Xiao Qian's hands were hidden under her sleeves, holding them tightly, and her nails were embedded in her palms. She still couldn't calm herself down.

Just as she smiled and called out "Brother Che", she knew that the person in front of her was not her husband, because there were many things in this person's eyes, but she did not have any affection for her.

She knew this, but she had to pretend to be calm.

This person looks too much like his husband. I am afraid that if he kills her here, no one will stop him.

She didn't know what to do, so she could only rack her brains to save herself.

She was frightened and trembling, as if she was in the abyss.

She had been dealing with the man in front of her carefully, but when the bowl of porridge gradually came to the bottom, she also saw the sadness that could not be dissolved in the man's eyes. Then the sadness turned into a strong hatred, and it turned into a hatred that seemed to tear/break everything.

Xiao Qian bit her lower lip and forced herself to calm down. She took the initiative to get closer to the man and get along like a couple, so that the man would not notice her nervousness and fear.

She whispered: "Have you encountered something that you couldn't think about? Or did you encounter something that was troubled?"

Seeing the man being silent, Xiao Qian said again: "I know there are many things I don't know how to say to others. Many people laugh at me as stupid. Actually, I am really stupid, because I don't understand too complicated things, let alone too complicated feelings."

"But I know you are unhappy. If you don't want to say it, then there is no need to say it. I just hope that this bowl of porridge specially made for you can bring you some comfort and let you know that even though you are in the mud, there are things that can make people feel soft."

During the whole process, Xiao Qian did not call out "husband", nor did she call out the disgusting "Brother Che", which finally calmed down Indra's manic heart.

For some reason, the sentence "The porridge specially made for you" made him feel like crying.

Only the master could make porridge for him, but the master imprisoned him in hell with his own hands, and life was worse than death. Later, when he killed his master, no one would make porridge for him again.

In this situation, at this moment, when he heard such words again, he once again felt human emotions in an instant.

Indra's intention to break this delicate flower was gradually fading for some reason.

He turned his eyes to Xiao Qian's flower tag, picked up a flower tag, brushed his fingers over his head, and said in his mouth: "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog."

Seeing the man not saying a word, Xiao Qian asked with a smile: "You also find it strange, right? Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. What is this thing? Is there such a thing in this world? I really don't understand why those sour literati who have created such things that are incomprehensible?"

Indra was a little surprised: "You don't like reading poetry, why do you need to make these flower signs?"

Xiao Qian said: "Someone told me that if I can't be unique and unique, then I will follow the trend. I used this sentence for a few days, and later I found it was very correct. Although I don't like reading poetry, reading poetry can make me more sociable, and I have to read it even if I don't like it."

Indra asked, "Can't you integrate into everyone?"

After asking this, he suddenly realized that it was not like what a husband asked his wife.

But the woman in front of him didn't notice it. For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Qian said, "Uh... I don't know if it's sociable. Sometimes I feel lonely, but it doesn't matter. I just try my best."

Indra asked again: "Why do people say you are stupid? You are obviously very smart, because you know how to comfort yourself and make yourself happy, but I can't."

Xiao Qian sighed, "That must have been someone who has hurt you so hard, so you are so sad that you can't even please yourself."

Then, Xiao Qian pulled out another flower pie and read it out: "Flowing water broke the bridge and fragrant grass road, light smoke and sparse rain fell on the sky. What does this mean?"

Indra Frowned, but explained: "The water is gurgling, the green grass is lush under the broken bridge, the mist and rain are drizzling, and the falling flowers are colorful all over the sky."

"This is probably a scholar who is so sour and rotten. If you don't stay at home on rainy days, go to a broken bridge to get wet in the rain, look at the fallen flowers mixed with mud and water, and praise you..."

Xiao Qian's tense heartstrings also relaxed slightly at this moment. She tried hard to smile and said in agreement: "That's right, this scholar must have a problem with his mind. If it's raining, why should he stay at home and go out to get wet? The broken bridge is covered with grass and flowers are knocked down by the rain. What a desolate scene?"

The two of them had the same idea, but they were laughing together after all.

Indra looked at the person in front of her. She was like a clear spring that could cleanse the soul, making people unable to be ruthless no matter what.

Forget it, Chunguang is so good, wait and ruin her!

Xiao Qian is full of heart. The person in front of her clearly has the same face as her husband, but how can the aura emitted by people make people terrify and suffocate?

She kept encouraging herself to be calm and calm. She could not lose the Lu family's integrity, nor could she lose her husband's face.

The two people with their own thoughts looked at the flower signs all over this way.

Indra Ninthian unknowingly forgot his original intention to come here.

But Xiaoji's words made this briefly awake madman become crazy again.

"The prime minister really loves his wife, but he is very knowledgeable but also agrees with his wife to misinterpret the meaning of these poems."

Indra was slightly stunned, and a storm suddenly gathered in his eyes. The raging waves rolled, and the strong hatred swallowed his reason. He could no longer remain calm.

By the way, this quiet and comfortable day does not belong to him.

He stolen this kind of peace that had not been seen in decades. If he did not pretend to be his younger brother, how could he chat leisurely in this warm little yard?

He came to destroy Feng Che's most important thing, not to discuss poetry and essays.

Anger devoured him, and his palm began to accumulate internal strength, preparing to slap the woman in front of him with a palm, and then humiliate her body over and over again.

Xiao Qian was frightened.

She was very afraid of the man in front of her.

She was so scared that her legs couldn't help but tremble, and even her breathing was in a mess.

But she forced herself to calm down and forced herself to be afraid like she did countless times before, but she could still bravely stand in front of her sister.

Although there is no sister behind her now, she wants to save her life.

But no matter how calm I was, I couldn't help but be frightened by this terrifying danger.
Chapter completed!