Dressed As the Male Protagonist’s Stepsister - Chapter 57

No matter how Yu Qian carried her conscience behind her back, she couldn’t say how happy she was when facing this bunch of threads that seemed to have countless knots.

Seeing Yu Qian’s silence, Jiang Zheng became annoyed, “Yu Qian, I made this by myself. You dare to dislike it. You see my hand is bleeding.”

Yu Qian wanted to know, how much force Jiang Zheng had to use to stab himself with blood because the sweater needle was so bald.

She swallowed and asked with some difficulty, “Why did you remember to knit a scarf for me?”

There are so many gifts in the world, why choose one that tortures him and himself! !

“You also said that everyone’s girlfriends give their boyfriends scarves. I’m not afraid that you can’t knit them, so I plan to knit them for you.”

Huh… This tone of voice is aggrieved, and Yu Qian instantly feels that she is too heartless, but…

“How do you know I can’t knit?”

“You can?”

“Yes.”

The two looked at each other, but were speechless.

Jiang Zheng was very suspicious for a moment, why did his head knitting go bald in the past two days, why didn’t his girlfriend knit a scarf and why didn’t he tell him! !

Yu Qian looked at Jiang Zheng innocently.

What teenage girl didn’t do some handicrafts? When she was in high school, she knitted three strips in a row and gave them to Qi Yu.

Seeing Jiang Zheng’s expression turning a little grim, Yu Qian hurriedly held his hand, “If you want a scarf, tell me earlier, I’ll knit it for you.”

This saves her from having to choose gifts.

Jiang Zheng was angry, but when Yu Qian said that the scarf was woven for him, he still nodded sincerely.

Yu Qian picked up the ball of red wool, and once again thanked that she found it early.

“Why don’t we change colors.” Who can resist this color.

Jiang Zheng now only cares about whether he can receive a scarf, and doesn’t care about the color of the scarf at all. He is very talkative and agrees to Yu Qian’s request to change the color.

But he still has to keep the ball of red wool, in case he needs to practice skills in the future.

The two came to the wool shop again, and Yu Qian went straight to the thickest wool.

Nonsense, of course, thick wool is needed to knit a scarf. She is afraid that it will take ten days and a half months to knit a fine wool to knit it well.

After choosing wool, Jiang Zheng didn’t let Yu Qian go, and insisted that she knit in his room.

In the end, Yu Qian sat cross-legged on Jiang Zheng’s bed and started to knit a scarf skillfully. Jiang Zheng quietly took out her mobile phone and videotaped Yu Qian.

Looking at Yu Qian’s concentrating figure on the phone, Jiang Zheng’s whole body was swaying.

After the video, Jiang Zheng brought fruit and milk very diligently, and fed it into Yu Qian’s mouth in the same way.

By eight o’clock in the evening, Yu Qian was already halfway through knitting.

She rubbed her sore neck, “Let’s knit the rest tomorrow.”

Jiang Zheng was a little disappointed that he couldn’t weave well today, but he was still very attentive to help Yu Qian squeeze her shoulders and fingers.

After leaving Jiang’s house, it was completely dark outside. Yu Qian slipped home with a guilty conscience. As soon as she entered the door, her mother was indeed in the living room.

“You went to Jiang Zheng again?”

Wang Hui looked at her unsatisfactory daughter, a little helpless.

These two are tired of being together all day, what is this called?

Although she has figured it out now, seeing the advantages of Jiang Zheng, she feels that it would be a good choice for Yu Qian to marry him in the future.

But Yu Qian is a girl, can’t she be a little more reserved now! !

“Mom…you’ve been tired all day, why don’t you rest?”

Yu Qian smirked and went to hold her mother’s hand. Since she came to this world, she has become more and more fond of her mother.

Wang Hui looked at Yu Qian, who was pretending to be stupid, and sighed in addition to sighing.

The mother and daughter talked for a while, and then went back to the house to sleep.

Early the next morning, Yu Qian was urged to get up and knit a scarf.

Yu Qian, who was urged to get up early, was not happy at all, but looking at Jiang Zheng’s look of anticipation, she could only comfort herself, what else could she do with the boyfriend she chose except pampering her.

One morning, a scarf was finally woven.

Jiang Zheng couldn’t wait to wrap the scarf around his neck, posing from all angles like a flower peacock.

Jiang Zheng wanted to go out while wearing a scarf, but he thought of something. He turned around and carefully untied the scarf on the head of the bed, laughing from time to time.

Yu Qian didn’t take it seriously when she saw how he was convulsing.

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Two days later, Valentine’s Day.

When Yu Qian went downstairs early in the morning, she saw Bai Qiming sitting leisurely in the living room drinking water, um, using the cup given by Lin Niannian.

“Good morning, Brother Ming.”

“Ok.”

Yu Qian pretended not to see the cup, and went to eat breakfast briskly.

Then she watched Bai Qiming drink one cup, two cups, three cups, and kept drinking water.

Yu Qian: “…” Could this be drinking nectar juice? Don’t you be afraid of urination after drinking it like this?

Before Yu Qian finished eating a fritter, Jiang Zheng came in. The moment she saw Jiang Zheng dressed up, Yu Qian almost choked to death by fritters.

In the past few days, the temperature in Beijing has been a bit high, and it is more than ten degrees in the morning. Even Yu Qian, who is afraid of the cold, has changed from down jackets to thin fleece sweaters.

But on such a hot day, Jiang Zheng walked in with a scarf and a thermos cup in his hand.

Jiang Zheng walked to Bai Qiming and sat down, unscrewed the thermos cup and blew a breath of heat, “Alas, the scarf knitted by this girlfriend is warm, and the thermos cup given by my girlfriend, you can take it with you. Carry it, and you can drink wolfberry tea anytime in the future.”

After speaking, he glanced at the dark blue cup in Bai Qiming’s hand and said, “It’s not like some cups, which can only be used at home.”

Yu Qian listened to Jiang Zheng showing off with a sullen face, and then watched Bai Qiming’s face turn cold little by little.

Yu Qian almost knelt down to Jiang Zheng.

Please, brother, can you wipe the sweat off your forehead before you say these words.

Yu Qian saw that Jiang Zheng was covered in thin sweaters, and her forehead was already sweating. If she had to hold it there, wouldn’t she worry about her heatstroke at all?

“Jiang Zheng… Don’t you think it’s a little hot today?”

“I’m not hot, not hot at all.”

Yu Qian rubbed her temples with a headache. What the **** are these two planning?

In the end, Bai Qiming went upstairs with the cup in his hand without saying a word, leaving Jiang Zheng, like a big rooster who won a fight, smugly there for a long time.

Originally, Yu Qian planned to go out with Jiang Zheng for Valentine’s Day, but now, seeing how he didn’t take off his scarf when he died, she thought it was better. As soon as this person went out, he would definitely suffer from heat stroke.

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Jiang Zheng was not satisfied with showing off in front of Bai Qiming. He found his younger brother and said seriously to his younger brother who had just started elementary school: “Xiaoyi, don’t you think your sister-in-law’s hand-woven scarf is particularly beautiful?”

“But it doesn’t matter how good-looking you are, and you won’t find someone who loves your boyfriend like your sister-in-law in the future.”

Jiang Yi: “…” Is his brother practicing the sunflower collection and going crazy?

This is not the most excessive.

After ten o’clock in the evening, Jiang’s father came home.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jiang Zheng sitting in the living room with a scarf and a thermos cup in his hand.

Father Jiang: “…”

Jiang Zheng looked up at his dad, then raised his hand to touch the scarf and said, “Dad, do you still remember what day is today?”

Father Jiang: “…” He didn’t want to know.

It’s a pity that Jiang Zheng just wanted to show off and didn’t care about the audience’s reaction at all. He said to himself, “A middle-aged old man like you, who is out of shape and looks ugly, must have not received a Valentine’s Day gift for many years. .”

“It’s not like me, Xiao Yu’er knitted this scarf by herself for two days before giving me this scarf. It’s really warm-“

Jiang’s father of a middle-aged man: He wants to kill this traitor.

Unfortunately, before he could do anything, Jiang Zheng, who finally showed off his satisfaction, held the thermos cup, and Shi Shiran went back to his room.