Chapter 55

From the small season by Jiang Shiran suddenly promise to startle, Leng for a moment, he glared at the door of that figure one eye.

He reached out his hand and gently touched Jiang Shiran's hair. "Dye ran, it's OK. I didn't blame you, as long as you're OK."

Jiang Shiran hugs Li Xiaoji's arm and lies quietly on the head of his bed. He opens his eyes and looks at the plaster on his leg.

Thinking of what Xiaoji said to her in the hospital.

"Ranran, will you marry me? Give me a chance to take care of you all my life. "

This sentence warmed her whole world. At that time, Xiao Ji didn't know that his legs could not stand up.

She raised her head and looked at the pale face, pink, tender lips from Xiaoji. "Brother Xiaoji, would you like to give me a chance to take care of you all my life?"

She was serious and thoughtful.

From small season to her good, she saw in the eye.

From the moment she met him when she sold the house, he always stood by her side and did a lot of things for her.

Once she loved so tired, now there is a man who is willing to treat her wholeheartedly. Even if he lost his legs, he is still willing to take her out of the hell.

"Ranran, I'm sorry, forgive me for being unreasonable in the morning. I may be dizzy with pain. I didn't say anything in the morning."

Suddenly proposed in the morning, leaving Xiaoji now regret.

He thought that his leg, just a fracture, in three months will be good.

However, today's he, perhaps all his life in a wheelchair, he does not want his beloved woman, just because of guilt and stand by his side.

"Brother Ji, I beg you, I have lost my right and father. Jiahui's mother doesn't want me. Don't drive me away, let me stay by your side and be your legs, OK?"

Jiang Shiran's small face droops, tears along the cheek, drops on the floor, the voice is clear and loud.

She is really useless. She can do nothing but cry.

At that moment, she really hoped that the person who needed to sit in the wheelchair was her. As long as she could still smile like before, stand beside her and help her solve the difficulties.

From small season heartache looking at Jiang Shiran, compared with the pain on the leg, the pain here makes him tear heart crack lung.

He reached out and helped Jiang Shiran wipe away the tears on his face. He took her hand and put it on his face. He rubbed it gently. He said with a faint smile, "Ranran, you don't want me to stand up in the future."

Jiang Shiran wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand and grinned at Li Xiaoji.

"Brother Ji, you promised me."

"It's you who promised me to marry you. OK, go and wash it. You're crying like a cat. It's not cute any more."

As long as Zou Yiliang doesn't want to leave Xiaojiang to wash the clothes, he doesn't want to leave Xiaojiang to wash the clothes.

That man doesn't know how to cherish this girl. He will make up for his share.

Zou Yihan squints at the man lying on the bed. How long has it been since he saw such a beautiful smile.

Since the moment Jiang Shiran was jailed five years ago, he has not laughed so much. Even if he has, he is just perfunctory.

After taking a bath, Jiang Shiran changed into a long skirt specially prepared for her by Li Xiaoji. The plain skirt matches the temperament of Jiang Shiran.

The beige long skirt clearly outlines her perfect figure, with big eyes and watery eyes. Although the living conditions in the prison are not good at all, it does not affect the development of Jiang Shiran. The young girl at that time has transformed into a perfect woman.

Some nervous Jiang Shiran slowly walks to the front of Xiaoji, with a trace of shyness.

The light fragrance on his body was introduced into the nose of Xiaoji, which made him a little distracted.

Eyes have been walking on her body, a lovely baby face, and pink lips, big eyes, every impurity.

Then down, white neck, covered with dense red mark, that is the thing left by liangqiancheng.

That bastard.

Jiang Shiran lowers her head and looks at the hem of her skirt and tries to block the things on her neck.

She didn't want to let Xiaoji see those things. It was her shame.

Away from the small season eyes away from her neck, as if nothing to see, "dye dye, quickly blow hair, or wait for a cold."

Lifting his hands, he really wanted to help her blow her hair, but the injured hand couldn't hold the heavy hair dryer.

Jiang Shiran vomited her tongue and her head toward Xiaoji. Then she went to the other side and began to blow her hair.

Now that she has become Xiaoji's fiancee, there is no agreement that a week's painting can satisfy Zou Yihan.

"Time" photography shop was originally opened by Xiao Ji for the sake of Jiang Shiran.From the beginning, "time" has been under the name of Jiang Shiran. Now she has become a real landlady.

Jiang Shiran doesn't go to "time" at all because he has to take care of Xiaoji.

Zou Yihan will prepare all the things she needs.

When Xiaoji finally settles down, Jiang Shiran sends Zou Yihan out.

"If you really want to reassure him, don't throw away the brush."

Zou Yihan is very clear that Jiang Shiran picked up the brush for liangqiancheng, and finally lost the brush for him.

What Xiaoji wants to see most is that Jiang Shiran, who is proud to write with a brush, is not for anyone to pick up.

Jiang Shiran looked back at the direction of Xiaoji's room, then whispered, "I know what I want to do. I hope you can give me more advice in the next time."

Back in the room, her Sketchpad was already installed.

Li Xiaoji lies on the bed, smiling at the drawing board.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and put the pen right in front of the tip of his nose.

After a while, I opened my eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of my mouth.

From this moment on, her brush is not picked up for anyone, so she will no longer put it down for anyone.

One afternoon later, only half of Jiang Shiran's painting was finished.

"Ranran, after drawing for so long, you are tired. Take a rest and draw again."

All afternoon away from Xiaoji, I stare at Jiang Shiran, who is seriously painting.

For a moment, he felt that Jiang Shiran had come back. However, on a closer look, it was not like that, because Jiang Shiran standing in front of him had more mature, less immature, more flavor and less green and astringent.

"Brother Ji, are you hungry? I'm going to cook."

Jiang Shiran refuses Zou Yihan to ask her servant to come here. She wants to take care of Xiaoji herself.

Even if he can't stand up later, she has to do his legs and keep standing.

"Ranran, just call the servant."

Li Xiaoji doesn't want to see Jiang Shiran too tired. However, she feels very happy when she thinks that she can eat what she has made by herself.

Although he saw the smile on it, he thought it was clean.

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