My wife is super cool

Chapter 227
He had guessed many times about what kind of man Lu Jingan would like.

Among them, the most guessed one is the son of the general.

After all, His Highness loves to wield knives and guns the most, and he is also heroic in the arena, so he will definitely prefer men with similar temperaments to her.

But he never expected that His Highness actually liked Xia Qingmiao.

The young master of the prime minister's mansion who is loved by thousands of people.

Lu Jingan waved his fist, and was about to hammer again, but his bleeding hand was suddenly wrapped by a pair of soft hands.

She turned her head and saw the watery look in Meng Ziyuan's eyes.

The tensed arms unknowingly relaxed.

"My lord..., I..."

She opened her lips slightly, but didn't know what to say, and it took a long time before she could say:
"Sorry for scaring you."

After finishing speaking, she pulled her hand, trying to take back the hand he was holding.

Meng Ziyuan exerted some strength, but she didn't let her pull back, then took out the handkerchief in his arms, and wiped the blood on the wound seriously.

The bark of the tree was rough, Lu Jingan smashed it hard again, and the blue handkerchief was soon stained red.

Meng Ziyuan took off the hairband on her head again, and wrapped it around her wound to stop the bleeding.

The sockets of his eyes were hot, as if something was about to come out of his eyes, he endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back.

Tears slid down his face and silently fell on the bloody fingertips in his hands.

A hot feeling came from the fingertips, and Lu Jingan's fingers curled up reflexively.

After a few seconds, she belatedly realized that the man in front of her was crying.

This is the third man who cried for her besides concubine father and uncle Lan'er.

The fingertips were hot again, and the hand that was accustomed to holding the sword was raised in a panic, wanting to wipe away the tears on his face, but he was afraid of being abrupt, so he could only say dryly in the end:

"Don't cry."

She has no experience with men, and she doesn't know how to comfort a man who is crying so hard.

"These are small wounds. They look scary, but they will heal in four or five days."

She raised her injured hand and shook it in front of him, coaxing him a little clumsily.

Fortunately, Meng Ziyuan stopped crying soon.

Lu Jingan breathed a sigh of relief, he was going to cry again, she really didn't know what to do.

"Your Highness."

"sorry."

Mencius Yuan raised her red eyes and said seriously:
"I shouldn't have brought you here to hurt you."

If he had known that the way His Highness vented his emotions was self-harm, he would never have brought His Highness here.

Hearing his apology suddenly, Lu Jingan was slightly taken aback. Two seconds later, she frowned:

"It's the king who hurt himself. It's none of your business. You don't need to apologize."

After a pause, she said again:
"Speaking of which, my king still needs to thank you."

The image of Lu Jingmo hugging Xia Qingmiao and kissing flashed through her mind. She raised her lips and smiled bitterly.

"If you hadn't stopped me..."

She didn't continue, but Meng Ziyuan understood.

If he hadn't stopped His Highness from making a big noise, everyone might not know how to arrange Xia Qingmiao now.

There was silence between the two for a while, and Meng Ziyuan settled down.

"The person His Highness likes is the young master of the Xia family?"

Although he had already guessed it, he still held such a trace of luck in his heart.

Maybe he just guessed wrong.

But in the next second, Lu Jingan pursed his lips and nodded.

Her reaction just now had already exposed her feelings for Xia Qingmiao, and she couldn't keep it a secret.

(End of this chapter)