Chapter 275

Her face was covered with tears. Her voice was a little hoarse just now because of a struggling cry. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her hair was scattered, sweaty and wet on her cheek. She couldn't say how pitiful she was. At this time, she was sleeping thin. Her clothes were already Ling. She rolled them around. She just wanted to beat him, but she didn't guard against her own light. She was looking at him, and his eyes were straight Hook fell on her slightly trembling chest as if she were quenching the fire. She was stunned for a while. Half a day later, she screamed a short time, covering her face and lying on the bed. She was wrapped up with thin

Meng shaoting was hurt by her appearance just now. I wish I could crush her again immediately. I love her well under my body, but seeing that she is crying in the quilt now, I know that she is being bullied. She has always been reserved. This time he did too much, so that he could easily pull back the little woman's heart. He still had to show it well..

"Quiet..." He began to call her this nickname, not wife, nor heaven baby baby. It sounded more friendly than Jingzhi. He liked it very much.

He pulled back the quilt that wrapped her little body, but he knew that he was holding the corner of the quilt. He wrapped himself like a silkworm. He pulled hard for a few times and didn't dare to hurt her too hard. But he couldn't cry like this all the time. He was more worried about her suffocation and frowning. He just picked her up together with the thin quilt and cherished the little man in his arms Desperately twist. Move struggle, cry more out of breath, Meng shaozheng bitterly shook his head, how before did not find that she can toss?

In a trance, she once pulled him to escape from the banquet scene. That night, he was so puzzled. Now, he remembered that day, and clearly remembered how pretty and lovely her little face was when she was drunk and bright red. She said that the rumors about her were exaggerated. She was actually a fake little girl who could climb the wall and fish Son.

Once a person remembers the past beauty, he can't help but feel the softness in his heart. He thinks of the past quiet knowledge, which is not good but full of vitality, and that there is always a melancholy and melancholy quiet knowledge hanging between his eyebrows. His heart becomes more and more sour. He hugs her and gently coaxes him: "quiet, I'm afraid you're bored, and We had to take a bath just now, didn't we? Otherwise, you're not comfortable sleeping. Darling, stop crying. I'll let you punish me later, OK? "

She was stuck in the quilt for a long time. Her face was bright red. She cried with tears, but she wanted to take a bath. After struggling for a few times, she beat him hard. Then she choked and let him hold her to the bathroom.

He really didn't mess around again. In the huge luxurious bathtub, he took the bath ball and carefully applied the bath milk to her, poured the shampoo into the palm of her hand, clutched her long hair in the palm and gently rubbed it to wash her hair. Still, he just sat there with his hands around his chest. At first, he stared at him warily. At the end of the day, he only concentrated on washing her hair, but didn't There is chaos to see, also did not move, she just gradually relaxed down, but the bottom of the heart is still angry, stubborn twist head don't look at him.

Meng shaoting has always been patient. Although he is not very skillful in his movements, he is careful and gentle enough. Even after washing her hair with a flower shower, he knows to apply conditioner to her. Jing knows that he is a little surprised. From time to time, he chokes and looks at him suspiciously.

He laughed when she saw him. His strong body was lying in the bathtub at will, but he still kept her in his arms. He asked her to lie on his chest and know how to struggle in a hurry. She touched his strong and smooth muscles, which were not too fat. Her heart almost came out of her throat, but her hands were all smooth bath milk, which touched his equally smooth body, She wanted to struggle, but she fell into his arms

His laughter became more and more unrestrained, and came out of her chest stiffly. He pulled her to press her on her chest. Lavender essential oil was dripped into the warm water, which was fragrant and reassuring. He just encircled her little body and said softly, "be good, I will hold her still."

She did not want to twist. Move a few times, but heard his throat depressed sigh, a turn of mind, immediately understand, the small face suddenly white, after all, still choose to be honest.

He closed his eyes and leaned there, his dark hair wet against his handsome face. His features were as firm and handsome as a knife, axe and chisel. The bronzed skin added a bit of manliness. At the moment, she was clasped in his arms and smelled the same cool mint taste as her. For a while, it seemed that time suddenly turned back to the past.

What if it wasn't seven years later? How good if this is the time when they haven't divorced yet? How good would it have been if it had happened in her family?

Every time she was eagerly looking forward to his presence, he was not.

Gradually, the expectation is like a rose with a strong fragrance gradually withering into a white moonlight flowing in the window.

Her heart was cold. Although she felt the quiet warmth at the moment, how long could it last?

She was in a trance. She shrank into his arms involuntarily. Her face was on his strong arm. She was in a state of confusion.

Feeling her change, he opened his eyes, his voice sounded a little dumb in her ear, as if in a dream: "what's the matter?"

She buried her face in his chest and shook her head gently, but she drilled into his arms again.

He smiled softly, picked her up, washed the conditioner on her hair, put clean water back, and put them all in place. Then he took a big soft towel to clean her, took a new bathrobe to wrap her, and took her back to the bedroom.

She has always been very clever, so he can't help but feel more and more pity for her. He put her on the bed. He found a hairdryer to blow her hair carefully, and she sat quietly, sipped her mouth, as if he was going to cry. He wanted to laugh, but he was sad. The hum of the hair dryer stopped his voice. He didn't know if she cried.

Bed. He has changed clean utensils and blown his hair. He hugs her and lies in the quilt. She still encircles her intimately. She automatically reaches out her hand and hugs his waist. She pastes the cool face on his chest. The tip of her nose is still soft and moist. He rubs his body gently. His soft heart almost drips out of the water. He hugs her more tightly, hoping to rub her into his body In the body.

"Will you always be nice to me?" Her voice suddenly rang. There was a little hoarseness in her sweet voice, but it was like a little girl's coquetry.

He nodded with a heavy hum.

She suddenly raised her head, and her forehead suddenly hit his hard jaw. He groaned with pain, but subconsciously reached out to rub her forehead, carefully checking her expression, "does it hurt?"

Jingzhi's eyes are sore and tears flow out instantly. She sucks her nose to control her tears, but she forces more tears.

Backhand hugged him all at once, and he was shocked. He smiled and hugged her back and rubbed gently between her neck: "Why are you crying again? You are such a big person."

"Don't be so nice to me, Meng shaoting. Don't be so nice to me..." She hugged him so hard that she couldn't breathe.

She can't bear it. His kindness to her is too heavy for her to breathe.

He was stunned, and his eyes slipped past the light loss, but he still said with a smile: "what's the matter? Can't you hurt? I just want to be nice to you. "

She was so sad that she pressed her face. He could not speak in front of his chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but he did not know what to say.

For a while, there was only room full of silence, he rolled. The hot chest felt her cool tears, and the smile dissipated a little bit.

He knew why she said that, and he knew it.

"Meng shaoting..." Jingzhi's voice was low, and then he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. It was she who bit him.

His painful face was white, but he didn't push her away, leaving her to bite so hard.

After a long time, she tasted the taste of blood, and suddenly broke down as loose, staring at the bloodstain on his shoulder, the tears in her eyes fell down wantonly, her heart hurt a bit, as if it was for him, feeling the pain.

"Sleep. Don't think about so many things. Just do what you need to do. I will do everything." Regardless of the injury on his shoulder, he saw her looking at him with some guilt, and coaxed her into his arms.

"Meng shaoting..." She sniffled and looked at him with big, watery eyes: "does it hurt..."