When Su Yuanyuan was picked up by Jiang Wenzheng just now, she was lying in Jiang Wenzheng's arms. Now she was turned around by him, and she was also sitting forward, with her back pressed against Jiang Wenzheng's strong chest.
People don’t feel scared in front of them.
She grasped the handrails in front of the saddle tightly with both hands and looked at those people.
Just when she was thinking about why the Zibei tribe suddenly attacked, a man in the crowd wearing a face covering caught her attention.
Although the man's face was covered with a veil, his hair was disheveled and his upturned single-lidded eyes were incompatible with the person here.
The man stared closely at the prisoners on the street, but his eyes were burning with overwhelming anger.
Su Yuanyuan's body stiffened suddenly, and she recalled for a moment that day when she was parading in the street, the spy with chains tied around his neck and feet.
Why did he escape?
Su Yuanyuan did not expect to see that person again in the crowd on the street. She gently tugged on the corner of Jiang Wenzheng's clothes, and Jiang Wenzheng lowered his head and came closer to her mouth.
"Wen Zheng, that Mongolian, no, that spy from the Zibei tribe ran out!"
She also pointed it out to Jiang Wenzheng, but by chance, the man happened to look over.
The man's eyes were ferocious, and his eyes were like the eyes of a wild beast. But when he looked at Su Yuanyuan and the others, he seemed to have seen some savage beast. He couldn't hide his panic, pulled up his face towel and ran away.
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It's him! It's really him!
The escaped spy's name was Zaping. It was absolutely impossible for him to forget that man who looked like the Grim Reaper. His eyes were too cold.
He was panicking, but he still wanted to pass on the news that the man was still alive. He must not be allowed to block the great ambition of the Zibei tribe!
Jiang Wenzheng saw Zhaping, and he gave Jiang Xuan a look. Jiang Xuan immediately dispatched five people from the escort agency to chase him.
Now the whole city is searching for people from the Zibei tribe. They are like rats crossing the street and everyone is shouting and beating them. How dare they show up?
Jiang Wenzheng and Su Yuanyuan sent Fu Shen and Shen Yun home. It was already late at night when they got home. Jiang Zhiyi was coaxed to sleep, and Qingyi and Liufang sat at the round table in the hall.
As soon as he heard the sound, Qingyi quickly went to the door.
Su Yuanyuan was still wearing the same clothes, but her body was covered in blood.
At this moment, the blood had dried up and condensed on her plain white robe.
It was shocking to see, but Qingyi could still tell that the blood was not Su Yuanyuan's. Apart from the scratches on her arms when she fell, there were no other injuries on her body.
Not long after, Dongyuan also came back. The few of them boiled hot water, washed briefly, and then went to sleep.
Su Yuanyuan sat on the bed, her skirt lifted up and folded on her legs.
The white and tender calves were all scratched by stones, and there was a large area of red.
Jiang Wenzheng looked at her pitifully sitting there, and couldn't say anything he wanted to blame her for.
In the end, it can only be boiled down to one sentence, "Does it hurt?"
Su Yuanyuan bit her lip and nodded.
"It hurts. I threw him out directly. You don't know how mean that person is. He actually stepped on the robe you gave me!"
That robe is moon-white, with dark embroidery of peony flowers on it. Not to mention how beautiful it is, I don’t know if it can be washed out after all this trouble.
Jiang Wenzheng kept moving, pressing the sterilized cotton ball directly on Su Yuanyuan's knees. The alcohol stimulated the wound, and Su Yuanyuan felt a soreness extending from her legs to her whole body.
"hiss!"
Jiang Wenzheng quickly removed the cotton ball, put his mouth close to Su Yuanyuan's knees, raised his mouth and blew her gently.
Su Yuanyuan narrowed her eyes comfortably, put her hands on the back of the bed, and looked lazily at Jiang Wenzheng sitting on the small bench and purring her.
She bit her lower lip with little bunny teeth and smiled lightly, her husband snoring and feeling comfortable.
After the liquid on it dried, Jiang Wenzheng slowly pulled off her skirt.
However, he did not get up in a hurry, but moved the small bench closer.
He grabbed Su Yuanyuan's hand and raised his head to look at her, with a look in his eyes.
"Yuanyuan, let's have a baby."
The candlelight next to him swayed slightly, illuminating his light-colored eyes. His eyes were clear and pure, looking at her piously.
Su Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, and finally just swallowed with a gulp.
Jiang Wenzheng thought that what he said was too abrupt, causing the little woman to sit on the bed and blink her big eyes without saying a word.
On the surface, Su Yuanyuan looked dull and stupid, but in fact, her brain was running rapidly.
Ayi will be eight years old after the Chinese New Year, and it's time for them to have a second child.
She was originally worried about Jiang Zhiyi, fearing that having another child would make him think that his mother's love was being taken away from him.
But when A Yi happily said that Yun Kai next door had a sister and he wanted one too, Su Yuanyuan blushed and looked at Jiang Wenzheng every time. The man's expression did not change, so she lost her mind.
, I get fooled by it every time.
But that was what she was thinking too.
No matter in the original world or in this world, she has no one who has a real blood relationship with her.
If she and Jiang Wenzheng had a child, then there would be someone in this world who would tie them together and they would never be separated.
Just when Jiang Wenzheng thought she was unwilling, Su Yuanyuan leaned forward, held Jiang Wenzheng's face in her hands, and kissed his forehead gently with her cold lips.
At the moment of the kiss, Jiang Wenzheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he seemed to hear a soft "Okay."
Just when Su Yuanyuan was doing her psychological work and thought he was going to make the next move, Jiang Wenzheng picked up Su Yuanyuan and put her on the bed, covering her tightly with a quilt.
Su Yuanyuan: "???"
There was a playful smile on Jiang Wenzheng's lips, as if he had guessed her thoughts.
He fanned out the lamp in front of the bed with one hand, "What are you thinking about? Let's recover first."
Su Yuanyuan breathed heavily in her chest and turned away angrily. She would never pay attention to this bitch again.
Due to the invasion of the Zibei tribe last night, the entire city of Qishan was in panic, especially in Wuliangdian, where people began to stock up on supplies.
But most of these people are ordinary people. Those with high-profile families just keep their doors tightly closed and send home guards to pay no attention to what is going on outside.
Those landowners will have surplus grain hoards at home. Let alone war, even famine can last them two or three years.
Su Yuanyuan did not panic. There was still surplus food on the villa. The food she planted was enough for them to eat for several years. She had built the entire villa into an ecosystem that was self-sufficient and could operate on its own. If
If a war does break out, it won't be a big deal as long as you hide up there.
Jiang Wenzheng went out early the next day. Su Yuanyuan subconsciously felt that he had gone to deal with the affairs of the escaped Pibi people, so she stopped thinking about it and went there with Qing Yi Dongyuan early in the morning.
