Feng Yin: "…ah haha"

She beat me dryly, and then explained: "I didn't say this before, because I'm afraid you will dislike me."

"You are a scholar. If I do these things, wouldn't it embarrass you?"

Feng Yin lowered her head and her eyes rolled, and her words became smoother and smoother:

"Well, now you are no longer a teacher in the city. I just want to pick up the things I discarded before and earn some money to support my family, so that I won't let you laugh at me."

Zhang Yiming listened to her explanation and looked at her deeply with deep eyes.

His slightly uneasy and a little weak look not only did not attract the protection of the man, but instead made him feel that this woman was a little scary.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he restrained all his emotions.

He reached out and held the woman's hand, and said in a gentle voice: "It's not good for the husband, I don't have the ability to continue to make money to support my family. Thank you for your hard work."

"Ah? No, that's not the case."

Feng Yin listened to the man's words, looked up in panic and looked at Zhang Yiming in panic, "Husband, don't say that."

Tears rolled down like broken lines: "Husband, we have been married for eighteen years, and we have to support ourselves by ourselves, so we can give our mothers a few stable lives."

"You are injured now, it's just a temporary matter. Don't think about it. It's not your fault."

Looking at the tears on the woman's cheek, Zhang Yiming sneered in his heart, but his face was full of guilt: "Madam, don't cry, just don't say it for your husband."

Feng Yin sniffed, lay on the side of the man's legs, cleverly avoiding his stretched hand.

A muffled voice came out of her mouth: "Husband, you should recover from your injuries. You don't need to worry about everything in your family during this period, I'm there."

But the next moment, she froze.

Because, a big hand on the head was gently stroking it, and a gentle voice came from the top of the head: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

There was a strong sense of pampering in his tone, which made Feng Yin's heart tremble violently.

Especially the temperature of the man's palm came from the top of his head, causing an inexplicable emotion to arise in Feng Yin's heart.

This should be the residual emotions of the original body.

Feng Yin lay beside the man's legs, stiffened for a while before recovering from the state just now.

She took a deep breath, returned to calmness, and looked at the man with tears in her eyes: "Husband."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yin clearly felt the hand on his head trembled slightly.

If she hadn't always paid attention to the other party, such subtle changes would have been ignored.

But at this moment, Feng Yin felt inexplicably that the man around him might not be as calm as he seemed.

She looked at Zhang Yiming with tears in her eyes, and then shouted shyly: "Husband~"

In order to achieve the desired effect, she also deliberately elongated the tone.

Sure enough, the man twitched slightly.

If Feng Yin had not observed it, he would have absolutely no way to discover this action.

And his hand that was placed above her head also shook hard at that moment.

Perhaps because she was afraid that she would find something abnormal, Zhang Yiming hurriedly retracted his hand, but was afraid that the movement was too sudden, so the retracted hand naturally stroked his chin and beard.

Zhang Yiming's old face turned slightly red, and an unknown reminder: "My wife, I'm hurting my husband now."

Feng Yin: "..." What does it mean?

Damn man, is this reminding her not to flirt with him. He is hurt. Can some things be done at all?

Facing Zhang Yiming's obviously playful eyes, Feng Yin's old face was unconsciously hot.
Chapter completed!