could he be so familiar with such a private matter of a woman?

In the limited memory of the original owner, Di Qing never took care of her like this, nor did she do this thing for the original owner. She knew that the original owner was always lying on the bed, and every time the aunt made it look like a crime scene .

But now, why does Di Qing understand so well?
She didn't even think about it so thoroughly, but Di Qing thought of it for her and reminded her to change it.

Does this mean that Di Qing took care of other women like she did before?

Jiang Zhinuan raised her eyes and began to look at Di Qing. She seemed to know nothing about him except that his name was Di Qing.

This feeling made Jiang Zhinuan faintly uneasy.

She wasn't afraid of Di Qing's bad background or anything, what she was afraid of was that Di Qing had other women, or that there were other women waiting for Di Qing somewhere she didn't know.

She likes Di Qing very much, but she is emotionally obsessed with cleanliness. If it is her own, it must be her own. If someone else gets involved, no matter how much she loves her, she will give up.

Even if she traveled to ancient times, even if men here can have three wives and four concubines, it is absolutely not allowed here.

Di Qing saw that Jiang Zhinuan was standing there without moving for a long time, with a serious expression on his face, and then realized that the atmosphere was not right.

"What's wrong with you? I'll be fine soon. Here you are, you can put it on first. Give me the used one. I'll wash it together later."

"Have you ever washed someone else?"

"what?"

Jiang Zhinuan couldn't hold back and suddenly asked in a cold voice, but Di Qing was a little taken aback, he didn't understand, what exactly was Jiang Zhinuan referring to?What has he washed for others?
"I said, why do you make things for women? Why are you so familiar with these things? Why do you feel that you know more than women?"

Jiang Zhinuan's three whys finally made Di Qing understand what was wrong with her.

Di Qing smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Because of my mother."

Learned from your own mother?
Jiang Zhinuan felt that his answer was not valid. May I ask which mother would let her son help with this?
She felt that she could ask Ning Bao to help, but she would never ask An Bao to help.

Even if it is a real son, there is a difference between a man and a woman. As the saying goes, a son avoids his mother!

But Di Qing didn't seem to want to say more. Seeing that Jiang Zhinuan didn't believe it, he just said: "My mother's hand was injured. For a while, I was the only one who took care of her. I only washed these things for my mother. , if you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

After he finished speaking, he came over in a wheelchair, and handed a cushion stuffed with cotton to Jiang Zhinuan's hand.

"I'll wash the newly made one first. After you change this, bring it to me and I'll wash it for you. If you find it inconvenient, I'll heat the hot water for you. Don't touch the cold water."

As soon as the words fell, Di Qing went out in the wheelchair.

Jiang Zhinuan looked at his usually tall and straight back, but now he seemed a little decadent, and she seemed to be going too far.

Because of her distrust, Di Qing should have been hurt.

Jiang Zhinuan sighed, closed the door and replaced his aunt's mat, because with cotton, it was much more comfortable than the previous cotton cloth.

She sat down on her bunk, and just wanted to reflect on herself, only to find that there were more than a dozen cotton pads next to her pillow, which meant that Di Qing had just made more than a dozen cushions.

He took it to wash, and the cotton can be used directly after putting it in the mouth.

Di Qing really took good care of her and took care of all the details that she hadn't thought of yet, but she was suspicious of him!

Jiang Zhinuan secretly scolded himself that it was not a thing, and quickly picked up the replaced thing and went down to find Di Qing.

Di Qing was sitting in front of the stove with a pot of hot water burning on it. Seeing Jiang Zhinuan approaching, he took the gourd ladle on the side and scooped out the steaming water that hadn't boiled away yet.

Then new cold water was added, and a few sticks of firewood were stuffed in to increase the firepower.

"It needs to be boiled before it can be blanched and sterilized, and it will take a while. You can take the water back to the house to soak your feet, and go to bed early after soaking your feet."

Jiang Zhinuan didn't leave, just took a wooden pier and sat down next to Di Qing, took off his shoes and socks and put them in the tub to soak.

Di Qing glanced at her, seeing the things she held in her hand hesitated to speak, and finally just turned her head away, staring at the flames in the stove.

Jiang Zhinuan cheekily tapped Di Qing's arm.

Di Qing ignored her.

Jiang Zhinuan nodded again: "Hey, didn't you say you wanted to wash it for me? Don't you think you dislike me?"

Only then did Di Qing turn around and take the thing directly with his hands, not caring at all that the blood on it might stain his hands.

But he still didn't speak to Jiang Zhinuan.

"Are you angry?" Jiang Zhinuan asked in a low voice.

"No."

"You're lying, you're obviously angry!" Jiang Zhinuan apologized to Di Qing, sniffing his nose and flattening his mouth: "I'm sorry, I just had a headache just now, and I suddenly felt that you shouldn't be familiar with these things, so I asked I didn't mean to ask such a question, I apologize to you, please don't ignore me, okay?"

Di Qing tightened his hands holding the firewood, he was indeed a little angry, Jiang Zhinuan obviously didn't trust him just now.

But the reason why he ignored Jiang Zhinuan was because he was afraid that if Jiang Zhinuan continued to ask, how would he answer.

Some things, it's not that he doesn't want to tell Jiang Zhinuan, it's just that he knows, the less Jiang Zhinuan knows, the better for her.

"I'm not angry, you don't have to apologize."

Hearing that Di Qing's voice had softened a lot, Jiang Zhinuan took the courage to put her hand on Di Qing's arm. She secretly squeezed the soft flesh under Di Qing's armpit with her hand, and then quietly tickled him.

Di Qing was ticklish, and couldn't help being scratched by her like this, and burst out laughing.

Jiang Zhinuan withdrew his hand and immediately pointed at him and said, "Here, you smile, and if you smile, it means you forgive me!"

"I'm really not angry." Di Qing took a while to look up into Jiang Zhinuan's eyes: "You don't ask me about my mother and my family?"

Jiang Zhinuan shook his head: "Don't ask, if you want to say it, you will tell me, and if you don't want to say it, I won't force you to say it, everyone has a secret they want to keep, if It's hard not being ready to be snooped on forcibly, I get it."

(End of this chapter)