The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Wen Shan arrived at the room, closed the door and leaned directly on the door, then slowly lifted up her sleeves. From five centimeters of her wrist, you could see a dark black and wrinkled skin.

Wen Shan suddenly put her sleeves down, then leaned against the door and gasped heavily.

This is just the edge. When she is most scared now, she sees her arm and the arm covered with disgusting burn wounds.

In addition to the flesh and skin, there are dark and dark colors that she cannot accept.

Wen Shan held the shoulder of the right hand tightly with her left hand and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. Needless to say, she knew that the scars caused by this kind of skyfire could never be removed.

Wen Shan stood at the door for a while before slowly returning to the bed, and then lying down on the bed, covering his face with the quilt.

As if this is the case, you can hide yourself without letting anyone discover that she is generally deceiving herself.

Wen Shan had been on the plane for a long time and refused to face all this with the subconscious mind, so he quickly let himself sleep.

When Wen Shan woke up again, the moonlight outside was already covered with the sea, and the room was filled with moonlight, making people almost confused whether it was in the world or in the air.

Wen Shan sat up and stretched a lazy waist, where the air was good, it would make people feel good.

I wish I could live here all my life.

Wen Shan thought of an extravagant hope, subconsciously avoided his arm, and then got out of bed in shoes, planning to go out to find something to eat.

Because Bai Ying was asleep, Wen Shan lightened her footsteps when she went out and went downstairs carefully.

Only after Wen Shan went downstairs, the door of the next room was opened slightly, and after a while, it was closed again.

Wen Shan went downstairs and saw the plate buckled on the dining table. She snorted and looked back upstairs. She remembered that Mrs. Bai would not cook. At least the last time she came to Nalan Chunbo to cook.

Wen Shan touched her belly and opened the plate on the table in the past. "Did the villagers give it?" Wen Shan said to herself, should it be left to her?

Four dishes and one soup, all light taste, the soup is millet porridge, just cooked well, the food is still warm, as if it has just been cooked for a while.

Wen Shan glanced up at the time, it was already three o'clock, I don't know who was cooking at midnight, but she didn't eat for a day, and she was hungry at the same time.

Wen Shan reached out and took a pair of chopsticks and took a deep breath. Her arms still hurt when she was holding the chopsticks, so the chopsticks were shaking when she was holding them.

Fortunately, today's dishes are quite large, reducing the possibility of falling.

Wen Shan put a piece of potato in his mouth, but suddenly stopped while eating.

Did she miss Nalan Chunbo too much?

Actually eat the taste of cooking for himself.

Wen Shan shook her head because she thought too much. Nalan Chunbo has always respected her recently. She really gave her time. How come she came here?

Wen Shan thought, then he was relieved.

When the person upstairs was eating at Wenshan, he went into the next room and closed the window to help her. It is better not to see the wind in her arms. Living with Wenshan for so long, he knows clearly that Wenshan often forgets to close Window or draw curtains.

Everything was handled properly, Nalan Chunbo's eyes fell on the medicine on the table, and his eyes deepened a little.

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