Pampered and arrogant: black-bellied husband please calm down

Chapter 121 It's Nice to Have a Wife
Lu Nanchen twitched the corners of his lips, and said calmly: "I don't know much about what happened later. I heard from my dad that the organizing committee checked the guns, bullets, and the distance and frequency of the bullets in his hand. It was clearly deliberate. Murder, rather than the gunfire he described, he was taken away by the local police according to law, and due to sufficient evidence, he was sent directly to a military court that night and sentenced to 30 years."

Although it was Lu Nanchen who said the things that happened that year very plainly.

But just with these words, Yu Sinuan can imagine what kind of thrilling picture it is in his mind.

Looking at the little wife who nodded from time to time and stared at him with complicated eyes.

Lu Nanchen only thought it was funny, but in fact he really laughed out: "What do you mean by staring at me like that? You little brain, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm not thinking wildly."

She just felt that Lu Nanchen had experienced far more things than she did. She was wondering how many waves and ripples Lu Nanchen's heart had endured before he could forget everything, live in a high position, and have a prominent family background , but not arrogant or impetuous, not using family background to force people to submit, and doing anything wrong, on the contrary, he is so polite and humble.

The moment his eyes wandered, Yu Sinuan's eyes fell uncontrollably on his right wrist, which he rubbed lightly from time to time, and he couldn't help but think of the picture of him massaging himself with both hands on the way to the hospital. Could it be because of massaging himself? And triggered his old disease?

Yu Sinuan frowned, stared at his wrist with big clear eyes, and asked with a frowning face, "Lu Nanchen, did your hands become like this because you massaged me? Yes Isn't it very painful?"

Speaking of the latter part, Yu Sinuan's voice became lower and lower, and she asked cautiously.

Her wrist hadn't been hurt before, and she didn't know how painful it would be if a bullet hit the wrist bone.

She is not Lu Nanchen's split body, so she cannot empathize with him, but she knows that once the old disease recurs, the pain will be unbearable.

If she remembers correctly, it seems that since getting in the car, Lu Nanchen has been rubbing his wrist to relieve the pain.

"So what if it hurts?" Lu Nanchen looked at his little wife who was worried about him with a sad face, he curled his lips contentedly, and teased her with a naughty smile: "If I say it hurts, Mrs. Lu, would you Give me a massage too?"

"What's so difficult about that, it's not a fairy tale."

Yu Sinuan cast a glance at Lu Nanchen, her slender body moved towards him, stretched out her hand to hold his right arm in a strange way, carefully placed his right wrist on her leg, and followed the method of Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion massage. Way, kneading for him, relieve pain.

Seeing the hideous and terrifying scar on the side of her wrist, Yu Sinuan's eye sockets were moist, and there was an indescribable touch in her eyes. Lu Nanchen could feel that the strength of her hands became lighter.

Lu Nanchen never thought that he was against him in the past and didn't like his little wife. After hearing these things, he would feel so touched and massage the injured place for him.

Seeing her carefulness and concentration during the massage, after living for 31 years, Lu Nanchen suddenly had a feeling of being cherished in his arms.

If it was someone else, he would definitely abandon it like a shoe, but this person was given to him by the woman he had dreamed of and loved for half his life.

Lu Nanchen reached out and pinned the long hair that covered Yu Sinuan's eyes behind her ears, and smiled gently: "It's nice to have a wife."

Yu Sinuan ignored him and continued to massage him.

Seeing that the girl did not refute, Lu Nanchen was in a better mood and looked at the skyscrapers that flew past outside the car window, smiling contentedly.

Looking at the bushes on both sides of the road that have been blown away by the strong wind, only the trunks are left. In the past 31 years, Lu Nanchen has never had this moment and fell in love with the winter season.

Because of the company of his wife, the winter in Pengcheng this year will be quiet and peaceful.

(End of this chapter)