His Sunny Wife

Qi Ran's eyes turned red, and then she began to smile.

Situ Yan stopped his car in front of the villa.

Turning around, I saw the women around me crying.

He felt a pain in his heart. He reached out, took out the tissue and handed it to her.

"Don't cry. I hate women crying in front of me." He said.

Qi Yue wiped her nose and sobbed. She glanced at situ Yan coldly and said vaguely: "you hate it, you hate it, anyway You don't marry Marry me Wu Wu... "

Situ Yan's face was a little ugly. When he heard her words, he couldn't help shaking his lips.

He sat in the car, silent for a moment, then got up, opened the door and got off.

Open the door for Qi Yue and pick her up.

"Let me go I, I It's none of your business... " Qi Yue struggled feebly.

"I don't care about you, you're on the ground." Situ Yan said: "or do you want to sleep in the garden?"

Qi Yue

He has a good smell of tobacco. Qi Yue feels that her brain is getting deeper and deeper. Unconsciously, her strength on her hand is getting smaller and smaller.

When situ Yan put her on the bed, she was already asleep.

It's rare to be so quiet.

Situ Yan looked at the little woman on the bed with some complication.

Take out the blanket and cover it for her.

A strand of hair was blocking her eyes, so he reached out and helped her with her hair.

The woman's cheek is red, like an apple.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes.

Situ Yan reached out his hand and gently wiped it off with his index finger.

After staring at her for a few seconds, he got up and went to the balcony.

Take out a cigar and light it.

The starlight of the fire lights up. A moment later, the man's thin lips spit out a faint smoke.

,,,

in the ward.

Looking from a distance, Nangong Jinlie was wearing a sick suit with a smile on his face. He seemed to be no different from an ordinary kind old man.

Xia xiaonuan came forward, looked at him and called.

"Grandfather..."

Nangong Jinlie quickly stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair beside him.

"Sit down and come to me." He said in an old but rich voice.

Xia xiaonuan sits on the chair and looks at Nangong Jinlie. They are silent for a few seconds, looking at each other, or observing each other.

A moment later, Xia xiaonuan was the first to break the silence.

"Grandfather, are you feeling better?"

A smile flashed in Nangong Jinlie's eyes.

"Rare, after so many things, you are willing to call me grandfather and care about me." He looked at her, seemed to nod with satisfaction, seemed to think of something, and suddenly added: "ah I feel better. I'm fine, really. "

Xia xiaonuan looked at his firm and arrogant appearance, as if the disease did not bring a trace of damage to his spirit, he is still the Nangong Jinlie who is not afraid of anything.

On him, Xia xiaonuan vaguely sees the shadow of Nangong Yaoling.

She can't help thinking, no wonder Nangong Jinlie likes Yaoling so much, because he is really similar to Nangong Jinlie in some aspects.

But in some ways, he was the opposite of this stubborn and paranoid old man.

Somehow, she felt pity for the old man in front of her.

Nangong Jinlie said: "Xiao Nuan, we have not sat together for a long time to talk."

Summer small warm wry smile, but can't say a word.

Because her nose was sour and her throat choked. She suddenly remembered that when she had just turned into Xia xiaonuan, Nangong Jinlie was kind to her.