Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Those three happy smiling faces seemed to be sarcastic and stabbed into Lei Aotian's heart.

He frowned and looked at the picture. For a long time, he reached out to pick up the picture and tore it from the middle!

The sound of the photo tearing became so wonderful at this moment that he didn't throw the fragments into the dustbin until he couldn't see a face in that photo.

In the rest of the stack, he found that there were no single photos of Anjing.

In that case, he will cut off irrelevant people.

In this way, he can have a complete Anjing trip again.

An Jingxing will always belong to him.

That night, Tang qianrong and an Jingxing didn't know that the sweetest and happiest photos they took that day became a pile of fragments in the hands of another man. Only an Jingxing's smiling face was completely preserved and put into the most secret depths of his briefcase.

The part of Tang qianrong and Tang Lezhen was finally cut by men with scissors so that they couldn't even find their eyes. They were thrown into the trash can and finally burned down by Lei Aotian with a lighter.

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Tang Lezhen woke up for a while after returning home. After anjingxing fed him milk powder, he fell asleep fragrant and sweet.

When an Jingxing withdrew from the baby room, Tang qianrong was waiting for her by the door. When they came back for dinner, they ordered takeout. They simply made do with it and went back to the room.

When he left the hospital today, the doctor specially told Tang qianrong to change the dressing and clean his hands on time.

After returning home, this important work fell on an Jingxing, who had a serious sense of guilt.

When removing the gauze, Tang qianrong pursed his lips, his face was slightly pale, but she didn't hum. Anjing opened the gauze layer by layer. She imagined the wound under the gauze, although she knew that the wound would only increase her sense of guilt.

But she still wants to face it.

When there were only the last few layers of gauze left, Tang qianrong couldn't bear to let an Jingxing bear such a heavy sense of guilt. He stretched out his hand to hold her little hand and gently said, "I'll do it myself."

Unexpectedly, an Jingxing shook his head stubbornly, took his hand away from his own hand, stubbornly frowned and said firmly: "I won't escape, this is what I should do."

Even though he was ready, when the last layer of gauze was opened, an Jingxing was startled by the wound in front of him.

The ferocious wound was stitched like a thousand legged centipede entrenched in his wrist, and the redness, swelling and blood stains on the wound were even more shocking.

At the time of biting, an Jingxing never thought that everything would become like this. At the moment, looking at the wound on Tang qianrong's hand, her heart hurt.

"Sorry, I didn't know it would be so serious." Tears swirled in her eyes. For the first time, she felt that other people's wounds would make her so uncomfortable.

Tang qianrong naturally couldn't bear to see her sad, so at the beginning, he didn't want her to change his dressing. Such a wound was nothing to him. He had suffered much more pain than this in recent years, but he felt uncomfortable when he saw Anjing's behavior.

He suddenly had an idea that he would never hurt himself again in the future.

"It's not your fault. In fact, the wound doesn't hurt."

Tang qianrong said, an Jingxing's tears in his eyes just fell down