Shu Ziyan sat on the man's lap, her hands wrapped around the man's neck, and she really didn't dare to move.

"Let go."

Jing Heng refused to let go, "Hold me for a little longer."

"I see you are just trying to hug me in a roundabout way."

Jing Heng said nothing and put his head against Shu Ziyan's chest, "Well, I want to hug you."

The sudden and frank admission made Shu Ziyan a little stunned. It was rare for Jing Heng to reveal his emotions like this.

Thinking of the woman Jing Che mentioned, Shu Ziyan couldn't help but frown, and finally asked.

"Because of the girl Jingche mentioned?"

Jing Heng suddenly raised his head from Shu Ziyan's arms and looked directly at her: "No, I was looking for her because she saved me. It has nothing to do with her."

"Then you are so dependent on others?"

"Want you."

Shu Ziyan couldn't bear the sudden answer. She stood up from the man's lap and gave him a look: "I don't have a proper appearance all day long."

"You won't give me any more medicine."

"Go to it yourself, you deserve to be hurt to death."

After Shu Ziyan finished speaking, she turned around and left with a blushing face.

The moment the door closed, Jing Heng's expression changed. He had been chatting with his wife just now, but the wound hurt. He just didn't want his wife to worry.

He took out the medical kit, sat in front of Shu Ziyan's dressing table, picked up a cotton swab in front of the mirror, and applied medicine to his wound.

Because the wound was torn, it looked more serious than before.

When the medicine first touched the wound, I realized that Jingheng had been injured often before and had never felt such pain before.

He took a deep breath and slowly applied the medicine to the wound in front of the mirror.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Jing Heng's action of applying the potion suddenly paused, and he looked sideways at Shu Ziyan who came in from the door, and said in a cold tone, "Why are you back?"

Shu Ziyan looked at the man's painful forehead and was sweating, and she vaguely guessed in her heart that the man had been talking in a pornographic tone just now.

I really tried my best not to worry myself.

"continue."

Jingheng's face was obviously embarrassed when his wife stared at him so straightly, "Don't look at me like that."

"What kind of look? Do you want to eat yours? It's a pity that you are powerless now." Shu Ziyan smiled charmingly and deliberately stretched out her hand to draw a circle on the man's chest.

Jingheng took a deep breath, and for a moment he couldn't understand what his wife wanted to do.

"Yan Bao, are you provoking me?"

Shu Ziyan continued to laugh, "Yes, I'm just provoking you."

As he spoke, the smile on his face slowly faded. He reached out to take the cotton swab from the man's hand, dipped it in the medicine and began to apply medicine to the man's wounds.

Looking at the red and swollen wound, Shu Ziyan's face gradually became a little uncomfortable, and the hand holding the cotton swab slightly increased its strength.

The pain caused Jingheng to take a breath, "Honey, do you want to murder your husband?"

Shu Ziyan smiled and said, "Yes, I just want to murder my husband. Will you give me this chance?"

Jing Heng laughed angrily at these words and reached out to hold Shu Ziyan's hand: "Yan Bao, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true. I'll take your property and support ten or eight pretty boys. Don't be too happy."

After Jing Heng heard this, a gloom appeared on Ying Lun's face, and he stared at Shu Ziyan with dark and deep eyes: "How dare you."

"Why don't you dare? You can't see it anyway."

Jingheng couldn't tell that his wife was deliberately angry with him, so he looked at her aggrievedly: "I was wrong, don't be angry with me."

"I thought you could still endure it. The wound is so serious, how dare you talk to me about it? Why, do you think your wound can heal on its own without telling me?"

"That's not the case, I just don't want you to worry."

The man's answer made Shu Ziyan, who was a little angry at first, feel a lot better instantly.

"I forgive you, don't hide it from me in the future."

"I know, there won't be a next time." Jing Heng replied seriously.

"Next time, you go out and sleep in the guest room."

Jing Heng immediately promised, "There will never be a next time."

After applying the medicine, Shu Ziyan stared at the wound with a frown that deepened: "Jingheng, your wound is torn open. After dinner, you should go to the hospital."

Jing Heng took a look in the mirror and thought that the wound would not heal and his wife would not let him touch it, so he did not refuse, "Okay, I will listen to you."

Just then, Grandma Jing's voice came downstairs calling them to have dinner.

"Let's go downstairs for dinner."

The couple walked out of the bedroom one after another and went to the dining room downstairs. Grandma Jing was already sitting at the dining table.

Shu Ziyan asked Grandma Jing: "Isn't Jing Qian coming back?"

"When his eldest brother came back, he went out and said he had something important and wouldn't be back for a few days." Grandma Jing replied.

Shu Ziyan thought of Jing Qian's identity and guessed what he was doing, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Because the wound on Jingheng's shoulder was close to the right side, it was difficult to hold chopsticks.

I just picked up the chopsticks and accidentally dropped them on the table.

This movement attracted the attention of both Grandma Jing and Shu Ziyan.

"Does the wound hurt?" Grandma Jing was the first to ask.

This hasn't happened to me when I dine with you in the morning. Why can't I even hold my chopsticks after not seeing you for a day?

It seemed like something suddenly occurred to me.

"Did you get hurt when you beat Jingche?"

Shu Ziyan raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect her grandma to be so powerful. She guessed it right away and added fuel to the fire, "The wounds are all torn apart."

Jing Heng: “…”

This daughter-in-law must be a leaker, and she will cause trouble.

"Grandma, it's not a big problem. It's just a wound when I hit someone." Jing Heng replied weakly.

He also saw that his wife wanted to take revenge on him and concealed the wound.

"Does this mean it's not a big problem? I can't even hold the chopsticks. Does it have to break before it's okay?" Grandma Jing's face turned cold to the naked eye.

I feel sorry for Jingheng's injury, but also feel sorry for Jingheng's lack of care for his body.

"I think it hurts you to death."

Shu Ziyan couldn't help laughing after hearing her grandma's words. Jing Heng on the side looked helpless and looked away at his wife's gloating look, which was both angry and funny.

"How dare you glare at Yanyan?" Grandma Jing put her chopsticks on the table with a "snap" sound and looked directly at Jingheng.

Since Jing Heng married Shu Ziyan, he has seen with his own eyes that his status with his grandma has deteriorated day by day.

It was no longer strange to see grandma in such a harsh and harsh state.

"I don't dare." His attitude of admitting his mistake was very fast, but grandma didn't think he dared.

"I think you are very brave. You dare to hit someone when you are injured. You are so capable, why don't you go to heaven?"

Jing Heng felt that these words were particularly familiar, and inexplicably thought of what happened on the first day he returned to Jingyuan after he and Shu Ziyan obtained the marriage certificate.

"Grandma, I have a private jet and can get on it at any time."

Grandma Jing was stunned. It took her a long time to react, and she looked sideways at Shu Ziyan: "Yanyan, is he usually so arrogant in his words?"

Shu Ziyan nodded seriously, "Yes, that's right."
Chapter completed!