After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

I never thought that Shen Juncheng didn't leave after passing the threshold, but suddenly turned around and stopped.

Su An'an had stepped out with one foot and almost hit Shen Juncheng's arms.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and hurriedly stopped her feet, but her body leaned forward habitually, and she subconsciously stretched out her hands against his waist.

Shen Juncheng's body tightened instantly and looked down at her.

Seeing this, Yueluo hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and said, "Young madam, be careful."

Su Anan blushed suddenly, and it was instantly separated. After standing firm, she took a step back and opened the distance. Chongyueluo showed an apologetic smile and explained, "I'm sorry, I just planned to send my husband outside the door, but I didn't expect my husband to suddenly Turn around, I'm not..."

Shen Juncheng turned around and interrupted her lightly: "No need to send each other off, Madam, go back and rest."

Su An'an: "Yes, husband, walk slowly."

Shen Juncheng left, and Yueluo and Shuangman also left, but when they left, Shuangman looked back.

Hmph, it really isn't safe, dressed like this, I almost bumped into the son's arms just now, saying that she was unintentional, and Shuang was full of disbelief.

No, when Miss Mingyu comes next time, she has to tell Miss Mingyu.

As soon as the young master left, Cui Yan hurried over to ask.

Su Anan shook her head and said, "Nothing, just asked me about the day I went home, and suggested that I can buy some flowers, don't worry."

Cuiyan was surprised that the young master came to ask about these trivial matters. Wouldn't it be okay to send Yueluo to ask?

I don't understand, it's fine anyway, Cuiyan went to help the lady dry her hair again.

Su An'an was suddenly in a daze. Just for a moment, when the distance was getting closer, she seemed to smell a faint medicinal fragrance on Shen Juncheng's body.

Surprisingly, it was like the smell of my mother in that dream.

At that time, in the dream, she was ill, and her mother coaxed her to drink medicine. She remembered that the smell of medicine had been spreading, and it was warm and comfortable.

He sighed, delusional, how could he smell like his mother? She must have missed her mother too much.

Shen Jun took back Qingjingxuan, took off the white gauze covering his eyes, and thoughtfully.

Shouldn't be her.

Just now he deliberately mentioned the cuckoo in the flower shop, but she didn't react, she was calm.

Going to the flower shop, the flower shop is opened, but in fact, it is the intelligence network of Hongmen, and it is also the killer's pavilion.

And the azalea is not a flower, but the proprietress inside, and every spy underneath is named after a flower.

If she really handed out the news to Su Sheng, how could she not even know about the flower shop?

And the two moments when he mentioned going back to the door for the secret conversation, she just hurried to explain, as if she was afraid of misunderstanding, and didn't panic or shock.

The excuse of being blind is a good one, as it allows him to observe people's truest reactions when they ask questions.

After all, who hides his expression in front of a blind man.

So, it shouldn't be she who told Su Sheng, then it's interesting, who borrowed Su Sheng's hand.

"Chaosheng, go and find out who Su Sheng has been in contact with recently, and who has been in close contact with."

"Yes."

After the tide left, the moon fell to report that the water for bathing was ready, Shen Juncheng snorted and went to the ear room.

When she opened the girdle, she suddenly remembered the scene when she left, and she rushed over recklessly...

He frowned, feeling that his arms seemed to have a hint of her smell again.

I don't know what incense she uses, in short, he doesn't like it.

After bathing, he thought about letting Yueluo take care of his clothes, but he looked at the golden snow wave pattern on the robe and gave up.

After all, he likes the style of the dress.

I just wore it soon...

In a blink of an eye, it was the Qingming Festival.