After returning, Feng Qing didn't think about sleeping in separate beds. Even if she wanted to, Fang Zhengding was unwilling to do so.

Although she had a conflict with Fang Zheng, Feng Qing didn't think about starving him. She cooked porridge and heated up the scallion pancake made by Gong Meili, stir-fry a little cucumber and serve some pickles.

At the dining table, Feng Qing was quieter than before, and she only lowered her head to eat. No matter how Fang Zheng took the conversation, she looked at him coldly.

Fang Zheng was not annoyed, and his wife was willing to sit face to face with him, so he had the chance to calm his wife down.

After a meal, Feng Qing stood up and prepared to clean up the dishes.

Fang Zheng held her hand and said, "Madam, I'll do it."

After glanced at him, Feng Qing simply retracted his hand and raised his foot to the room.

Before Fang Zheng came, she simply took the embroidery bandage and continued to embroider the wedding dress that had been put on hold since yesterday.

People in the world have different ways to calm themselves. Whenever Feng Qing is not calm, he will thread a needle. Once she is immersed in it, she will forget the people and things around her and feel peaceful.

Today, Japan thought it would be the same as before, but in less than half a quarter of an hour, she had already made several mistakes. Feng Qing's hand seemed to be constantly moving, but he couldn't help but glance at the door from the corner of his eyes.

A slight footsteps came, and Feng Qing withdrew his gaze.

If you don’t check, your hand will hurt.

"Madam?" As soon as Fang Zheng stepped into the room, he saw the blood beads emerging from Feng Qing's fingers. He stepped forward, grabbed Feng Qing's hand, wiped the blood off her, and sighed, "Madam is not in a stable mood, don't touch the needle and thread."

After saying that, despite Feng Qing's objection, he took away the needle and thread from her hand.

Anyway, it was seen that Feng Qing simply stopped pretending. She glared at Fang Zheng and sneered, "You can make me lose my mind frequently, are you secretly proud?"

This is to find fault.

After a pause, Fang Zheng did not make any noise. He found medicine and applied it to Feng Qing's finger.

In the not-so-bright room, the dim light hit Fang Zheng's side face. This was a proud and noble person, but now he is willing to squat in front of him and carefully deal with the wound she doesn't care about.

Feng Qingxin hurt a little.

After dealing with the small wound on her fingertips, Fang Zheng lifted her sleeves and applied medicine to her wrist.

It is easy to rub the medicine off at night, so Fang Zheng bandaged her again.

Fang Zheng's movements were gentle and orderly, and his breathing hit her hands, making Feng Qingxin feel numb.

"Don't, don't think I will forgive you easily if this happens." Fang Zheng suddenly looked up, Feng Qing couldn't dodge for a moment, she blushed and threatened hesitantly.

He reached out and gently stroked his wife's face. Fang Zheng curled the corner of his mouth, "As long as the wife is willing to forgive her husband, she will be successful no matter how long."

Fang Zheng was frightened by Feng Qing's coldness towards him. He would rather Feng Qing speak ill of him. In this way, the wife was at least willing to pay attention to him.

Feng Qing's eyelashes trembled with this indulgent expression and doting look, but he snorted coldly in his mouth.

She pulled out her hand, turned her back to Fang Zheng, "Don't touch her until I forgive you."

After a long time, he didn't hear Fang Zheng's response. Feng Qing turned around and glared at him.

"Okay." Fang Zheng nodded helplessly.

Since he agreed to his wife, Fang Zheng really tried not to touch his wife. If he accidentally touched her, he would also smile apologetically.

This obedient and obedient look really made Feng Qing's chest full of anger.

She snorted again and lay down facing inward.

"My wife, sleep first, read a book for her husband." Fang Zheng dimmed the oil lamp a little, and he said softly.

Closed his eyes, Feng Qing ignored it.

A strong anger hurts the body, and a great anger hurts the body. After Feng Qing recited it silently several times, his mood calmed again. There was an occasional slight sound of flipping through books behind him. Feng Qing listened to the sound and quickly fell asleep.

Next to the bean lamp, Fang Zheng put down the book, got up and came to the bed.

He reached out, held Feng Qing's hand, and clenched his hands. Fang Zheng sighed in her ear, "How can you control yourself as a husband?"

Feng Qing, who was sleeping, had forgotten that she was still angry. She instinctively grabbed Fang Zheng's hand and unconsciously shouted "Husband".

"For the husband." The eyebrows and eyes were completely softened. Fang Zheng kissed her forehead and lay down sideways, carefully holding the person in his arms.

Feng Qing spontaneously found a comfortable position and slept better by smelling the familiar smell.

Feng Qing slept heavily. When she woke up, she touched the bed beside her, and it was already cold.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

Just as I was about to get up, the door was opened.

"My wife is awake?" Fang Zheng's hair was a little messy, and some boiler ash was rubbed on his cheek. He stepped forward and prepared to get clothes for his wife. He reached out and found that there was also dust on his hands. He was rarely embarrassed, "My wife wait, wash her husband's hands before she comes."

"Wait." Feng Qing couldn't stand Fang Zheng so much, and Fang Zheng was so embarrassed that Feng Qingxin suddenly became soft.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zheng stepped forward and looked at Feng Qing gently.

Feng Qing didn't open his mouth, but only stretched out his arms.

Fang Zheng understood, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his whole body seemed to be covered with spring. He strode forward and picked up the person directly. The heart in his chest was very aroused.

"Madam, have you forgiven for your husband?" Fang Zheng's breath was a little unstable, and he asked carefully and tentatively.

"My husband should remember what he said yesterday and don't hide it from me again, especially for the harm of the body." Even after a night, Feng Qing still felt a little aggrieved when he thought about it.

"Okay, I won't hide it from my wife anymore."

"Then I'll forgive you once."

Fang Zheng hugged the person tightly, "Why is it so good for you, Madam?"

He thought he loved his wife enough, but it was not until this moment that he realized that he could love her more.

This morning, Feng Qingxin enjoyed Fang Zheng's service with satisfaction, and even Fang Zheng helped him wash his face.

The porridge that Fang Zheng cooked was better this time than the last time, at least it was cooked. After the two of them had breakfast, Fang Zheng sat beside her and didn't move. Feng Qing looked up strangely, "Are you not going to the county school today?"

"I want to accompany my wife for my husband."

"My husband doesn't have to accompany me." Feng Qing simply got up and took a book bag for him. "Since my husband has gone to the county school, don't fish for three days and dry the net for two days. Study hard, I'm still waiting to be a juren."

Of course this is not true.

However, Fang Zheng still took the book bag, "That's husband--"

"You don't have to come back early." I knew what he was going to say, and Feng Qing blocked his words directly, "Don't worry, unless Meili and the others come back, I won't open the door at will, don't worry."

Seeing that Fang Zheng was still hesitating, Feng Qing simply pulled him up and walked towards the door.

"My husband, go slowly, I'll wait for you at home." Feng Qing stretched his head out, looked at the no one around, she tiptoed, kissed his face, and then pushed the person out, "Let's go."

Looking at the closed door, Fang Zheng raised his lips, and he reached out and touched the place where he was kissed, and his smile became warmer.

"My wife, don't be hungry. If you don't want to make it at noon, buy some food."

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Chapter completed!