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The lights in the room were on, neither too dazzling nor too dark, just a faint yellow, with an inexplicable warmth.

The boy was sitting in a wheelchair, lying on the table to do his homework. After the car accident, his leg was seriously injured, and he could not stand up now, so he could only sit in a wheelchair.

The woman was sitting in front of the window, with a painting frame in front of her, and colorful dyes beside her. She had several stitches on her chin, but the stitches had not been removed. The scab hasn't fallen off yet, so I don't know if it will leave a scar.

It's just that the black and red dry scab printed on Bai Xi's smooth face was really unattractive.

The atmosphere in the room was very quiet, only the faint breathing of the mother and the child intertwined together, but it was very warm and peaceful.

Turning around, when the woman's eyes fell on the boy inadvertently, she frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless.

His homework posture has never been good. The homework on the coffee table is always crooked, and his body is also twisted. His arms are on the coffee table, his face is resting on his arms, and he is writing while sleeping. It's about to be posted with the homework book.

Putting down the paintbrush in her hand, the woman walked over, but the boy didn't notice, he was still lying there writing, his long and curly eyelashes fluttering from time to time, casting black shadows on the homework book.

Stretching out her hand, she gently patted the boy's back and adjusted his sitting posture; "Can you sit upright and do your homework?"

"Yes." The boy smiled, showing two canine teeth, moved his small body, sat upright, and straightened his back; "Mom, don't you want to draw?"

Shaking her head, Tang Xiaoran stroked his hair and asked, "Are you hungry?"

After the birth, his hair was not very good, it was yellow and thin. She thought that she had eaten something she shouldn't have eaten during pregnancy, or that it was too nutritious. Fortunately, it is now black, thick and shiny.

The boy hugged his stomach with his hands and nodded; "I'm hungry. The dumplings made at school in the afternoon are stuffed with chives. They always have a smell. I don't like them. My favorite dumplings are lotus vegetables and pork stuffed by my mother."

Hearing this, Tang Xiaoran's hands paused slightly, but her thoughts couldn't stop wandering and wandering.

People who have seen Jing Xuan said that only his eyes and mouth resembled hers, and the rest followed his father's appearance, as if he had been carved out of a mold.

In fact, not only his looks, but also his eating habits and tastes were all inherited from Su Zhengxiao.

Onions, garlic, ginger, and leeks, as long as they have a smell, they are all inedible.

After asking three or four times without hearing his mother's answer, he shook the woman's hand; "Mom, what are you thinking?"

After regaining her senses, Tang Xiaoran shook her head and asked him to do his homework obediently. She went to the kitchen to make dinner for the two of them.

The dinner was very light. She made some porridge, mixed two side dishes, and made light bone soup for Jing Xuan. He was still young, but his leg was hit in a car accident, so he had to make up for it.

During dinner, she would ask him what interesting things happened in school, and Jing Xuan would tell her everything while sipping bone soup.

Afterwards, she would go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Jing Xuan would sit in the living room and watch TV, but he would only watch it for half an hour or four or ten minutes, and would turn off the TV when the time came.

This is the rule Tang Xiaoran gave him. He can only watch TV for half an hour every night. When he encounters a TV program he particularly likes to watch, the limit of 10 minutes will be relaxed.

After cleaning the tableware and walking out, Jing Xuan was waiting for her at the door of the kitchen; "Mom, I can't go up by myself*."

Looking at his legs wrapped in thick white gauze, Tang Xiaoran's chest rose and fell, pushing the wheelchair forward, with one foot deep and one foot shallow; "Mom will take you there."

She hugged him horizontally with both hands, but due to the relationship between the weight and her legs, Tang Xiaoran's body tilted to one side, staggered, and almost fell, she hurriedly stepped forward to the edge of the bed to stabilize her body, Jing Xuan's legs could no longer move injured.

Then, she slowly moved the child onto the bed with difficulty little by little. After finishing, her forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

It was obviously a very simple move, but it was so difficult for her.

Jing Xuan is very sensible, he said; "Mom, when I grow up, I will hug you. I am strong and you are so light. I can definitely hug you!"

Warm and considerate words can always move people's hearts.

Smile, Tang Xiaoran pulls the quilt up for him, and when he grows up and hugs her, the scene must be warm, but I don't know...

"Go to sleep," she said.

"Mom, good night." The child waved his little hand; "I will dream of my mother."

"Okay, I'll dream about you too..."

……

In the bathroom, Tang Xiaoran took off her clothes and lay naked in the bathtub. The warm water flowed on her body, relieving her tiredness.

She has a figure that is comparable to that of catwalk models, with hips, flat stomach, snow-white round breasts, and a full 36cm.

The legs are even more slender, straight and smooth, without any scars on them, the lines are beautiful and charming at the same time.

The only shortcoming is her right leg, which was severely injured in a car accident when she was young, and has been limping ever since.

It's not a slight limp, but a slightly severe limp. When walking, one foot is deep and the other is shallow, and the shoulders are also inclined.

This is the eternal pain in her heart.

There is no way to wear beautiful high heels like ordinary women. What is beautiful to others is funny to her.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether she wears high heels or not. She doesn't like wearing them at all, but she just hopes that when she walks down the street holding her child's hand, she won't get so many strange eyes and too many gazes.

After soaking in the warm water for a long time, she got up and put on her bathrobe, but when she pushed open the bathroom door, she froze in place, startled.

Su Zhengxiao came back at some point.

However, he seemed to have not washed for a few days, the stubble on his chin was protruding, his sunken eyes gave people a very tired feeling, his shirt was even more wrinkled, and there was a little dust on his suit pants. His face was black and blue, and the corners of his lips were red and swollen, as if he had been in a fight.

He appeared in the bedroom so quietly, Tang Xiaoran was really frightened, and after only a moment, she returned to normal; "What's wrong with your face?"

Su Zhengxiao ignored her at all, brushed the back of his hand directly from the corner of his lips, passed her, and went to the bathroom.

Tang Xiaoran opened her mouth and didn't ask any more. He obviously didn't want to pay attention to her. Even if she asked, he wouldn't open her mouth. Why bother?

What's more, his affairs were never something she could interfere with. Whether it was a private matter or a business matter, she had no right or qualification.

She was never the one to ask him about those things.

After putting on her make-up, she seemed to have thought of something, she turned and went out to get hot porridge.

At this moment, Su Zhengxiao's heart relaxed a lot, at least, when it came to dealing with Huo Jingcheng and Shen Ya.

He understood that Huo Jingcheng must have said hello to being able to get out of the prison. He was the one who lost his head and did such a thing!

If it wasn't for Shen Ya's last kind thought, then both of them might have died in the wooden house.

However, when he thought of Zuo Qingrou again, his heart was torn apart, every inch of it hurt, and he still couldn't forget her appearance when she died, that was the hurdle in his heart.

If he hadn't given the stack of photos to Mother Huo, and Mother Huo hadn't gone to find her, would it have ended differently?

Tang Xiaoran held hot porridge in one hand and cold side dishes in the other, her hands were fully occupied, and finally pushed the door open with her body.

Su Zhengxiao also just came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a bathrobe and sitting on the side of the bed, with his legs slightly apart, wiping the water droplets from his hair with a towel.

"Have you had dinner? I'll heat the porridge for you." She said, and put it on the table.

After he was released from the prison, he didn't stop at City S. He immediately boarded a plane and rushed back to Hong Kong. After that, he went home without even drinking his saliva.

Smelling the aroma of light porridge, he sat down beside the sofa and picked up his chopsticks without saying a word.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoran's tense emotions relaxed a little, the room was very quiet, and the sound of the needle falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

This is his usual way of getting along with her. If there are no unnecessary words, even if there are, they are just ridicule and irony from him.

After he finished eating, Tang Xiaoran took the bowls and chopsticks and washed them in the kitchen.

She thought, Su Zhengxiao probably wouldn't stay here overnight, he never stayed here overnight, he has many houses in Hong Kong.

I will come back here today, I am afraid that I just came to see Jingxuan, and then I will leave soon.

In fact, it's fine to leave, she hasn't been with him for a long time, and she doesn't even know how to talk to him.

When she returned to the bedroom, Su Zhengxiao didn't leave, and was still sitting on the side of the bed. He raised his head when he heard the sound, and the redness and swelling at the corners of his lips became more and more obvious. His eyes swept across her legs, coldly He opened his mouth; "Didn't the doctor say how long it will take to get out of the wheelchair?"

Although he was talking about Jing Xuan, when his eyes moved away from her legs, she felt that he was mocking her, blaming her for making Jing Xuan's legs look like that.

"One month, maybe a little longer." Tang Xiaoran said.

"When Jingxuan's leg is healed, immediately throw it out of the apartment for me. I don't want to see anything that is an eyesore in my apartment." Su Zhengxiao's eyes were sharp.

Do things that are an eyesore include her?Tang Xiaoran thought dimly, after all, she didn't say anything, but just responded softly; "Got it."

Throwing off the quilt, Su Zhengxiao **, Tang Xiaoran stood there, feeling unbelievable and flustered by his actions; "Aren't you leaving?"

"If I remember correctly, this seems to be a property under my name. I live in my own home, can't I?" Su Zhengxiao's mean lips were pursed like a straight line, and Su Zhengxiao raised his brows, feeling that her questioning like this was unnecessary.

"No..." She shook her head, went to the side and opened the cabinet, and said, "Then you go to sleep, I'll go to the living room."

Hearing this, Su Zhengxiao lifted the quilt and sat up, as if staring at prey, exuding an oppressive and frightening light, staring straight at Tang Xiaoran's face; "I think you seem to have forgotten you It's my wife..."

Tang Xiaoran's hands holding the quilt were immediately stunned in place, although her face was calm, she had a wry smile in her heart.

She is his wife, and she has never forgotten it, but it has always been him.

But, what's the point of arguing about it at a time like this?She opened her mouth and said, "No, I'm just afraid that you won't be used to sleeping here."

Su Zhengxiao sneered; "Is this a deliberate accusation? Do you think I left you out on purpose?"

"Really not, I just want you to sleep better at night and be refreshed tomorrow—ah——"

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt that her arm was suddenly clenched, she moved backwards, and bumped into the man's firm embrace, and the quilt in her hand fell to the ground.

Almost immediately, Tang Xiaoran became nervous, and she found it ridiculous to say that she and he were father and wife. In the first few years of their marriage, he touched her very frequently, but each time he touched her with anger and resentment, as if It's venting, it's not sex at all,

She had never guessed his thoughts, just like this time.

Su Zhengxiao directly brought her to the bed, pressed his heavy body directly on top of her, and sealed her lips with one stroke, kissing her wantonly, very rough.

Tang Xiaoran was nervous and flustered, she didn't know what he was doing now, she put her hands on his chest, pushing and shoving.

In the end, Su Zhengxiao became a little irritable. He frowned and his dark eyes darkened; "Hiding away, this is your duty and responsibility! It's the price you have to pay. Could it be that you are playing hard to get?"

"..." She didn't struggle or move, she became quiet, he was right.

He pressed on her, feeling that the bathrobe was too intrusive, and he had already torn it off with one hand. She was wearing a nightgown, so he lifted the nightgown up with his big hands, and then ripped off her hair.

The fire dragon between the legs under her body was already swollen badly, and her breasts were even louder and wilder, without continuing the foreplay, the fiery fire dragon directly pierced into her warmth.

It hurts, it hurts very much, Tang Xiaoran's body can't adapt to such a huge size, she curled up, her brows were furrowed, her lower body seemed to be torn apart due to the pain.

Su Zhengxiao had already started to move vigorously, back and forth, as if a motor was installed on his buttocks.

As time went by, the dry vagina became moist, and the initial pain disappeared, replaced by unspeakable joy and lumpiness.

"Do you feel it?" He put his hands on both sides of her head and curled the corners of his lips, still a little ironic.

Don't look away, Tang Xiaoran felt a little embarrassed, but the blocky feeling in her body was real, and she couldn't avoid it. A woman who hasn't had sex for a long time feels naturally sensitive, so the pleasure she feels is more and deeper.

The passion and fieryness have been maintained, and after a long time, he let out a low, panting roar. The excessive heat made her body tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, a phone rang, Tang Xiaoran quickly pulled the quilt over the two of them, put her hands on the underwear under the quilt, pulled up her nightgown, and met his gaze, she explained; "It's Jingxuan, he There should be something, I'll go take a look."

In the next second, she turned on the light in the room, got off the bed, and it turned out that Jing Xuan was going to the bathroom.

Tang Xiaoran took him to the bathroom, washed his hands, and was about to send him back to the room, but he said, "Mom, let me go to your room to have a look."

Puzzled, she pushed him to the bedroom, but Jing Xuan just stood at the door, glanced at the room, and said, "Dad is asleep, I just saw Dad's leather shoes at the door."

She brought him back to the room, and when she was about to cover him with the quilt, the child's hand grabbed her, his eyes were brighter than the stars outside the window; "Daddy is willing to come back here to sleep with us, Mommy, Are you reconciled with Dad?"

Touching his head, she wanted to say something but couldn't open it. After all, he was only an eight-year-old child, even if he was precocious, he was still a child; "Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."

He nodded, his expression and eyes were always bright, and even the corner of his mouth was smiling.

When Tang Xiaoran returned to the room, Su Zhengxiao was still awake, she was sleeping, but he was pressed under him again, asking for it until midnight.

Su Zhengxiao was fast asleep, she wasn't there yet, looking out the window, the moonlight was as bright as Jing Xuan's face, but it made her feel so cold.

He was moving, his brows were tightly furrowed, his forehead was covered with sweat, his expression was uneasy, as if he was having a nightmare.

Tang Xiaoran patted his back lightly, wanting to comfort him, the next second, his thin lips parted slightly, and a tight voice murmured out of his mouth; "Qingrou...don't...I'm sorry...I Miss you……"

Five thousand words, and there will be a new chapter later. Originally, I planned to write Chen Yuanyuan's first, but Chen Yuanyuan's conception is not yet perfect, and it will be very difficult to write, so I will write Su first. If you don't like to read it, wait for Chen Yuanyuan. , Su’s article won’t be long, don’t worry dear friends, please give me a reward, please give me some motivation, in fact, Su is also a good man, trust me…………………………