Celebrated Family's Grand Marriage

"Yes."

LAN Yi's eyes darkened with disappointment.

Everyone knows what LAN Yi people are thinking, but Yeming doesn't know and has no mind to know.

His whole mind was on the woman upstairs.

"Miss LAN, please."

Ah Cheng took a look at LAN Yi with some sympathy and turned to go out.

After seeing off LAN Yi, Ye Ming goes to the sofa and sits down. He raises his hand and looks at the time again.

"The medicine you want, young master."

"Leave it."

The servants were busy with their own affairs. Yeming sat in the living room, closed his eyes, and recalled song Anning's rare initiative in the bathroom. Although it was a little provocative, he was still overjoyed.

This kind of feeling, like after a long time, he regained the joy of song Anning.

And his joy, though not in form of color, was invisible, even the servants at home all over the night, as well as those who had been following him all the time noticed the change.

They clearly feel that the depressing low pressure that has been condensing above the night home seems to be invisible and has weakened a lot.

After sitting in the living room for half an hour, Yeming got up and took the sprained cream on the tea table and went upstairs.

Push open the bathroom door, found song Anning in the bathtub is very heavy, he came in, she did not notice any movement.

Before, when he heard that she had severe insomnia and could only sleep on drugs and alcohol, he felt as if he had been bitten by countless ants, but he didn't know where to scratch.

Subconsciously, he took her out carefully, helped her dry her sleeping position, and went out of the bathroom.

In the whole process, song Anning never woke up.

Look at her, it seems that she is really tired.

The bottom of his eyes, inadvertently flowing out of a few long lost pet, he carefully put her on the bed, see her comfortable turn over, continue to sleep.

Night Ming sat down beside her bed and sighed helplessly.

"If all this can cure your insomnia, I don't mind coming a few more times a day."

He took the ointment in his hand, applied it to her waist and rubbed it gently.

Song Anning, in her sleep, seems to be aware of the pain. She twists her eyebrows and hands and instinctively stops her hands in her waist.

The voice murmured in a very low voice, "don't move, it hurts..."

That low voice, like a child in general, let night Ming's heart, soft a few points.

Some regret that today, in order to punish her half a month ago in the hospital that heartless words and let her let her practice.

The movement on the hand, put a little light, after finishing to her, and help her put on the clothes, cover the quilt, he left quietly.

Song Anning wakes up in the middle of the night. Her body is sour and painful. She does not forget that it is the result of being crushed by night Ming.

She twisted her eyebrows and was too lazy to move. She woke up in the middle of the night and was hungry. She wanted to find something to eat. She just moved her body and found herself sleeping on a strong arm.

She was stunned for a moment and found herself being held from behind.

Her heart, suddenly a tight, quietly turned her head, see night Ming's face is asleep at her.

The lines on his face were much softer than usual, and the aggression she was used to seeing was less obvious at the moment.

Song Anning doesn't remember when he fell asleep and when he went to bed.

What's more, I don't know when Yeming fell asleep beside her.

All she knew was that she had never been in harmony with him in the past six months, though she had been sleeping in the same bed with him every day.

I have to admit that although night Ming is full of anger, his face still makes people unable to restrain his heart beating faster and wants to get close to him.

It's like a rose, even with sharp thorns, but it's beautiful and gorgeous. If you approach it in time, it may hurt yourself, or make so many people rush to it.

This is not difficult to understand why LAN Yi people see night Ming so blatantly foster "mistress", she can bear to stay with him.

Thinking about it, song Anning can't help but lift his hand and probe into the face of Yeming.

Fingertip, did not touch him, her hand, but hung in the air, dare not close.

Her hand, across the air, gently depicts the outline of night Ming's face, deep facial features, and every expression of his sleep.

"I don't know which day I die in your hands, your face, can let me remember."

In her hoarse voice, with a faint sadness, her eyes drooped. She took back her hand and quietly took away Yeming's arm on her body and slowly got out of bed.

In the moment of wearing slippers, she saw a bottle of sprained ointment in front of the bedside table, and a familiar picture flashed through her mind.In the evening

She was sleepy, as if someone was cleaning her medicine, because she was so tired and sleepy that she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a reality.

Hand, gently to the waist, yesterday's sprained tendons seem not so painful.

Is it Yeming who helped her with the medicine?

When song Anning realized this idea, he was shocked and couldn't believe it.

The hateful man behind her is really kind to wipe her medicine?

But who else can there be but night light?

Song Anning's heart, had a bit of struggle, put the medicine bottle back to the bedside table, she got up and went out of the room.

Because she is afraid to wake up Yeming, some of her actions have to be relaxed.

When she went out of the room, behind her closed eyes suddenly opened, in the dark, it seemed extremely sharp.

When song Anning turns around in his arms, he has already woken up.

I don't know why. He didn't open his eyes.

He could feel song Anning's hand shaking in front of him, but he didn't know what she was going to do.

Until her unknown words, low in front of him, his heart, as if to be stabbed by her words.

What does it mean that one day he will die in his hands? If he really wants to let her die, he will keep her till now?

Night Ming's heart is a little angry, black face, sit up from the bed.

"Don't worry, I'll never let you forget my face in my life."

When song Anning opened the door and went out, it was dark downstairs. The servants had already gone to bed.

She was so hungry that she wanted to get something to eat in the kitchen.

The food materials of Yejia are freshly transported from the vegetable market every day, and they are basically not reserved for the next day.

So when song Anning opened the refrigerator, there was no material in it.

Song Anning, who was in trouble, frowned subconsciously.

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