Yin Ganhua stroked his wife's soft hair, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
As for the two people on the other side, the atmosphere was much more awkward.
After leaving the study, Yin Nuo directly pulled Wen Xiaojun into his room without saying a word. After entering the room, he pressed Wen Xiaojun on the stool, then walked to the bookcase, opened the drawer and rummaged through various things.
Wen Xiaoyun looked at Yin Nuo's busy back and didn't know how to deal with herself for a moment.
This Yin Nuo turned around faster than flipping through a book. She was no longer sure what type of character he belonged to.
The domineering president, he is too poor and not qualified enough.
Paranoid yandere, he is too strong and not perverted enough.
He is so beautiful that he is so vulgar and down-to-earth.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoyun sighed several times unluckily.
Those characters are all for the male protagonist, she doesn’t want Yinnuo to be her male protagonist!
If she had to choose one, she would rather choose Bai Yao. At least because of his good looks, he is still invincible in the three realms.
When it comes to love, her talent, appearance, wealth, and character are always the same.
Anyway, this Yinnuo was 360 degrees unqualified and was definitely not within the scope of her consideration by Wen Xiaoyun.
At this moment, Yinnuo finally found something and returned.
He first placed a pile of small porcelain bottles on the table next to him, and then fetched a basin of water. Then he knelt down in front of Wen Xiaoyun, took her hand, and gently helped her remove the bandages and change her dressing.
Wen Xiaoyun suddenly discovered that Yin Nuo's eyelashes were quite long, thick and curled when viewed from above.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoyun frowned and looked up at the roof with white eyes.
While Yin Nuo was cleaning Wen Xiaojun's wounds, he peeked at her expression.
He saw her looking at the roof with an embarrassed look (an illusion! It must be his illusion!!), and the smile in his heart became more and more obvious.
He still remembered that although Wen Zhuyun was born thin and frail, he had a tougher temper than anyone else.
He is a proud person who puts his eyes higher than his head and does not look down upon any princes or nobles.
Even when he met the current Holy Emperor, he showed no fear, neither humble nor arrogant, and never showed the slightest hint of flattery.
How could such Wen Zhuyun be willing to be bribed by a small county prince in Yanzhou Prefecture?
Therefore, his previous speculation about the relationship between Bai Yao and Wen Xiaoyun was definitely overly pretentious.
Of course, the main reason why he quickly forgave Wen Xiaoyun was Wen Xiaoyun's tears.
Ever since he was a child, his family members said they had never seen him shed a single tear.
After all, Wen Zhuyun is a person who would rather bend than bend and be strong and competitive.
But when he misunderstood Wen Xiaoyun, she burst into tears.
She must be very concerned about and dependent on herself, and she is afraid that she will misunderstand her and abandon her, so she bursts into tears.
When he thought of Wen Zhuyun, who was delicate in stature but as tough as steel in heart, crying like an aggrieved little girl in front of him, Yinnuo lost all doubts and worries.
He is a kind and gentle man who knows how to be submissive and how to care about him.
As Yin Nuo thought about this, he felt more and more proud, and his actions in wiping Wen Xiaojun's hands became gentler.
"Now," Yinnuo looked at Wen Xiaoyun's wound attentively and spoke softly, "Don't blame me for not telling you. When doing things in the future, you should stay away from that Bai Yao."
Wen Xiaoyun's facial features wrinkled for a moment. She wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, she decided not to pay any attention to him.
Yinnuo was still immersed in the sweet atmosphere in his imagination and continued to tell Wen Xiaoyun, "Although you are a genius, you are still young and do not understand the dangers of the world. Most likely you will not understand the bad habits of their nobles. Brother, I tell you, Our princes and kings in Yanzhou Prefecture all have a bad reputation. Although Bai Yao looks okay, the way he looks at you is too ambiguous. He has ulterior motives at first glance. "
The newly applied ointment felt burning pain when it touched the wound, causing Wen Xiaoyun to shrink his hand with a hiss.
However, Yin Nuo's wrist was tightly clenched, and he couldn't get back even a minute. For a moment, Wen Xiaoyun became a little angry. He straightened his arms and gritted his teeth, "Brother Bai is very candid. He says everything clearly." , quite a gentleman. But Yinnuo, it’s not very good for you to say bad things about others behind their backs, isn’t it?”
Yinnuo, who was in a good mood, didn't hear the sarcasm in Wen Xiaoyun's words at all, and explained sincerely, "Don't be easily moved by other people's words. Saliva is free. Sweet words are the cheapest, and you don't want to look at people." It depends on what he said and what he did.”
Wen Xiaoyun's heart suddenly trembled.
She suddenly remembered that Bai Yao thought she was a woman.
When she thought about the sadomasochistic relationship she had developed with Bai Ya in the original world, a large dark cloud suddenly enveloped her heart.
The current Baiyu is really mainly using her, but I don't know what his real purpose is behind various reasonable explanations.
Although the Yin Nuo in front of her was annoying and annoying, she had no bad intentions. Maybe she could reveal a little bit of suspicion about Bai Yao so that Yin Nuo could help with the investigation.
"Speaking of Bai Yao, I have something to discuss with you -" However, before she could finish her sentence, a panicked shout came from outside the yard, "Yin Tou, Mr. Official, it's not good!"
Yinnuowen and Xiaoyun all raised their heads and looked towards the yard, only to see Mao Er, holding a knife on his waist, rushing into the inner house out of breath, heading straight to the hall where Yin Qianhua and Huangfu Lianyi were. Run.
