365 days of hidden marriage: Mr.Jiang, high-profile spoil!

Song Chengan stood aside, watching the sweet interaction between the two, intuiting that he was fed a big bowl of dog food.

I felt that when I met Mu Yan, the one surnamed Jiang was like a different person.

He sighed and suddenly said, "I suddenly feel sick and want to vomit."

Jiang Jingheng glanced at him and said coldly, "if you feel uncomfortable, go away!"

Song Chengan, "..."

Yes, yes, he's still the same.

My husband is here. Naturally, there is nothing wrong with others. Song Chengan and Lian Jun soon went out.

Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng were left in the room.

While Mu Yan was drinking ginger tea, Jiang Jingheng filled the hot water bag with hot water and handed it to her.

"It should be better to cover your stomach with this."

Mu Yan took a look at the hot water bag and took it. It's not so hot. It's just right.

She looked at Jiang Jingheng strangely, "how did you know I came there?"

I don't know what he learned from his former girlfriend

Jiang Jingheng looked indifferent. "Isn't this common sense? Isn't that what women hurt every month? Is there anything else? "

"No!" Mu Yan shook her head. She paused and said, "thank you."

If he hadn't told her, Lian Jun wouldn't buy her ginger tea and hot water bag.

Jiang Jingheng chuckled, "if you really want to thank me, just drink all the ginger tea."

Mu Yan raised his head and looked at him with a puzzled face.

Jiang Jingheng realized that he had said something wrong and pretended to cough, "cough..."

He looked away and said, "it's always my intention."

Mu Yan nodded, "I will."

She took a thermos cup and another sip of ginger tea. The whole person warmed up and didn't seem to hurt so much.

After changing the hot water bag again, Jiang Jingheng pasted dysmenorrhea to Mu Yan, "it will be more comfortable to put this on when you go to bed at night."

"Yes." Mu Yan nodded.

"Call me if you feel uncomfortable." Jiang Jingheng asked.

"OK." Mu Yan nodded again.

"I'll have your assistant deliver dinner." Jiang Jingheng said again.

"Yes."

Jiang Jingheng looked at her. Her face was not as bad as before.

"Rest early." He dropped the sentence and turned away.

It's not that he doesn't want to stay, but that she doesn't dare to lie in bed when he is here, obviously to guard against him.

Mu Yan looked at his back with a slight frown. Today's Jiang Jingheng is particularly wordy, or gentle and considerate.

It's probably because she's uncomfortable. It seems that he's a good friend and is very moral.

With a bang, the door closed and Mu Yan took back his mood.

She lifted up her clothes, put a dysmenorrhea patch on her abdomen, then found a comfortable position to lie down and put a hot water bag on her body.

She picked up her mobile phone, clicked on the microblog, looked at the curse below, and considered the content to be sent tomorrow.

After coming out of Muyan's room, Jiang Jingheng went directly back to his room.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw song Chengan fiddling with the electric cooker on the tea cabinet.

Seeing him come in, song Chengan said teasingly, "it turns out that ginger tea was bought here."

Jiang Jingheng was not angry when he was exposed. He crossed him and asked, "have those black materials found a solution?"

"Well, I've told Mu Yan what to do." Song Chengan replied.

Jiang Jingheng frowned and looked unhappy. "I give you the person, not to let her solve all her difficulties by herself."

Song Chengan chuckled, "in fact, I thought the same as you, but she took the initiative to participate in it. We all underestimated her. She is not so fragile."

When Jiang Jingheng heard the speech, he suddenly remembered something. A soft color appeared in his light brown eyes.

Yes, she is like a sunflower, always growing in the direction of light and moving.