When Feng Qing took the bowl, he realized that Fang Zheng's hands were burned red.

"My husband, your hand is burned, why don't you wait for the wontons to cool down before bringing them over?" Feng Qing put down the bowl and hurriedly took Fang Zheng's hand to check. It was no different from later generations, including various packaging boxes and plastic bags. Moreover, this is just a town and food in the stalls outside. Naturally, there is no precious porcelain dress.

"If you are colder, your wife will feel uncomfortable when you eat it." She could only take it over when it was just out of the pot and go to the inn, and it was just enough to enter.

Anyway, most of the time he couldn't argue with Fang Zheng. Feng Qing repeatedly looked at Fang Zheng's hands and confirmed that there were only redness and swelling and no blisters.

Fang Zheng always holds a pen, which is longer and more beautiful than ordinary people's hands. At this moment, his hands are red and it feels a little hot to the touch.

"I'll go to the clinic to buy you some medicine to apply." Feng gently blew Fang Zheng's hands, feeling distressed and angry, angry that he was angry that he only wanted to protect her all day, but not taking good care of himself.

The next moment, Feng Qing was hugged, "Don't go, madam, just let her husband hug you."

He would never want to separate when he could see his wife.

"Or, my husband, go with me." You can apply medicine earlier.

Fang Zheng hugged the man and refused to let her go. Before the people in the clinic left, he would never let the three of them see their wives. "It hurts because of their husband's legs and can't go that far."

This man simply cheated on Feng Qing.

"My wife, it really doesn't hurt because her husband is rough and thick. If she is really worried, she will ask her friend to come up with a basin of cold water and soak her hands for her husband." Fang Zheng couldn't see Feng Qing's face of entanglement and distress, so he spoke.

Even if those three people were not vicious, he would not have let his wife go.

Fang Zheng could not be told for a while, Feng Qing had to drag the person to the bed. When Fang Zheng sat down, she carried a bowl of wontons and walked out, "I'll go and ask my friend to bring water, and bring the wontons to Meili by the way."

When Feng Qing came back, he had a fresh potato and a kitchen knife in his hand.

"My husband, the shopkeeper said that this potato can detoxify and reduce swelling, you can try it." Occasionally, someone in the kitchen of the inn was scalded by splashed oil, and he was reluctant to go to the clinic, so he used to cutting a few slices of potatoes and covering them on the wound. Although it was not as effective as the medicine, it could relieve some pain.

How could Fang Zheng refuse if his wife is so concerned?

"My wife eat wontons first and do it for her husband."

"I'm not hungry." Feng Qing's tone was not kind.

If Fang Zheng doesn't treat the wound, she can't eat it.

Fang Zheng knew that if he said something more, his wife would be angry. He rarely put his hands on his knees and let Feng Qing cut the potatoes into thin slices, and then covered his red and swollen place.

"My husband, does it hurt?" Feng Qing asked while pasting potato chips.

His wife was gently pressing against him, and she looked at his hands worriedly from time to time. Fang Zheng could not feel the pain. He shook his head, hoping that Feng Qing would stick it out earlier.

Finally, the red and swollen parts of his hands were covered. Feng Qing told him, "Have it dry first, I'll post it again to you later."

Fang Zheng did not immediately refute. His eyes fell on the wontons, and his meaning was self-evident.

My husband had burnt his hands for the bowl of wontons, and Feng Qing couldn't refuse. The wontons were still warm. She simply sat in front of Fang Zheng, held the bowl, and fed Fang Zheng a bite first, "I'll eat with my husband."

Fortunately, there are quite a few bowls, so it’s not advisable to eat too much at night, so it’s enough for both of them.

After a bowl of wontons was eaten, Feng Qing's anger subsided a little. She came over to check Fang Zheng's hands and wanted to give him another layer of potato chips.

"Madam, don't pay it back. It really doesn't hurt for your husband." Fang Zheng raised his hands and avoided Feng Qing's hand that came out, "Madam, don't you want to hug your husband?"

You can still hear grievances in your words.

There were people during the day, and Feng Qing really didn't get intimate with Fang Zheng. Seeing that Fang Zheng's face was really painful, she stopped forcing him to return potato chips. She sat beside Fang Zheng and hugged his waist, rubbed Fang Zheng's shoulder, "I want to be my husband."

Fang Zheng raised his arm and planned to wrap around Feng Qing, but Feng Qing hurriedly stopped him, "Don't move, I'll hold you."

Fang Zheng couldn't smile bitterly because his wife was treated as fragile.

I regretted not asking the old couple for a cloth to put the bottom of the bowl.

That night, under Feng Qing's insistence, Fang Zheng really didn't hold his wife at all.

There was no husband the night before. Mr. Feng Qing woke up and woke up. So many things happened during the day. Feng Qing was also extremely sleepy. The tip of his nose was a familiar smell, and Feng Qing quickly fell asleep.

Even if I was asleep, my body would consciously rub into Fang Zheng's arms.

He kissed Feng Qing's forehead and kissed again and again, and Fang Zheng sighed with satisfaction in his throat. In the dark night, no one saw the deep affection that could not be melted in his eyes.

Beside Fang Zheng, Feng Qing slept very well. When she woke up again, the sky was already bright. She had lost her fatigue last night and sat up happily.

The person around him was asleep, and Feng Qingxin took Fang Zheng's hand to check it out.

The redness and swelling on his hands had disappeared, and the original redness and swelling was covered with a layer of white starch, which greatly reduced the beauty. Feng Qing held his smile and wanted to wipe off the layer of white powder.

The hand touched the back of Fang Zheng's hand, but was caught.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Fang Zheng's voice was a little hoarse, but he was also a human being.

His eyes were more confused than during the day, his hair was slightly messy, and a cluster rushed into the collar. The unattainable people in the day were now like fairies falling into the world.

Makes your heart beat faster unconsciously.

Feng Qing lowered his head, kissed Fang Zheng's mouth, and praised, "My husband looks good no matter how good he looks, I'm so lucky, you lady, I've found a treasure."

Every day, I can eat more rice when I look at my husband's beauty in this prosperous era.

The low laughter made half of her body numb, and Feng Qing hurriedly jumped under the bed.

She didn't miss the change in Fang Zheng's eyes.

At this time, she could be weakened by Fang Zheng's kiss.

This is not a good time. Beautiful lives next door, and Beautiful may come and knock on the door at any time.

Feng Qing's skin was not thick enough to go out to see someone with swollen lips.

Feng Qing was fast, and the person around him who had just woken up was faster.

A force came from her arm, and after a dizzy turn, Feng Qing was already lying on the collapse, Fang Zheng was hanging above her, and his pupils were already black.

Thin lips covered.

Feng Qing raised his hand and covered his mouth, "Honey, my husband, stop, it's too late, let's go home and kiss again."

Feng Qing has used this excuse several times, but she will not succeed today.

Fang Zheng is going to kiss again.

"My husband, stop, I'm hungry." After thinking about it, Feng Qing hurriedly thought of another reason.

As expected, her belly actually sounded.

Gulu.

After being with her husband for a long time, she didn't blush like this when she was hungry, and even emphasized, "I didn't lie to you, aren't I?"

Unable to let his wife go hungry, Fang Zheng had to kiss her red lips heavily, then get up, pull Feng Qing up, put on her clothes one by one, and the two of them went out holding hands.

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