She was drowsy when she felt the bed next to her sink in, and then she heard a man's muffled groan.
Yan Nian turned around and looked over in a hazy state. The man who had taken a shower had half-dry black hair and was rubbing his fingers.
"What's the matter?"
She sat up from the bed.
Jiang Beiyuan glanced at her, then frowned and said, "I scratched it while washing the dishes. It hurts a little."
"Let me see!"
She took his hand and saw a cut on the pad of his index finger. She felt pain just looking at it. She got out of bed to find a band-aid for him, and then carefully put it on him.
"You are almost thirty, can't you be more careful?"
She sounded a bit complaining, with distress in her eyes, "Besides, I even said I wanted to buy a dishwasher, but you just didn't listen. You still insisted on doing everything yourself, and you didn't know how to adapt."
Jiangbeiyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Nian.
Her cheeks were white and clean, with no makeup applied. The expressions of concern and worry were reflected on her face, and now she kept talking with her small mouth.
He snorted, "You didn't even talk to your husband during dinner. I was preoccupied and couldn't concentrate on washing the dishes."
"cut… "
He does this trick every time, and Yan Nian knows it all.
"Are you trying to gain sympathy here again? Don't tell me you scratched yourself on purpose!"
As he said that, he pressed his thumb angrily, and the latter frowned slightly, "My wife, it really hurts."
Seeing that he was really in pain, she stopped pressing and rubbed his generous palm.
The lines on it were still clean and distinct, the same hand he had used to hit his brother this morning.
"After all, he is your brother. You must feel uncomfortable if you beat him!"
"…Um."
His voice was low and deep, and his deep eyes held an obscure light.
Yan Nian sighed lightly, held his neck, and looked into his dark peach eyes.
"Teacher Jiang, let's not be so impulsive in the future, okay? In fact, I can understand your mood. Your attitude towards the people closest to you is different from that towards others, but we can't do whatever we want just because your brother respects you. !”
Do whatever you want
He was amused by the last four words of hers, but he didn't say anything.
Yan Nian became anxious and shook his head, "Hurry up and promise your wife, don't be so impulsive in the future!!"
Feeling uncomfortable being shaken by her, he gave a favor, put his hands on her sides, and his magnetic and mellow voice became more serious in the night, "I don't want to talk to Mrs. Jiang about other men tonight."
Yan Nian: "..."
*
Early the next morning, Jiang Beize woke up very early.
Jiang Beiyuan got up earlier than him, and the family man had already started making breakfast.
Jiang Beize hurriedly set the dishes and chopsticks. He couldn't cook, so he could only lean on the kitchen door and look at Jiang Beiyuan.
The man with a tall figure was as straight as a clothes rack. He wore an apron around his waist, but it was not inconsistent at all. The morning sun fell on him, warm, as if all the focus was focused on him, reflecting the stream of light. Overflowing beauty.
"Second brother..."
After Jiang Beiyuan made breakfast, Jiang Beize stepped forward and handed over the flowers that had been planted all night.
"This is my apology!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan glanced at the bouquet in his hand.
He looked calm, then accepted it without saying a word.
Jiang Beize wanted to say something, but Jiang Beiyuan had already taken off his apron and walked towards the restaurant.
Jiang Guoteng and Pei Jinling both got up, Yan Nian also got up, and they sat down to eat.
(End of chapter)