The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

After the first experience, Song Jingchen didn't panic, and quietly watched her in the room all day.

Shen Yijia woke up at noon on the fifth day, and blinked at Song Jingchen's slightly tired eyes.

The first reaction was not to care about him, but to quickly check whether there were any strange symptoms on his body, lest Song Jingchen find something wrong again.

Fortunately not, Shen Yijia just breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Song Jingchen staring at her, his expression became strange.

"What, what's wrong?" Shen Yijia stroked her face and asked anxiously.

Song Jingchen said nothing, turned around and took the bronze mirror above the dressing table and held it in front of Shen Yijia.

"Ah!" Shen Yijia screamed.

She, her, her eyebrows suddenly had a fiery red flower tin not much bigger than a grain of rice, a pattern she had never seen before.

It made her originally delicate and delicate face a little more coquettish.

Coupled with her eyes like autumn water, she is a proper fox.

God got me wrong!

Shen Yijia turned to look at Song Jingchen, and then looked at herself in the mirror, repeating this several times.

He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead: "I..."

What if I can't make it up?

Song Jingchen sighed, "I'll explain it to you."

Although she already knew about Shen Yijia's inhumanity, seeing a flower tin growing between her eyebrows with her own eyes, Song Jingchen's heart was far from being as calm as she appeared to be.

Shen Yijia:  …

You explain what you know.

But it's a good thing that she doesn't need to gossip, Song Jingchen pretends that nothing happened without asking her, she is really a clever little ghost.

Song Jingchen went out, Shen Yijia picked up the mirror and looked carefully at the person in the mirror.

Hey, this is a fairy, it's so beautiful!

...

By the time Shen Yijia packed up and walked out of the room, half an hour had passed.

It's all because it's too cold to wear too many clothes, so she doesn't appreciate that she forgets the time for a while.

"Haha, don't run away..."

As soon as Shen Yijia arrived at the front yard, she heard the laughter of Sister Huan and the others.

She was worried that Song Jingchen's wheelchair would slip, so Shen Yijia would take a shovel to clean up the snow every day. This time, because she was lethargic, the snow had already accumulated so high that a lot of it had been piled up under the porch.

A few children are not afraid of the cold and have fun in the snow.

There is no snow in the capital in winter, no wonder Brother Hao and Sister Huan are so excited.

It's been snowing for several days, and it hasn't killed the enthusiasm of the two of them.

"Sister-in-law, go away." Brother Hao shouted.

She followed the sound and saw a large snow-white ball rushing towards her.

Shen Yijia's mouth twitched, and she reached out to block the 'ball'.

Tuanzi's original coat color has long since been unclear, the entire tiger body is covered with snow, ooh a few times, flapping his forelimbs trying to drill into Shen Yijia's arms.

How could Shen Yijia let it succeed, grab its front limbs and lift it up.

The dumpling didn't move, and hung on her hand like a salted fish, too cute.

"It's too late." Shen Yijia sneered.

Carry it and go to the corner where she made the snow before.

Perhaps because he drank too much spiritual liquid, the dumplings are now smart and feel the danger...

"Ow~" The dumpling was cute, looking at Shen Yijia with wet eyes.

Originally, a wild cat came to the house a few times, and it always begged for food and 'meow, meow'. The dumplings had learned to be a cat because they didn't learn how to be a dog.

However, it eats a lot, does not exercise much, and is a big man who pretends to be cute. Shen Yijia is too cold.

With a jiggling hand, he let go, and only after hearing the sound of 'ba chi', the dumpling's entire body sank into the snowdrift, not a single hair was exposed.

Dango: Why can't you be gentle with it as you are with the master?