Su Zhetuo raised his head, and the face fell in front of Gong Ruxue. Gong Ruxue quickly covered her mouth. She stepped forward and carefully stroked his face, "How could this happen? How did you change?"
Who did this?" She looked at the injuries on his face distressedly. There was no need to fake such concern.
Su Zhetuo looked at the tears that suddenly fell on Gong Ruxue's face, his eyes flashed, but he felt a sense of debt to her. Today, he left her alone and went to find that woman, but was ridiculed.
No, Su Zhetuo has never been in such a mess.
For a woman he didn't love, he actually hurt Gong Ruxue, whom he had always loved. At this time, he really felt like he was just a bastard.
"It's okay," Su Zhetuo gently stroked her long hair, and the fragrance of her hair passed through his fingers. He took a breath, and there was still that hollow feeling in his heart, but it was all
Full of heartache for Gong Ruxue.
How could he not cherish a woman who cried for his injuries? What's more, she was his future wife and the woman he loved. She was not comparable to a lowly woman. The person he loved, he naturally
He will give her everything and hold all the happiness in her hands, but similarly, as long as he is his enemy, then what he will get will be revenge that he will never forget.
His revenge never makes people feel comfortable.
Xiang Qinglan, and the man named Qing, he will not let anyone go.
"Tuo, what's wrong with your face?" Gong Ruxue quickly wiped the tears from the old man's face, brought the medicinal wine, and carefully applied it on his face. She looked at his eyes seriously, trying to find out what was happening on his face.
Find something on your face,
"It's nothing, I hit it accidentally." Su Zhetuo only frowned in pain and didn't groan. He just brushed it off. He would not admit that he was beaten by others, and the beating was caused by him.
A proud handsome face.
"Hit it?" Gong Ruxue's fingers trembled slightly, and then she applied the medicine on him without leaving any trace, moving very carefully for fear of hurting him.
It was a bump. This is really a good excuse. Who could have made such a wound? It really looked like a fist.
However, she couldn't expose the fact that he deliberately hid it. Men always have a good reputation, especially a man like Su Zhetuo who is already at the top.
Of course she wasn't stupid. She knew she shouldn't ask, so she couldn't ask. This was one of the reasons why she was able to stand by his side in the end.
"Does it hurt?" She looked up at his face, tears falling quickly. A woman's tears are the best weapon to make a man feel distressed, and she understands this even more. She can be gentle, passionate, and a
A good wife, such a woman, even Su Zhetuo cannot resist. Therefore, among so many women, she is the only one who can completely capture Su Zhetuo's heart, and even make him live with her for her sake.
The wife of two years divorced.
She is definitely a smart woman.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Su Zhetuo was indeed distressed. He leaned down and gently kissed the tears on Gong Ruxue's face. The salty taste made his heart tighten. He was so moved towards her.
The love seems to be deeper.
The ex-wife that he could never forget was now completely suppressed.
In his eyes, Gong Ruxue was the only one now.
"Tuo, don't get hurt again in the future, I won't be able to bear it," Gong Ruxue hugged his waist and rested her head on his chest. But when she said this, she lowered her head to make people see.
Unclear expression.
"I can do it, don't worry," he patted her shoulder gently, feeling indescribably moved in his heart. This is the kind of woman a man wants.
His choice was indeed the right one.
The two people hugged each other tightly, and the afternoon sunlight fell on them through the curtains, giving them a little more warmth. But they didn't know what they were thinking, and where they went. They seemed to be absent-minded, but also in a trance.
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Xiang Qinglan held another stack of information. She sighed. It's really hard to make money now. It's much less than before. It may be even less in the future. She raised her head and stretched out her hand to wipe it.
Sweat started to form on her forehead, but there was nothing to be afraid of. She had hands and feet, and could do some basic work. She was not a wealthy lady, and there were many things she could do. She would not let herself and others
Clear your hungry stomach.
Thinking of it, her face turned slightly red. Their relationship was really too close, and she was even used to this kind of closeness. She couldn't fall asleep alone at night. She was used to his body temperature. She was used to it.
She was breathing heavily, and she had begun to feel attached to everything now, and didn't want to change anything.
She didn't want to think about whether Qing would regain her memory or anything, she just wanted to keep time in the present. She also began to learn to be greedy. Although Qing was not a normal person to others, to her, it was really important.
, so important that she couldn't leave.
She stood at the door with a big smile on her face. She had a faint pear pot on her face, which was a bit pure and beautiful. She blinked her eyes and wanted to make a joke.
She didn't reach for her keys, but reached out and knocked on the door.
Bang bang, several times.
She stood at the door, waiting for the person to open the door.
Soon, there was a sound of footsteps from inside, and she stood outside, tilting her head, with a clear and beautiful smile on her lips.
The door was opened from the inside, and her body was quickly held in someone's arms. The familiar smell and warmth made her lean against him contentedly.
"How did you know it was me?" She picked up his hand and wrote in his hand that he shouldn't just hug a woman when he saw her. This thought made her very uncomfortable.
Qing smiled with white teeth and kissed her heavily on the face, "Because I smell your scent?"
"Where is that?" Xiang Qinglan's face turned red, wondering when he could become so good at talking. He is really not a good child, and he has learned badly.
"Yes, don't you believe it?" Seeing her disbelief, Qing hugged her tighter, lowered his head, put his nose on her neck and sucked hard.
Well, that's the smell, it's very fragrant.
Her hot breath whispered on Xiang Qinglan's sensitive skin. Xiang Qinglan felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest. This feeling was strange, but she didn't hate it.