But at this critical moment, a big hand grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her into his arms. Her center was unstable and she sat on the man.
She raised her head and met a pair of deep eyes, filled with light.
"Wen Zheng?"
Her eyes were still frightened and panicked, but when she saw Jiang Wenzheng, her eyes were filled with joy.
"I saw you weren't there when I went home. I couldn't find you when I went to the shop, so I came here."
He said this very calmly, and his eyes were as calm as ever. Su Yuanyuan still held his neck with her hands, trying to see some other emotions through his eyes, but there was none, really none.
"Yuanyuan."
"Um?"
Jiang Wenzheng's Adam's apple rolled and he reminded her softly, "People are still watching."
Only then did Su Yuanyuan notice the strange looks from the people around her, and they would point and point from time to time.
It may be okay for the couple to do this, but others don't know it. They just think that this couple hugging each other in broad daylight is really immoral!
She immediately let go of Jiang Wenzheng, and stood on the ground to tidy up her scattered clothes.
When Jiang Wenzheng hugged her just now, his big hands hugged her waist tightly, and his warm palms continued to spread heat through the fabric of her clothes. Now she only felt the itching in her waist, as if the feeling was still there.
Anyone who has seen the whole thing always thought that the scholar and Su Yuanyuan were the same family just now. Now his wife was sitting in someone else's arms, while he was standing not far away and watching quietly, and passers-by were all paying attention.
I feel sorry for this scholar.
The candied haws I bought just now fell to the ground and was trampled and crushed by passers-by, just like the scholar's heart at this moment.
Wen Shaoru looked at Jiang Wenzheng across the road. The man's long eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze remained on him.
He didn't see any other emotions in Jiang Wenzheng's eyes, but he really hated Jiang Wenzheng to death. Why should he have Yuanyuan? Does he deserve it?
Wen Shaoru turned around, picked up the calligraphy and paintings scattered on the ground, gently patted the dust off, and disappeared among the crowd.
"Mother... my head hurts so much..."
Xiao Douding's voice was weak, with a little vibrato, and he gently tugged on Su Yuanyuan's cuffs.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Xiao Douding's face was quite pale, his eyes had no light, and his little head was hanging down.
Su Yuanyuan was startled, and she quickly knelt down and touched his forehead with her hand.
"It's not hot..."
A sudden fever last night frightened Su Yuanyuan, and she was extremely afraid that something would happen to Jiang Zhiyi's body again.
"Mother, give me a hug~"
Jiang Zhiyi frowned, opened his hands towards Su Yuanyuan, and stood on tiptoes to give her a hug.
Su Yuanyuan was already soft-hearted, so she reached out and pinched his armpits and picked him up, holding his butt tightly with her right arm.
Little Douding has put on more than a point or two these days, his arms and legs are round and full of flesh, and it took a lot of effort for Su Yuanyuan to hold him up.
Jiang Zhiyi put his little head on Su Yuanyuan's shoulder, and held her neck tightly with his little hands, as if he was afraid that Su Yuanyuan would leave.
"Don't be afraid, baby, mother will take you to the hospital right now."
Su Yuanyuan was holding Jiang Wenzheng and was about to walk to the medical clinic in the south of the city. She turned around and told Jiang Wenzheng, "You go home first. You don't have to wait for us. I will take good care of Ayi."
After saying that, he raised his steps and was about to leave, but the little Doudin in his arms suddenly started crying uneasily, "No! No! I also want daddy to accompany me! I want daddy!"
He was crying and waving his little hands to catch Jiang Wenzheng. Seeing Jiang Zhiyi's crying face, Jiang Wenzheng turned red. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were filled with distress. He looked at Su Yuanyuan as if he was crying.
Ask for her permission.
For a moment, Su Yuanyuan felt that she was cruel for a moment, just like a divorced parent who would not let the other parent see the child.
Relationships can be one person's business, but a child belongs to two people. She can't be so selfish and not let Jiang Wenzheng interfere in the child's affairs.
"Then you can come too."
Su Yuanyuan had been alienating him for the past two days. This time she finally let go. Jiang Wenzheng felt relieved for a moment. He pursed his thin lips slightly and his eyes became bright again.
Qi Fang wanted to follow him to the medical clinic, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw Jiang Zhiyi winking at him, and he instantly understood that this was what happened.
Watching the three of them drifting away, Qi Fang pinched the two small beads in his purse with his hands, feeling a little lonely.
In fact, he was quite envious of this boy...
He has a mother who loves him tenderly, and a father who can see him all the time. He just had a simple headache and fever, and his father's eyes almost burst into flames.
When he acts coquettishly, his mother will prepare delicious meals for him. Even the clothes he wears are made by his mother. Although the stitching is clumsy, his love for the child can be seen.
Qi Fang's fingertips gently stroked the wave pattern on his cuffs. This was done by the best embroiderer in the country, but it took a month to embroider it. At first, he was still wearing it among the officials.
He was so proud in front of his son, but now he couldn't like her anymore.
His mother-in-law died in childbirth when giving birth to him, and his grandfather's family was framed and the whole family was exiled to Ninggu Pagoda, a place even more remote and harsh than this Qishan Mountain.
His father didn't like him at all, and he even gave him a random name. He was exiled and exiled.
Fortunately, the imperial sister was here to raise him, teach him how to survive in this deep palace, teach him how to be a lowly person, and how to protect himself wisely.
From the very beginning, the imperial sister told him that as long as he lived, it would be fine, and not to dream about royal power and wealth. Her and his mother-in-law's wish was just for him to live well and grow up happily.
"Didn't I tell you not to run around?"
Qi Fang's shoulders were suddenly grabbed by someone, and when he turned his head, he saw Liu Fang's face full of anger.
"I heard there is a gathering in the West Market, I'm here to join in the fun."
He hid what happened with Jiang Zhiyi today and lowered his eyes slightly so as not to meet Liu Fang's eyes, fearing that Liu Fang would see different emotions in his eyes.
Su Yuanyuan almost ran all the way to the hospital.
It was only midnight, and the sun was still very strong. Dongyuan and Yichun were tidying up in front of the counter, while Qing Zeyi sat on the chair bored.
Su Yuanyuan hurried in with Jiang Zhiyi in her arms, frightening the three of them.
She went straight to the side hall and placed Little Douding on the bed where she was being treated.
"what happened?"
Seeing Su Yuanyuan's hurried look, Qingyi quickly opened the curtain and ran over, his eyes scanning back and forth on the lying little Douding, as if searching for any injuries on his body.
"Ephedra, thyme, moxibustion licorice, and bodhi flower are ten cents each. Winter Kite will boil them first, and Qingyi will get my silver needle."
Dongyuan skillfully went to the medicine cabinet to get the medicine, while Qingyi went to the medicine box on the side, took out a cowhide cloth bag, untied the rope on it, and saw rows of silver needles shining coldly.
Little Douding, who was already pretending to be sick, swallowed in fear. He just wanted to pretend to be sick so that his parents could stay with him and increase the time they spent together. There was no need to be so cruel!
