The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

The palm on the skin was hot, but the face that was close at hand had an aura of indifference. After getting acquainted with it, An Jing knew that sometimes this person would deliberately use such an expression to cover up her true emotions.

To describe this person with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart is perfect.

"Director, are you still angry?" An Jing opened her eyes and looked at her.

"No."

"But you don't look at me."

"..."

Obviously this person didn't speak, but An Jing knew that it was a sign of her loose attitude, so she made persistent efforts and grabbed her hand, "Look at me, okay?"

Ge Zijie finally met An Jing's eyes, "Say."

After looking at each other, what An Jing wanted to say became difficult to say again. When she realized it, she found that her body had already acted before her brain.

She grabbed Ge Zijie's collar, pulled her towards her, and then kissed her lightly on the face. That was the most direct and childish way to please her that she could think of right now.

Did she learn this trick from An Yang subconsciously?

After the kiss, both parties fell into silence.

An Jing was calculating the various changes in Ge Zijie's eyes, trying to predict her reaction.

Ge Zijie resisted the urge to forcefully hold the person in front of him in his arms, looked at her firmly and said, "I won't be angry with you, don't think too much about it."

An Jing didn't know what was wrong with her, but after hearing Ge Zijie's words, her mood became complicated.

Don't think too much, it means, are you being passionate?

Ge Zijie noticed that An Jing seemed to be thinking in the wrong place.

An Jing herself may not know, she always pretends to be calm, thinking that everyone can't see what she is thinking, but in fact it just makes her more clumsy.

"I told you not to think too much because I care about you more than you think, so I won't be angry with you."

This kind of confession made An Jing lose her ability to react for a moment, but she knew she couldn't think too much, and An Jing didn't dare to raise her head until Ge Zijie rubbed her head with his hand and left.

The author has something to say: Director: My wife acted like a baby to me for the first time, did you see it!

Chapter 23

The works in the oil painting competition are currently only in the finishing stage, and An Jing's rest time on this day is just for perfecting.

Ge Zijie's studio has no fewer painting materials than professional studios, and there are no outsiders disturbing here, An Jing is very easy to use.

Ge Zijie came back unexpectedly early that night.

"Director, I can go to training tomorrow."

Ge Zijie, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, raised his head, and his gaze passed over her calf with large bruises, "Be careful."

"I will be careful."

"Let Uncle Zhang drive you off tomorrow."

Uncle Zhang is Ge Zijie's driver.

"how about you."

"with you."

"..." An Jing felt that this fall seemed to have caused her brain to go wrong, so she asked another question, "How is Xi Ge?"

Ge Zijie finally looked up at An Jing, his eyes were a little cold, "You care about her?"

An Jing felt that she might have said the wrong thing, otherwise how could the director who was still doing well just now suddenly turn into iceberg mode again, "No, no, no."

"She was only slightly scratched. Compared with others, you still worry more about yourself."

"Oh……"

Just when An Jing felt that the conversation between the two of them had come to an end, Ge Zijie suddenly said again: "Leg, did you take the medicine today?"

"Not yet, I'll polish it tonight." During the day, An Jing was sorting out the entries in the studio. She had already packed them and could send them to be judged at any time.

"Let me do it."

After Ge Zijie said so, he actually appeared in An Jing's room after eating.

An Jing was sitting on the bed sorting out the practice videos on her mobile phone, when she saw this giant Buddha appear, she almost jumped up from the mat in fright, but this movement was limited due to her foot injury.

"Director..."

"Potion."

An Jing straightened up, found the topical medicine prescribed by the doctor from the bag, and handed it over with both hands, "Here."

"Pants." Ge Zijie lowered his head to unpack the medicine.

An Jing blinked twice quickly, pulled the quilt over her body, then took off her pajama pants, and slowly stretched her bare legs out of the quilt.

"How about...the director should come by myself, I can get there."

Ge Zijie had already dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and put her hand on An Jing's leg to fix it. Then she raised her head and asked An Jing, "Are you afraid of me?"

An Jing quickly shook her head.

"Then why do you reject me every time and avoid me." Ge Zijie's questioning every word, coupled with her extremely oppressive eyes, made An Jing's embarrassment nowhere to rest.

"I just... don't want to trouble you." An Jing lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes, "You have helped me a lot."

"I've helped you a lot, so it's not bad." Ge Zijie leaned very close, even if An Jing didn't look up at her, she could still feel the other person's fiery eyes on her. .

When the cold ointment touched her skin, An Jing shrank her shoulders subconsciously, and she whispered, "I just don't want to owe you too much."

She was afraid that she would not be able to pay back the money, maybe she could work hard to pay back the money, but for the rest, An Jing didn't know how to pay it back, and she didn't know where to start, which made her feel uneasy, so she simply began to refuse Ge Zijie's kindness.