Chen Xi guarded her eldest son Zhao Huaiyan, nervous, since Zhao Huaiyan didn't pretend to be stupid, as if it was like a clock, every day, the lady was early, the lady was good, the lady ate, the lady slept, and there was no entertainment.

Chen Xi took the pen and paper, since she has nothing to do every day, then practice calligraphy, she can't write calligraphy.

Zhao Huaiyan saw Chen Xi writing with a serious face, and he didn't bother.

Chen Xi took a notebook and copied it on the right side, but the ink was too fast and too fast, and Chen Xi silently tore several pieces of paper.

Zhao Huaiyan listened to the movement and got up to see Chen Xi practicing calligraphy. This Yan family is also rich, and Yan Xi can't write.

"I'll teach you." Zhao Huaiyan had a smile in his eyes.

It was getting late, and Chen Xi knew that there were differences in how to grind ink, how to choose a pen, and how to pick up a pen.

"Does Xianggong think I'm uneducated?" Chen Xi rolled his eyes and glared at Zhao Huaiyan who was watching the play angrily.

"It's not that I think you, I'm just surprised that your family didn't hire a female gentleman for you?"

"Hmm...... Most of my husband was angry with me, and I didn't study hard. "What Chen Xi said is indeed true, the original owner's gambling addiction is much higher than hers.

"It's okay, I'll teach you slowly." Zhao Huaiyan's eyes were full of tenderness, which made Chen Xi silently stunned, this man seemed to have become gentle.

Zhao Huaiyan touched Chen Xi's soft hair, held her hand, adjusted her way of holding the pen, and gently slid it one stroke at a time.

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Li Jianing couldn't believe that she was pregnant, she had been in the Zhao family for three years, and was accused by outsiders of scolding Huai Huai as an old hen that did not lay eggs, every time she went back to her mother's house, her mother always looked at her and sighed, and finally she was pregnant.

It's just that this kid counts the days, and I don't know if it's Zhao Huaisheng's.

She hasn't started to show her pregnancy recently, and the month is not big, but whether she says it or not, she is afraid that she is afraid, if not, then how can it be good, and she will not delay it anymore.

This night, Zhao Huaisheng turned off the lights, touched the bed early, scooped Li's little face, stole a fragrant incense, Li Jianing gently hammered Zhao Huaisheng's chest with one hand, stroked his lower abdomen with the other, and said sadly: "Brother Sheng, my moonflower water hasn't gone clean yet, so don't do it yet."

"Hey, bad luck, it's not over yet, has the doctor seen it?"

"I saw it, saying that there was a lack of qi and blood, and it was good to regulate and recuperate, and said that it was forbidden to have sex recently." Li frowned and rested his head on Zhao Huaisheng's chest.

"You have to get it, even if Lao Tzu married a golden doll, you can only watch it, you can't eat it, sleep it." Zhao Huaisheng stretched out his hand and lifted the white tender arm that Li Shi had embraced, turned his back to Li and began to brew sleep.

Sleepless all night, Li quietly looked at the man next to him, cowardly and incompetent, he could even swallow the death of his own mother, he was the overlord at home, and he was the eighth king outside.

Her hands seemed to clench on something, and her nails left crescent-shaped marks deep in her palms.

Li thought about it for a long time, but she still planned to have this child, she is not young, if she has nothing to do, Zhao Huaisheng can take a concubine, and what does she rely on, anyway, her son is biological.

Zhao Yuan is a sensible person, if she has a little great-grandson, she can talk at home. If you are a housewife, you have to be measured.

Li thought about the days to come, and slowly fell asleep.