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

Jiang Anzhi glanced at her amusedly: "Isn't it very brave, why does it hurt at this time?"

Feng Lanchu curled her lips helplessly: "It hurts only if you pinch it."

"Pain heals quickly."

Jiang Anzhi insisted on rubbing for a while as he spoke, until her ankles became hot, and then he stopped, and waited for Feng Lanchu to put her feet back, before Jiang Anzhi unhurriedly took her clothes to take a bath.

After simply taking a shower, she saw Feng Lanchu lying on the pillow drowsy, and she didn't care about her long hair being wet.

Jiang Anzhi reluctantly took the hair dryer, and pulled Feng Lanchu up again.

"Speaking of how powerful and independent a great expert is, he can't even take care of himself."

"Those who make big things don't care about small things." She only cares about others, but she can get by with herself. What's the matter with wet hair? It's not a big deal.

Jiang Anzhi ignored her and carefully dried her hair before putting her under the bed again.

After that, Jiang Anzhi hurriedly put away the daily necessities and threw the clothes into the washing machine before returning to bed.

At this time, Feng Lanchu had already entered a semi-sleepwalking state, she was really tired.

Jiang Anzhi hugged her, wrapped his hands and feet around her, and then completely relaxed and fell asleep.

The temperature in Konglan Mountain is much lower than that in the city. It is cool enough without turning on the air conditioner in this season, and it is just right to cover it with the air conditioner.

Feng Lan slept until after five o'clock in the afternoon, and when she woke up in a daze, she saw Jiang Anzhi next to her.

Jiang Anzhi hadn't woken up yet, his thick eyelashes left a deep shadow on his eyelids, his red lips were slightly pursed on his blemish-free face, and he was a little more repulsive than usual.

Still, that's just the face.

Under the quilt, Jiang Anzhi pawed at her body like a koala. This feeling was like taking a hostage.

After all, Jiang Anzhi walked all the way with her on his back. Although he didn't say he was tired, his slightly heavy breathing still betrayed him. Feng Lanchu couldn't bear to wake him up, so she just adjusted to a slightly more comfortable position and nestled into his arms.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around, Jiang Anzhi's hand moved unconsciously, and slid in along the hem of her clothes very familiarly, groping the soft flesh on her back with his fingertips, sleeping soundly.

She is indeed the first-class sleeping product for Uncle Jiang to travel at home.

Lie down with Jiang Anzhi for more than half an hour, his stomach was so hungry that he couldn't hold it anymore, so Feng Lanchu woke Jiang Anzhi up.

Jiang Anzhi rubbed against her stickily, unwilling to wake up, Feng Lanchu said helplessly, "I'm hungry."

Those three simple words made Jiang Anzhi wake up instantly from sleep, and he got up with his messy hair: "I'll go get you something to eat."

Seeing Jiang Anzhi who got out of bed quickly, put on his coat and went out, Feng Lanchu felt for the first time that Uncle Jiang was really, really gentle towards the people he cared about.

Feng Lanchu's dinner was settled in the room, and Jiang Anzhi said that the others hadn't come back yet.

Feng Lanchu guessed that they probably forgot the time while playing in the mountains.

Originally, field surveys would encounter a lot of interesting encounters and experiences, and it was normal to come back late, so Feng Lan didn't care at first, and ate dinner with peace of mind.

"Does your foot still hurt?" Jiang Anzhi was concerned while serving her vegetables.

Feng Lanchu just remembered this, turned her ankle and said cheerfully: "It doesn't hurt much, I guess it will be better tomorrow."

"You can stay here tomorrow." Jiang Anzhi gave her a cool look.

"I'll be fine tomorrow." Feng Lanchu naturally didn't want to be bored in the hotel.

"Tomorrow you will instruct the writers in the homestay to create, and I will take you to play the day after tomorrow." Jiang Anzhi said and gave her another piece of farm meat.

"..." Feng Lanchu.

He spoke as if the mountain belonged to him.