His Sunny Wife

He didn't wear a fist, and his fist was directly on the bag. After a while, the back of his hand was bloody. The sand belt was also bloodstained.

The housekeeper's face changed: "Little Emperor You, you are injured Stop fighting... "

Nangong Yaoling couldn't hear him. He continued to beat the sandbag hard, and the blood dropped on the floor, shocking. There was a smell of blood in the air.

The housekeeper couldn't help rushing up and hugging the sandbag. The whole man was in a flash and almost followed the sandbag around.

"Ah Ah Don't beat the emperor or the young... "

Nangong Yaoling raised his fist in midair: "get out of here!"

"No Di Shao, you hit me! Your hands are bleeding a lot. You really don't want to torture yourself any more... "

Nangong Yaoling's face is gloomy and terrible. He suddenly blows his fist at the housekeeper. The housekeeper screams, but his fist doesn't fall down.

The man gave him a cold look, turned and strode away.

The maids were so scared that it was the first time for them to see the young master hurt themselves like this. They looked at each other alternately, and their eyes were filled with impatience, worry and even fear.

Because Nangong Yaoling's whole body exudes a kind of terrible atmosphere that people should not get close to. The next second of his cold eyes will freeze the whole air at any time.

Seeing that Nangong Yaoling came forward, someone informed yunniang. Yunniang brought the medicine box and said to everyone: "what are you doing in a daze? Bandage the emperor quickly

So, everyone came back to their senses and hurriedly bandaged Nangong Yaoling's wound. Nangong Yaoling didn't respond. He gasped and sat on the fitness chair.

The whole person seems to be in a trance.

Four or five servants carefully cleaned his wounds. The blood is covered with gauze in an instant, and the people who see it are frightened.

Nangong Yaoling didn't even blink his eyelids.

After wrapping the wound, Nangong Yaoling got up and went out without saying a word.

The housekeeper and the servant tried to follow. A cold voice said, "stay away from me."

Everyone immediately stopped walking and did not dare to step forward.

On the rooftop, Nangong Yaoling, wrapped in a cotton padded jacket, sat on the bench and looked at the night sky above his head.

The sky is grey, there are no stars and no moon.

Just like his mood at the moment.

He put wine and wine glass beside him, poured a glass of wine for himself, and drank it all.

Feeling a little cold in front of him, a snowflake fell on his handsome face.

He was stunned, only to find that it was snowing.

He took Xia xiaonuan to Yinshan to see the snow in his mind. Just because she was unhappy, he couldn't help taking her there.

Seeing her smile, he felt warm in his heart.

But now I know that her smile never belongs to him. Maybe this woman never belongs to him.

For the first time, he felt very sad. Since he was born, he has been loved and praised in the sky. But for the first time, I feel so humble, even the dust on the ground.

The bandage on the back of his hand was bloodstained, and there were bursts of pain, but his face was expressionless, because the pain was less than one in ten thousand compared with the pain in the bottom of his heart.

He recalled what Xia xiaonuan had said to him in the hospital. He felt that his heart was exposed to the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, and the cold stabbed into his heart, deep into the bone marrow.