My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Feng Lanchu took Jiang Che back to the room, and told the two to eat quickly, planning to discuss how to arrange the two after eating.

Unexpectedly, the father and son were very quiet throughout the whole process, and they obediently cleaned up the dishes after eating.

Feng Lan laughed angrily at the beginning: "You two, it's okay for the younger one to be ignorant, but you'll let him do whatever he wants."

Anzhi admitted his mistakes with a good attitude, nodded honestly, and looked like he was seriously reviewing.

He loves to use this method, and Feng Lanchu is too lazy to complain about it.

"You two hurry home while it's still dark." Shiba got to Huaixiang and it was not too far to drive for more than an hour.

There are so many mosquitoes, rats and ants here, one is injured, and the other is a sleep killer. That 1.5 meter bed is really too much to bear.

Jiang Anzhi tugged on Jiang Che's hat without leaving a trace, Jiang Che understood immediately, his flat mouth trembled and his cheeks were full of tears: "Mom, you don't love us anymore, you always want to do it alone. We only came all the way because of you." When I was looking for you, you drove me away without giving me a good hug. Wuwuwu... Dad, I am so sad."

As Jiang Che said, he threw himself on Jiang Anzhi's lap and began to cry.

Jiang Anzhi bent down and touched Jiang Che's head with a little distress, his lips were slightly pursed, and even though he didn't speak, there was a deep sense of loss on his face.

Feng Lan looked at the two actors speechlessly at the beginning, these two... She really wanted to beat them up with left and right uppercuts.

"Okay, you can do whatever you like. But the ugly words are up front, so don't complain."

"!!!"

Jiang Che instantly turned around and smiled like a flower: "Don't worry, Mom, it won't happen."

An Zhi also nodded with a smile.

"..." Feng Lanchu.

Later, the father and son really didn't make her worry, An Zhi took Jiang Che to take a shower in the cramped small bathroom.

Jiang Che obediently let Anzhi scour him, but Feng Lanchu walked in to look at it several times worried. She was afraid that Jiang Che's face would be choked by the water, and that Jiang Anzhi's back would accidentally get wet. In short, she had the heart to fuck.

On the contrary, Jiang Anzhi looked back and comforted him: "Don't worry, I will take good care of my son."

After helping Jiang Che take a bath, Jiang Anzhi also took a quick battle bath.

When Feng Lan first helped him change the dressing, she found that An Zhi's healing ability was good, and the scabs on her back were basically scabbed. She sighed worriedly: "I don't know if there will be scars."

Jiang Anzhi's back was flawless, but now it's hard to say. If it is disfigured, it will be like a beautiful jade being scratched for no reason, it is really a pity.

An Zhi smiled indifferently: "How can a man be called a man without a few scars?"

"Is Dad in pain?"

Jiang Che had been sitting at the end of the bed watching Feng Lanchu take the medicine, and it took a while before he crawled into An Zhi's arms to ask.

"It doesn't hurt." An Zhi smiled and shook his head.

"Then tonight, Dad will sleep inside, and I will sleep outside to protect you."

Thinking of Young Master Jiang's fists, Feng Lanchu said unflatteringly: "It's better to let mom protect dad, and you are responsible for protecting us."

Jiang Anzhi was slightly taken aback when he heard this sentence, as if the last trace of black mist that had been lingering in his heart had also dissipated in this ordinary, everyday sentence.

He pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his expression so soft that it almost dripped water.

In order to prevent Jiang Che from falling off the bed while sleeping, the two pushed the bed to the side of the wall, Jiang Che slept inside, Feng Lanchu was in the middle, and Jiang Anzhi slept outside.

After Jiang Che fell asleep in Feng Lanchu's aspirational story, Jiang Anzhi silently hugged Feng Lanchu into his arms.

185's height is a little bit reluctant to lie in the small bed of 1.5 meters, but it is not as crowded as expected, but he just wants to stick to it, and Feng Lan loses his temper at the beginning.

"It's summer, there is no air-conditioning here, so don't get so close."

"Why do you hide me?" An Zhi asked sullenly.

"???" Feng Lanchu.