Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

It happened to drop on Tang qianrong's wound. The salt in his tears would have stimulated the wound. Tang qianrong's face turned white with pain for a moment.

An Jingxing hurriedly removed his head, but looking at the man's expression of gritting his teeth, he couldn't help laughing through tears and hurriedly cleaned his wound with a cotton swab.

"Didn't you say it didn't hurt? No pain, what are your hands shaking? " An Jingxing's hand is very light, but he can still feel the light tremor of the man's palm.

"..." Tang qianrong couldn't speak, because the pain from his palm was enough for him at the moment. After all, the wound involved muscles, bones and blood vessels. It was really hard to disinfect.

Without hearing Tang qianrong's answer, an Jingxing calmed down and carefully cleaned Tang qianrong's wound. She wrapped his wound with gauze according to the techniques she learned from the nurse during the day.

Just when Tang qianrong thought she had done everything, an Jingxing didn't loosen his hand and clenched his hand tightly in the hearts of two plain white palms.

For a long time, she lowered her little head and said something gently.

"Tang qianrong, if something really happens to your hand, I'll be your hand in the future. If you can't take the pen, I'll take it for you." An Jingxing's voice was not big, but he showed a stubborn persistence.

Tang qianrong knew that she was not joking, which could be regarded as a lifelong agreement for Anjing.

But he still couldn't bear to let his beloved woman bear such a heavy sense of guilt. It was because he knew the little woman's stubbornness and persistence that he told Li Chengxian not to tell her about his injury at the beginning.

It's just that I can't hide it in the end.

"Are you sure... To be my right hand?" He took the dignified little woman around him into his arms and asked her to sit on her lap with her small head against his chest. He said a word while patting her back with his left hand.

An Jingxing nodded hard on his chest and didn't speak, but he could clearly feel how hard she was at this moment.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly. Tang qianrong deliberately sank his voice and said, "but I'm afraid you'll be very hard."

"I'm not afraid of hard work. This is what I should do." Anjing said without thinking.

Tang qianrong smiled deeper, put his hand around her body with his left hand, held her little hand, suddenly lowered his head, leaned against her ear and gently blew a breath: "then my right hand can't move now. Do you want to do what my right hand should do for me?"

Somehow, hearing Tang qianrong say so, an Jingxing suddenly felt that the atmosphere around her seemed to be a little different, but she still didn't realize that she was falling into Tang qianrong's language trap bit by bit.

"Of course!"

"My right hand lady, can you help me solve an important personal problem first?" Tang qianrong was still close to her ear, and his shallow whisper was very much like love words, but his blurted words were very formal.

An Jingxing frowned. This time, she really felt that this man... Something was wrong!

Whenever she heard him speak in this tone, it seemed that... The result was

Sure enough, before an Jingxing answered him, she felt the man's left hand holding her little hand moving down from him