While rubbing Xie Lun's belly, he looked at Brother An: "What's the matter?"
"No, it's nothing..." Brother An was so busy that he shook his head. As soon as he met Zhao Jingting's eyes, his face suddenly turned red. He lowered his head in such a hurry and stuttered, "It was just the opera the day before yesterday... Brothers. I don’t think it’s fun enough, and I want to… set up a stage to sing again, so, so, I’m going to… ask the general what he means, okay?”
This little brother An had mustered up the courage to come to see Zhao Jingting, but as soon as he arrived in front of Zhao Jingting, his heart palpitations were so severe that he couldn't even speak.
"If everyone likes it, then let's hold another one. If you sing well, the soldiers will also like to hear it. Then you can sing two more songs..." Before Zhao Jingting finished speaking, he felt a pain in the palm of his hand. It hurt, and the little fairy pretending to sleep in his heart was pinching his palm tightly.
This little thing really bared his teeth accidentally.
Really in need of discipline.
But...it's really cute and tight.
hehe.
"Really?" Brother An's eyes lit up immediately, and he spoke fluently again. He looked at Zhao Jingting with a pair of big watery eyes, "General, what kind of music do you like to listen to, so I can prepare it in advance!"
Zhao Jingting glanced at the sleeping little goblin intentionally or unintentionally, and said slowly: "I like..."
Sure enough, the pinch on the palm of my hand hurt even more.
Zhao Jingting simply wished he could execute this little goblin on the spot.
"I like it, but you can't sing it." Zhao Jingting raised his head and said to Brother An calmly.
Brother An was startled, and suddenly he looked aggrieved, and said with reluctance: "General, you didn't even say you like that piece of music, how do you know that your subordinates can't sing it? Before I joined the army, I sang it seriously with the theater troupe. In the past few years, there has been no drama that I can’t sing! Everyone says I’m a winner. General, tell me what kind of music you like to listen to. I can definitely sing it!”
"I don't like what you sing." Zhao Jingting said calmly, now he was completely crisp.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that his palms no longer hurt. Zhao Jingting glanced at the little thing sleeping in his arms and looked at the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but turn up. He also turned up the corners of his mouth. In fact, he really wanted to tease her again. He was teasing the little goblin, but Naihe really couldn't bear to make the little goblin feel a little bit uncomfortable.
"Yes, I understand. I will resign first." Brother An looked gloomy and glanced at Xie Lun, who was held in Zhao Jingting's arms. What else didn't he understand? Then he bowed sadly and left.
After Brother An retreated, neither of the two people in the room spoke for a while. One was still sitting upright, and the other was sleeping with his eyes closed, but Zhao Jingting hugged Xie Lun tighter.
"Stop holding on," Zhao Jingting felt Xie Lun's trembling belly under his big hands. She really couldn't laugh or cry, "You can laugh if you want to, and you won't be afraid of holding it back."
"Hahahaha!" The next second, Xie Lun burst out laughing, then turned around and got into Zhao Jingting's arms, his face pressed against Zhao Jingting's front, laughing so hard that his whole body trembled, "Hahahaha! Zhao Jingting ! Zhao Jingting! Why are you so good? Hahaha! I love you so much!
Zhao Jingting's whole body was shaking with Xie Lun. Zhao Jingting was a little helpless. After knowing Xie Lun for so many years, this was the first time he saw Xie Lun's ability to laugh.