Peasant women who keep their wives and make money should be self-improvement

Chapter 136 Emotional (4)
Something seemed to be moving around in his body, screaming, shouting, the hand holding Leng Han's body couldn't help but tighten and tighten...

How could Leng Han not know about Jiang Dazhuang's strangeness, but, rare, she didn't want to say anything, just wanted to close her eyes first, nestle in this arms, which gave her a sense of security, and quietly hurt.

When he came to the cold room, Jiang Dazhuang was very nervous and at a loss. He wanted to speak several times, but he stammered and hesitated.

"Da Zhuang, put me on the bed!" Leng Han said, holding on to Jiang Dazhuang's skirt tightly, resting her head on Jiang Dazhuang's chest, feeling that bursts of warmth radiated from him, warming her .

"Ah Han, I, I..." Jiang Dazhuang wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to listen to Leng Han, put Leng Han on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover her.

She asked in a concerned voice, "Is it still cold?"

"Cold!" After Leng Han finished speaking, his teeth began to chatter.

After leaving Jiang Dazhuang's body, Leng Han felt even colder.

Not only the body is cold, but even the air and bed are extremely cold.

"I'm going to warm up the stove for you. Is there any brown sugar at home? I'll make some brown sugar water for you..."

Hearing this, Leng Han nodded, "Yes, it's in the cabinet, take a closer look, if you're not sure which jar it is, you can ask me!"

"Okay!" Jiang Dazhuang finished speaking, turned and walked out of the cold room.

Go to the kitchen to light a fire, boil hot water, and prepare a warm stove for the cold.

After the stove was turned on, Jiang Dazhuang quickly returned to Leng Han's room, seeing Leng Han frowning tightly, trembling all over, feeling very distressed.

"Ahan, the stove is ready, shall I put you under the bed?"

"Yeah!" He replied weakly, feeling so cold that he didn't even bother to raise his face.

Jiang Dazhuang sighed slightly, lifted a corner of the quilt, put the warm stove in Leng Han's hands, and asked her to hug him, but the coldness in the bed made Jiang Dazhuang startled.

"Ahan..."

"Da Zhuang, I'm cold!"

Not only cold, but also painful.

It was the first time Jiang Dazhuang saw the frail Leng Han, and he still remembered that when they met for the first time, she was stupid and silent, calm and aloof, and even more remembered that when she was in Ning Lan, she was intentionally mean and made things difficult.

That time, she also had a stomachache when she had her period, but it was not as serious as this time.

"Ahan..."

Jiang Dazhuang called out in a low voice, and stretched out his hand several times, wanting to touch Leng Han's face, gently, even just a touch.

But he dare not...

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and went out to the kitchen to give Leng Han some brown sugar water.

After Jiang Dazhuang walked out of the room, Leng Han opened his eyes and smiled.

Jiang Dazhuang's thoughts, in fact, she already knew when she came to Yantai City, otherwise, she would not have let Jiang Dazhuang come to her home for the New Year, and more importantly, Jiang Dazhuang was really kind to Sijin.

Not a little bit of use.

In this regard, Leng Han is very satisfied and happy.

It's just that Leng Han felt that Jiang Dazhuang was a little timid, but he was cute.

Jiang Dazhuang came to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the water tank, picked up the ladle, scooped up cold water and poured a large ladle, then bit his lips hard and exhaled forcefully.

Forcibly holding back, the affection emanating from the bottom of my heart, I dare not confess, dare not speak out.

Even looking at her one more time felt like blasphemy.

"Jiang Dazhuang, you are useless, so useless!"

After Jiang Dazhuang finished speaking, he threw the ladle into the water tank, sat down on the ground decadently, held his face in his hands, and kept pulling at his hair.

It was so useless.

At this moment, Jiang Dazhuang even looked down on such a cowardly self.

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It was the sound of boiling water. After Jiang Dazhuang heard it, he collected his emotions and found brown sugar in the cabinet. He took a piece of brown sugar with chopsticks and put it in the bowl. He scooped up the boiling water and stirred it gently in the bowl.

Then I took a spoon there and carried it to the cold room.

The cold and quiet room made Jiang Dazhuang a little flustered. He put the brown sugar water on the table, Jiang Dazhuang moved the stool and put it beside the bed, then put the brown sugar water on the stool, and sat on the edge of the bed.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Leng Han's face, but stopped in mid-air.

Especially seeing Leng Han shaking his rope non-stop, Jiang Dazhuang felt that if he fell at this moment, he would really be worse than a pig or a dog.

"Ahan, the brown sugar water is ready, can you drink it while it's hot?"

Hearing the words, Leng Han opened his eyes, blurred, hazy, and asked hoarsely, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, let me help you up, okay?" Jiang Dazhuang asked softly.

Leng Han narrowed his eyes, looking at Jiang Dazhuang through the moonlight.

This man, honest and honest, is actually very good-looking. When he smiled, there were two faint dimples on his face.

Very shallow, very shallow, but beautiful.

"Big Zhuang..."

Hearing Leng Han's ethereal voice, Jiang Dazhuang quickly responded, "Well, I'm here!"

"I can't move, you pull me!"

"Okay!" Jiang Dazhuang responded, reaching out his hand to help Leng Han, but he hesitated whether to lean Leng Han on the pillow or in his arms?
Seeing Jiang Dazhuang struggling and hesitating there, Leng Han sighed helplessly.

"Da Zhuang, I don't want to lean on the cold pillow, let me lean on your chest, okay?"

"Ah..." Jiang Dazhuang's eyes widened.

Unbelievable.

This, this, is this a dream?If so, I really hope to keep doing it and never wake up again.

"You don't want to?" Leng Han asked, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"No, Ahan, I am willing!" Jiang Dazhuang quickly explained.

God knows, he was willing to die.

Opportunities you can't ask for.

"Then you don't get up, the brown sugar water will be cold!"

"okay!"

Jiang Dazhuang responded belatedly, helped Leng Han up, and leaned against his chest, afraid of Leng Han, he pulled the quilt to tuck it in for Leng Han, and then brought brown sugar water, and handed it to Leng Han.

Leng Han really wanted to roll his eyes and show Jiang Dazhuang that this bastard is really stupid.

"Ahan..."

"Ok!"

"I, I..." Jiang Dazhuang said, stuttering.

"What's wrong with you?" Leng Han asked.

"Let me feed you!"

Leng Han was stunned, this idiot, do you understand?

"it is good!"

With Leng Han's consent, Jiang Dazhuang was overjoyed.

There was a beautiful smile on the corner of his mouth, with a touch of happiness and contentment.

Jiang Dazhuang let Leng Han lean against his arms, holding a bowl in his left hand and a spoon in his right. He scooped up brown sugar water and blew it gently before handing it to Leng Han's mouth, "Ah Han, I blew it, it's not hot, you can drink it !"

(End of this chapter)