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

Chapter 515 The Prestige That Should Be (8)
The two sisters were together, and Xiao Ye told Song Wanzhi everything about her experience after returning, from how bad the food she ate to finding that she had grown taller, and then there was a small change in her chest. Tell her about all the discomfort, and Su Mengchen also went out, leaving the time to the two sisters completely, Shen Jin obediently went out after being told by Xiao Ye, "Stay alone".

Su Mengchen stood under the Qilixiang flower tree, glanced at Shen Jin who was dumbfounded, turned his gaze, and stood with his hands behind his back.

All kinds of opportunities, smooth and natural.

It's robbery, it's solution, who said it?

It seemed that Xiaoye couldn't finish talking for three days and three nights. At night, she dragged Song Wanzhi to sleep with her. After the two of them took a bath, Xiaoye dragged Song Wanzhi down on the soft big bed, and hugged Song Wanzhi. Wanzhi rubbed against her.

"Sister, you smell so sweet." Xiao Ye closed her eyes and hummed.

Song Wanzhi had no choice but to wrap her gently in his arms. She didn't feel anything about herself, but Xiaoye smelled like fruit.

Xiao Ye said: "When I was very young, I thought that if my mother was here, she would be able to hold me like this, and then Xiao Ye could rub in her arms. Hehe."

The little girl was very happy, but Song Wanzhi felt a little distressed. He had no mother since childhood, no matter how much Ye Di held her in his palm, as a man, he still couldn't give a little girl the feeling of a mother.

Song Wanzhi hugged Xiao Ye tightly, but did not speak.

The wind outside the window blows in, the summer is scorching, but it is full of cool feeling.

Xiao Ye fell asleep smiling in Song Wanzhi's arms.

The next day Song Wanzhi woke up as usual, but the little girl slept very soundly. Song Wanzhi thought about it at first, but seeing Xiao Ye hugging her like an octopus, she could only lie there , gently patted her head.

Another half an hour later, Xiao Ye just opened her eyes, then got up with Song Wanzhi, washed up and turned out.

And Su Mengchen stood under the Qilixiang tree, dressed in commoner clothes, standing with his back facing him, so far away that he couldn't wait and see.

At this moment, Song Wanzhi vaguely remembered that he was Su Mengchen.

Unknowingly, she began to accept this name, the most glorious and legendary name, and became one with the man in front of her.

Seeing mountains is mountains, seeing water is water.

Or, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing water is not water.

There was light porridge on the jade table under Qilixiang, and Xiao Ye started to salivate when she smelled the aroma, she rushed over immediately, and took a strong smell of the porridge that was still steaming, and said happily: "Thank you big brother!"

Su Mengchen looked at Song Wanzhi who was looking at Xiaoye with a smile, then scooped up a bowl and handed it to her: "I haven't done it for a long time, I hope it's not unfamiliar."

Song Wanzhi looked at his Shu Lang's slender fingers, and took it: "Thank you."

In the warm mouth full of porridge, she was in a trance, thinking of the hut on the west mountain she met for the first time, the beginning of waking up, was to see the bowl of thick porridge when she went out of the house.

And just as she was thinking, she saw the man in front of her squatting down. Before Song Wanzhi could react, she saw him lightly grabbing a fallen leaf on her clothes with his hand, and then took it away.

"It's stained with something." He replied flatly.

However, even Song Wanzhi himself would not pay attention to such a small leaf, and he squatted down in front of her, naturally.

Song Wanzhi stepped back abruptly, but stared blankly at him, speechless.

This is Su Mengchen, standing at the top of him, even the Emperor Ye of this country would never dare to let him squat down. However, he bent down because of a fallen leaf at the corner of her skirt.

Those dense feelings are layer upon layer and choppy, making my heart feel soft every inch, and also stabbing my heart with pain.

Su Mengchen stood up and looked at her: "Wanzhi is just a fallen leaf."

As far as he is concerned, the world and this fallen leaf are just a matter of whether he is willing or not.

As he spoke, he walked over and took the empty bowl from her hand. However, he put on another hand to gently wrap her hand around her, and then gently passed his fingers through her fingers.

Closely linked.

(End of this chapter)