Late Spring Cold

Qiao Jing went home to attend Ning Zhiyuan's engagement party. Running water mat, red shirt. Ning Zhiyuan was dignified and generous, and when he leaned on the tall and long-legged woman next to him, he felt a bit charming. Qiao Jing had seen her coquettishness when she was a child. Ning Zhiyuan is two years older than her, but has a bad temper. He will complain about the cold weather in spring and insist on squeezing into her bed. Cry if you don't let me. If you don't let me, I'll make trouble. After he succeeds, he will say: "Xiao Jing is the best." "Sister likes Xiaojing the most." Qiao Jing believed it. Even though she was just a 'child bride' who was Ning Zhiyuan. —— Ning Zhiyuan knew when she came to this home that Qiao Jing would become her wife. Because the Qiao family owes her. I owe her affection and love. But when he was twenty, Qiao Jing ran away. At the age of twenty-six. The fiancée died unexpectedly. She couldn't help it. So at the turn of spring and summer, the old tricks are repeated. Pretending to be aggrieved, she tolerated being scolded, put away her pampering, and cried in Qiao Jing's arms until she cried: "Xiao Jing, I won't tie you up." "Just look at me." "Give me some love." Qiao Jing: I hate her. I hate that the first heartbreak in my life happened because of her. Ning Zhiyuan: Xiaojing is the kindest and warmest, with a hard mouth and a soft heart. He only loves me, but I am too bad. Screenshot uploaded on 2026-8-7 Intention: None