Chapter 390

Song huaishuang gets closer, and a faint smell of incense comes from men. It's not the light fragrance that Yue Jinnan is used to. It seems that he has been in a room full of fireworks for too long.

For no reason, why did yuejinnan stay in a room full of fireworks for such a long time? Song huaishuang remembers clearly that Yue Jinnan is not a man of good faith and never believes in any religion.

This man has always believed in himself!

She was full of doubts, but she was clever enough not to ask anything. What Yue Jinnan didn't want to say could not be found out from his mouth.

Song huaishuang does not deny that she is similar to Yue Jin's Antarctic.

After carefully cleaning the wound for Yue Jinnan with the liquid medicine, she patiently and meticulously applied the bandage to cover the wound completely, which made her feel more comfortable.

However, just like the lonely Yue Jin Nan, a white bandage suddenly appeared on his head. How could it look strange!

Song huaishuang looks around for a moment, but she can't help laughing. She can't tell why it's strange. She just thinks that bandages suddenly appear on a man's forehead, which doesn't match him.

In Song huaishuang's narrow smile, Yue Jinnan touches the bandage on his forehead helplessly. His faint smile is full of doting. As long as song huaishuang is happy, there is an extra bandage on his head, which is not so hard to accept.

Song huaishuang is embarrassed by Yue Jinnan. She smiles like this. To Yue Jinnan, she is really a bit unkind. She blinks her eyes. She adds, "you can't see water in the wound on your head for the last two days, so as not to get inflamed."

In the whole process, the man without any words suddenly hugged her. Song huaishuang was dragged into the man's arms, and the faint fragrance of incense became more intense.

She endured the discomfort and lay prone in the arms of Yue Jin Nan. However, she could not relax herself: "Yue Jin Nan, let me go first. I smell something uncomfortable on you."

Song huaishuang is afraid that if he doesn't speak out, he will spit on the man directly.

Yue Jin Nan was surprised and pulled song huaishuang out of his arms. Seeing that her face was not right, her pretty face was full of remorse: "I'm not good. I'll take a bath."

How could he forget to take a bath? The more smoke the mother's room smells like, it's very normal for him to dye his clothes. It's really flustered that he forgets anything.

Song huaishuang looks like a clever nod. Her sharp chin is set off by a fluffy coat, which makes her whole small face extremely small: "you go."

She was more and more curious about where Yuejin Nan had just gone.

Suddenly, a name appears in Song huaishuang's mind, her eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the man's far away figure, emerged a touch of meditation.

If she remembers correctly, Yue's mother loves to believe in Buddhism. If the fragrance of incense comes from her, it can be explained clearly. However, in Song huaishuang's memory, the relationship between mother and son has always been tense. For no reason, how could Yue Jinnan go to Yue's mother.

Things have changed a little bit.

"Spring, spring." Song's mother knocks on the door with a meal in her hand. She suppresses her impulse to rush in. Last time song Huaichun warned her, she has not forgotten it.

The house is quiet and quiet. If song's mother hadn't watched song Huaichun go in and made sure that she hadn't come out, I'd have turned her face and left.

However, at the thought of the Dragon Qing sitting downstairs, the mother of song sighed again, raised her spirits and continued to knock on the door.

The rapid sound of the door finally made the people in the house lose their patience. They couldn't bear it any more. The door was pulled open suddenly without any sign.

Song's mother, without any preparation, kept knocking on the door. She leaned forward, and her hands were unsteady. The meal she was carrying fell to the ground. If it wasn't for song Mu's quick eye and quick grasp of the doorknob, her whole body would fall on the ground like that meal. Even so, song's mother was shocked and sweating.

"Dead girl, you can't say hello before you open the door. I nearly fell down!" Song's mother's angry accusation was not good enough.

Song Huaichun looks at her coldly, with no trace of pride in her eyes. Song's mother shivers all over, and she can't say any words of criticism.

"What can I do for you?" She spoke, and her hoarse voice could not cover the coldness of her words.

Song's mother patted her chest, but she was not angry. Song Huaichun glanced at her mouth and pointed to the messy food in the ground. She did not have a good airway: "I'm not worried about you, a dead girl. I haven't eaten for two days. I want to die!"

When they arrive at a local meal, song's mother looks at it more and more. Naturally, she doesn't have a good tone when she talks to song Huaichun.

However, song's mother slammed the door when she responded. If song Mu's backward movement was slower, her hand would be caught by song Huaichun's sudden door closing.

In this way, after repeated twists and turns, song's mother's anger, which she had managed to suppress, rose to the ground. She was not afraid of song Huaichun's cold eyes before."Song Huaichun!" She patted the door with great force, and she was eager to break it open. Unfortunately, the solid wooden door had no other harvest except for the slight hum of the wooden door and the red wrists of song's mother.

The Dragon Qing downstairs, attracted by the movement of the upstairs, thought about it, got up and went upstairs. Seeing the mess on the ground, his eyes flashed and his voice was gentle: "Auntie, what's the matter?"

He asked, pointing to the food which was no longer visible on the ground.

Song's mother hurriedly let go of her hand. She laughed and hid her red fist behind her back. Her tone was very flattering: "song Huaichun, this girl, doesn't know what's going on. Her temper has changed so bad."

After saying a lot, song's mother seemed to realize that something was wrong, Chumei's smile, and she gently slapped her mouth: "look how I told you a lot of useless things, long Qing, we Huaichun estimated to encounter something, the heart is sad, usually, she has a good temper."

Long Qing smiles, does not say that he does not believe, nor that he does not believe, but said: "Auntie, if you have something to do first, I have a few words to say to Huaichun."

"But?" Song's mother glanced at the tight door behind her. She was not sure whether song Huaichun would open the door for long Qing. If long Qing was annoyed and offended him, who would they depend on.