Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 442: Here Is Gentlely Telling My Life (3)
Did its master succeed?Still no success?
Oh, it's too complicated, I can't figure it out with such a smart mind.

After it finished speaking, it plunged itself into the hot spring water again, ouch, hot spring water, so comfortable.

The two sat on the tree, watching the sun rise higher and higher, higher and higher.

Su Mengchen said, "Do you want to leave?"

Song Wanzhi managed to calm down: "Yes."

Su Mengchen stretched out his hand, and jumped with her, landing on the ground next to him. As soon as he landed, Song Wanzhi was caught off guard, and his feet suddenly hurt, and then he couldn't help the soles of his feet softening.

Seeing Su Mengchen, his brows flickered, and then he hugged her up by the waist.

Song Wanzhi hurriedly said, "I can go by myself."

But how could Su Mengchen let go, she hugged her, walked along the hot spring lake for a while, and then gently placed her on a clean big rock next to her.

Then, he knelt down in front of her and gently held her feet: "Wan Zhi, let me see."

Song Wanzhi forgot to react for a while, only saw the man in front of him half kneeling on the ground, the small stone knocked under his knee, just like that, gently holding her foot, and then placed her foot on the On his knees, the water that remained in the hot spring was still dripping down.

By the time Song Wanzhi realized it, the man opposite had already gently taken off her shoes.

Her jade-like feet landed in his palm, and her slender fingers gently dragged hers. He lowered his head, and the water-stained hair fell down in strands, and the water dripped onto the ground beside him.

As if in his capacity, it didn't seem to be a big deal to kneel down like this, or the world's affairs were not as important as the small injury on her foot.

Song Wanzhi couldn't tell what it was like in her heart. When she looked down and saw his slender fingers landed on her feet, she couldn't help but blushed, bit her lips lightly, and curled up her toes. It is like a pink and tender flower, with dew and fragrance.

However, Su Mengchen's eyes only fell on the wound on the tip of her toe. The skin was broken and bleeding, but the surrounding area was covered with bruises.

Song Wanzhi hurriedly said, "I'm fine."

Su Mengchen raised her head to look at her, and the deep and shallow things in her eyes made her feel stagnant.

Then, I heard Su Mengchen's voice of self-blame: "I'm sorry."

It must have been hit by a small stone that flew down when he came down just now.

Song Wanzhi heard this, but couldn't help the corners of her eyes getting hot. Her eyes fell on his back, which was bent over because of half kneeling. At this moment, she noticed that his clothes had been scratched off a long time ago. However, the exposed skin was all traces of being smashed and scratched.

He protects her, a person who will not get hurt at all, but because of her, but because of the small wound on her foot, he blames himself.

Song Wanzhi wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say a word, all the words were stuck in his throat and suffocated.

Su Mengchen tore off a corner of her shirt, then put it down, gently placed her feet on it, then stood up and said, "Wanzhi, wait for me here for a while."

Song Wanzhi nodded slightly.

She raised her eyes, looked at Su Mengchen's sylph body when he turned and left, looked at the scar on his back, and then looked at the skirt of the shirt under her feet.

Meng Chen.

Meng Chen.

Meng Chen.

She put her chin on her knees and sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)