The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

It's a pity that Song Jingchen has turned his head away from looking at her.

Even if she saw her expression, she was destined to not understand such bold words.

"Young Master Song, it's raining too much, and it's easy to get into trouble if you go further. There's a broken temple in front of you, or I'll drive the car in first to avoid the rain!" The driver's voice came in through the sound of rain.

"Well." Song Jingchen responded.

Their car was walking in front, and Uncle Yang supported the carriage that Li's mother and son were sitting in, so he could protect them in case of an accident.

They turned the corner into the ruined temple, and everyone else behind them followed.

The five people sitting in the car were okay, and the rest of the people's clothes were already wet from the rain.

Seeing that Uncle Yang was wet, Shen Yijia happily got back into the carriage.

He was eager to try: "Uncle Yang's clothes are wet, don't you want to be soaked in water too?"

Song Jingchen: "..."

He could stay in the carriage without getting out.

Song Jingchen didn't speak, but Shen Yijia took it as if he agreed, and grinned.

He easily carried Song Jingchen off the carriage.

"What's there to be happy about?" Song Jingchen was really puzzled, thinking that no matter how much he wanted, the reasons might not be the same as what this person thought. Fortunately, he asked directly.

Who is not eager to stay away from this crippled man, she is an exception.

Shen Yijia said as it should be: "I am the most powerful. And you are my husband, of course I have to hold it myself!"

Sure enough, the reason is very simple and rude.

Shen Yijia didn't know the twists and turns in Song Jingchen's heart, so she put him in the place that Li's first step had covered with hay and sat down.

Seeing that Sister Huan was hiding behind Li Shi and peeking at herself again, she reached out and rubbed her hair when she was not ready. Teased her: "What are you looking at?"

Sister Huan lowered her head shyly, her face flushed red.

But he couldn't help but look up at Shen Yijia, and after a few times he said with determination, "Sister-in-law is so powerful, and when I grow up, I will be as powerful as my sister-in-law!"

"Okay! But it's impossible to be as powerful as me, but it's okay to be a little worse than me." After all, her ability was born from birth, but not acquired through practice.

"That's a little bit worse than the sister-in-law, just a little bit!" He even used his ring finger and thumb to compare the distance of a fingernail, indicating that it was just a little bit.

Shen Yijia was amused and said with a smile, "Okay, you can definitely do it."

She didn't know that such a girl who could have grown into a lady was misled by her few words.

She grew into a female Rakshasa that no one in the army dared to look down on.

This is not mentioned for the time being.

The rain didn't stop until night fell, so I had to rest in this ruined temple tonight.

Fortunately, dry food is prepared in the car, and a fire is built, so it is not so difficult.

The carriage was too cramped, and the two children lay in it to sleep, while the others rested on the floor against the wall.

Xu Shi had slept during the day, but Shen Yijia never felt sleepy.

There were shallow breathing all around. Accompanied by this voice, Shen Yijia finally felt a little sleepy.

There was a sudden screeching sound in the ear.

She moved faster than her head, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Yijia had disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Song Jingchen.

In his hand, he was holding an arrow feather that was less than half a foot from Song Jingchen's shoulder.

Song Jingchen was obviously also awake, looking at Shen Yijia in disbelief.

The arrow was originally aimed at his forehead, but he wanted to dodge it, but unfortunately his legs couldn't use his strength, so he could only turn his body.

I thought that I would be injured this time, but I didn't expect Shen Yijia to arrive.

Shen Yijia's speed once again refreshed Song Jingchen's cognition.

Shen Yijia: My hand doesn't listen to me