That day, Ling Wanxing and Su Wantong, who returned to the guest room, didn't come out all afternoon.
The curtains of the guest room have never been opened. Occasionally, the servants who pass by can only leave in a hurry with red face when they hear the sound inside.
My uncle is so powerful. I can still toss when I hurt my leg.
The first lady's voice is dumb, which is too strong!
Love people, really like to do love things.
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Three days later, there was a winter rain in Longhuai.
After a few days of recuperation, Ling Wanxing's injury recovered well, but the rainy weather still made his knee tingle slightly.
But he didn't say anything.
In the master bedroom, Ling Wanxing was covered with a quilt and looked out of the window at the continuous light rain. With a sigh, he seemed to have something on his mind.
Outside the door, Su Wantong just pushed the door in. Hearing his sigh, Wen Sheng asked, "what's the matter? What's wrong with your legs? "
Ling Wanxing took back his eyes, slightly shook his head, "no, don't be busy, come and lie down with me for a while."
Since he was forgiven by the Su family, he moved to Wantong's room.
These days, in order to take care of his legs, she did almost everything by herself, for fear that he would really leave sequelae.
Looking at the gentle woman in front of her, Ling Wanxing congratulated her choice more than once.
Fortunately, he held the person who should hold the most.
At this time, Su Wan Tong came to the bed, put the tray on the low cabinet, opened the quilt and said: "this is a towel soaked in traditional Chinese medicine. I'll help you apply it first.
The doctor said that the effect of this prescription is very good. It may be a little hot. You can bear it
After that, Su Wantong covered his knee with a towel.
Indeed very hot, the temperature through the skin directly to the heart, let Ling Wanxing's heart are rising from a blazing hot.
He watched Su Wan Tong take care of himself skillfully. When she was busy, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her to his arms. "If there is no you, what should I do?"
Su Wan Tong was forced to lean on his chest, fingers touching the towel from time to time.
Hearing this, she looked up and joked, "Why are you so sentimental all of a sudden?"
"I fell in love with a sentimental woman, so I was infected!"
Ling Wanxing's love words come at once.
Seeing Su Wan and Tong Chen slapping him on the chest with a smile, Ling Wanxing's Adam's apple rolled, his side head sticking to her forehead, muttering hoarsely, "Wan Tong, let's have a baby."
In a flash, he felt Su Wan Tong frozen!
Two people hugged and relied on each other, but none of them spoke.
He is waiting for her answer, while she is precipitating her inner shock.
Until the towel slightly cool, Su Wan Tong just drooped his eyelids in his arms and said with a smile: "so old, have Huanhuan... Enough."
"Not enough!" Ling Wanxing shakes her head and retorts, embraces her shoulder, and says in a deep voice: "Wan Tong, I want a child that belongs to us."
Su Wantong curled up her fingertips in his arms, but her calm face could not see her happiness and anger.
After a long silence, she sat up slowly and took the towel off his knee without saying a word.
Seeing this, Ling Wanxing squints at her actions. The next second she sits up and turns her over. "If you don't speak, I'll take it as your consent!"
Su Wan Tong's exclamation is still on the side of his mouth. In the twinkling of an eye, Ling Wanxing sealed it with his lips.
Although she didn't say anything, she gave the answer in the next action.
A child belonging to her and brother Xing is a dream that she has never thought of for many years.