Chapter 166

Long and deep scars, sprinkled a lot of hemostatic powder to stop the blood.

Jing Xuan had faded his bloody shirt and revealed his strong, strong and exquisite upper body.

He sat cross legged on the bamboo chair, and Yang Jinghai stood behind him, skillfully and carefully handling the wound for him.

Tang Huai stood by and saw that his eyes were hot.

In the future, she always thought that Jing Xuan was cut down to save her.

He didn't rush to cut off the knife for her. I'm afraid her neck was cut off.

Tang Huai pursed his mouth and looked like he was going to cry. He stared at Jing Xuan's scar and lived for two generations. It was Tang Huai who looked at Jing Xuan, looked at the scar on his chest, and then thought of him in his previous life. He suddenly loved him, raised his other hand, and gently touched his firm and exquisite face: "brother Jing Xuan..."

When her hand touched her face, Jing Xuan's pupil shrank and touched it softly, which made his heart hit like a deer and his breath stagnated: "Tang Huai...?"

"Brother Jingxuan, is it...? has it always been for me not to marry?" In middle age, you let yourself live alone?

Jing Xuan was stunned when he heard this. His deep eyes suddenly became extremely hot. He looked directly into Tang Huai's eyes and said in a low voice, "yes! I just want to marry you in this life!"

As soon as Tang Huai heard it, he somehow burst into tears. His voice was soft and with endless complexity: "brother Jingxuan..."

Tears fell on Jing Xuan's arm and burned his heart through his skin.

Jing Xuan was distressed to see Yingying breaking her.

"Silly girl, don't cry, I want you to laugh, don't you cry."

"You're hurt. My heart hurts. How can I not cry?" More is to think of the last life he has been moved to not marry and cry.

"The wound is long, but not deep. Stop the blood. People's lives are not in danger. They can't die. What are you crying about?" Yangjinghai see Tanghuai cry, cool tunnel.

"Do you have to die to cry? My man has shed so much blood for my injury. Can't I cry because I love him? Smelly old man!"

Tang Huai was already in love with Jingxuan and was afraid of what might happen to Jingxuan. Yang Jinghai's word "death" touched her bottom line. She shouted at Yang Jinghai regardless of her image.

My man

These three words, like a spoonful of honey, were fed into Jing Xuan's mouth and sweet to his heart.

In exchange for her touching, tears and the words "my man", it's worth it!

When Tang Huai roared angrily, he was as lovely as he could be. Jing Xuan looked into her eyes and became more spoiled and affectionate.

"So fierce, only your man dares to want you." Yang Jinghai pursed his old lips and said.

"Have you given him the best medicine? Will the wound be infected? If you don't make his wound well, I'll sue your nephew." Tang Huai looked at Yang Jing Haidao without previous respect.

Yang Jinghai doesn't like his nephew Yang Wei, but after all, he has a fight with his Abba brother, and Yang Wei is still the only son of his eldest brother. Like him, his eldest brother is a middle-aged son.

If Yang Wei really goes to jail, his big brother will die of anger.

"The best medicine has been used. This is the hemostatic powder I ground myself. It not only has hemostatic effect, but also can reduce inflammation. The wound will not be infected or purulent." Yang Jinghai entered the room where he slept.

"I like you, tough." Jing Xuan raised his hand and gently squeezed Tang Huai's face.

"Does the wound hurt?" Tang Huai asked with concern.

"It hurts." The powder was sprinkled on the wound and made it tingle, as if it had been salted.

"In hemostasis, the wound will hurt. After a while, it will become numb and no longer hurt." Yang Jinghai took out a small black bottle and handed it to Tang Huai: "feed him three."

"OK." Tang Huai took the medicine bottle and looked at Yang Jinghai: "Grandpa Yang, I was angry and nervous just now. You don't mind."

Yang Jinghai smiled and waved, "I like your fierce appearance, like my wife."

Tang Huai:

What kind of metaphor is this.

"Don't compare my Tang Huai with your wife." How can his wife be compared with his Tang Huai!

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. My wife is so good that she doesn't want to compare with you, Tang Huai." Yang Jinghai looked nostalgic when he thought of his wife.

The year he killed his son, her wife was so sad that an accident took her life when she went out.

His wife is ten years younger than him. He loves her very much. She is often cruel to him. He likes to look at his wife with a smile.

Tang Huai scooped up half a bowl of atherosclerotic soup and fed Jing Xuan three black pills.

It was completely dark and the lights were on in the room.

After Jing Xuan's wound stopped bleeding, Tang Huai went to bake all the killed chickens and ducks.

The weather in late autumn is not hot now. The baked chicken and duck will not taste bad even if they are put in the next day.

Jing Xuan was hurt and couldn't eat chicken. Tang Huai let him eat a duck and boiled sweet potato syrup.

After eating, Yang Jinghai asked Tang Huai to clean up a room and let her sleep with Jingxuan.

This is the first time that Tang Huai slept with Jing Xuan in the same room for the night.

Jingxuan put two boards in front of the bed to lay the floor and let Tang Huai sleep in the wooden bed.

After dinner, they went back to the house to have a rest. They didn't mention anything about Yang Wei.

Yang Jinghai didn't want to mention it. He was afraid that Jingxuan would investigate Yang Wei's responsibility. Jing Xuan didn't mention it because he could avoid this bitter meat trick. He didn't. to be exact, Jing Xuan deliberately asked Yang Wei to chop it. The wine owner's intention is not wine. Of course, he didn't let Yang Wei go to jail. Therefore, after reaching his goal, he forgot Yang Wei completely, so naturally he won't mention it. Tang Huai didn't mention it because she wanted Yang Jinghai to feel guilty and go to see his mother. She believed that Jing Xuan would handle it well.

Now, late at night, Yang Jinghai has gone back to his room to sleep. Jingxuan and Tang Huai are in the room, with lights on, one on the floor and the other on the bed, side by side, facing each other and staring at each other.