Gangnam hate

Chapter 39 Extra Story [-]
The doctor clearly said that the critical period was over and all he needed was a good rest, but he didn't wake up for two days.She was extremely flustered, it turned out that she didn't know until that moment that she loved him so deeply that she couldn't bear the slightest betrayal from him.Although he was in a coma, he held her hand and did not let go, just like in the mansion that year, afraid that if he let go, she would never come back again.

On the third day, Fang really woke up.Often wherever she went, his eyes would go there.Knowing that she really forgave him made me feel happy, and my recovery speed also accelerated.In just over two months, it's mostly healed.These days, she never left one step away, Xuan'er had already arranged for her to go back to the mansion, and she and Rui'er would come over once a day.The two have only been together for a few days, and they are already very familiar.According to the magpie, Ruier gave many of her treasures to her younger sister.Xuan'er is no stranger at all, as if she grew up together since she was a child, her brother and brother kept yelling.On the other hand, Rui'er, after several days of getting used to it, she just called her mother.After waiting for so many years, she finally heard him call her that in person, and she felt extremely guilty.Although it was unavoidable, I owed him all these years.

But like a child, he couldn't leave the mansion even for a moment.Every day she had to coax him to take medicine, and that day when she saw him asleep, she played in the garden with the children and concubines.After a while, Zhang Li sent someone to look for him, saying that the commander was losing his temper and refused to take the medicine.She was angry and embarrassed, and blushed from face to neck on the spot.

When I went back to the small building, I saw him lying on the couch, angry.Sitting on the edge of the couch, she asked softly, "Take your medicine, okay?" He didn't speak, but just ignored her.She smiled slightly, and said: "Okay, the medicine is getting cold, have you taken it?" Then he turned over, and seemed to be a little angry: "I don't mean what I say, and I said that I would accompany me, but there is no one. She couldn't help being dumbfounded, and repeatedly admitted her mistake: "Okay, okay, it's my fault. Then take the medicine!" He felt relieved, took the bowl she handed over, and drank it.

When the girl and the mother-in-law retreated, he leaned over and said in a low voice: "What are you doing with this laoshizi medicine? It hasn't gotten better after so long." I don't know how many times I have complained in front of her, she understands I mean, my face turned red.He gently brushed her hair behind her ears, hugged her, and pressed her dense beard against her forehead.She felt crisp and itchy, as if countless ants were crawling: "No more, it's so itchy." He ignored it, and buried his head into her smooth neck... She only felt his breathing became heavier, and she knew clearly, Hugging him hurriedly, panting: "Stop making trouble!" He seemed unwilling, lowered his head on her plump place, and bit her hard.She felt a slight pain, but her whole body trembled, and she called out "嘤".Only then did he look at her with satisfaction, and smiled wickedly.

Her face was flushed and her breathing was disordered. She only gave him a blank look and pushed him away forcefully.Looking down, he saw that the cheongsam with silk satin and dark patterns had been unbuttoned several times, and it was wrinkled like dried plums, so there was no way he could wear it out.Through the open skirt, you can clearly see his deep and shallow tooth marks... She became more and more angry, and beat his shoulder hard: "You, you, what a good thing you did!" He suffered from pain, but only smiled Now, he likes to see her so ashamed and annoyed!

She was pulled onto the couch by him, and she only felt that the soft blanket and his breath made her extremely reassuring.Slightly relieved, he became hazy.She vaguely remembered something she wanted to tell him, so she turned around, pushed him, and said inarticulately: "Are you asleep?" How could he fall asleep so quickly, he petted the tip of her little nose, and said: "What's the matter?" She just felt tired, opened her eyes reluctantly and said, "You should let Peng Dingli go, I heard he is still sweeping the floor in the military headquarters!" He laughed, nodded, and coaxed softly Said: "Understood, go to sleep!" It's time to let go.After meeting her, all I think about and read every day are her, how can I remember such little things.

Peng Dingli, who was far away in the military headquarters, was sweeping the floor in the original subordinate's yard, and suddenly sneezed several times in a row. When he looked up, he saw a clear sky and a spring...

He Lianxuan is already a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a pink and white face and picturesque eyebrows.She looked in from the window and saw her father was wiping the knife constantly.She squinted her eyes and stared at it carefully for a long time, but she still felt that this knife was very ordinary, too ordinary.Just a fruit knife!There shouldn’t be too many exquisite, beautiful, ornate knives in the house than this one!
But she really didn't understand why her father would come to the study to clean the knife whenever he was free, and every time he wiped it, he would be a little distracted, as if he was meditating or remembering.

Ever since I was sensible, I have always seen my father attach great importance to this knife, as if it is a unique treasure in the world.Her father had always loved her the most. Every time brothers and sisters knelt in the yard and were punished, they just ran to his father, called "Good Dad" softly, kissed him on the face, and slapped him a few times. Jiao, if he said he wanted to play with his brothers, he would let them go.

That day, she looked curious, moved the stool secretly, climbed into the cabinet, took the knife and asked her mother, but was reprimanded by her father with a straight face.Father never disciplined himself.Her eyes were red, and she ignored him no matter how much her father coaxed her.

The father had no choice but to tell her when Jingwei was away: "If there is no such knife, we will have no mother, no Xuan'er, and no little brother! So don't move around." She also I don't know why there is no mother, but my father looked solemn and nodded as if he understood.

She went to ask her mother secretly again, but her mother only smiled and pinched her face, but said nothing.But she seemed to see her mother's face blushing slightly.

But until now she still doesn't understand.She was sitting on the thick carpet in the living room, stroking the kitten's soft and smooth fur, rolling her big eyes, and muttering to herself in puzzlement: "Little cat, you see, they are all mysterious. Why don't we have a mother in our family without this knife? Kitty, do you know?"

The kitten in her arms lay docilely on her shoulders, probably because her petting was too comfortable, and it took a long time for her to make two "meow" calls as a response.

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