The president's beloved dumb wife

"But Mr. Xiao, your side..."

"The yard is high. It's ok now. You don't have to worry. Go and work quickly."

Song Qiao had no choice but to respond.

The sound of cars outside the door gradually faded away, and the whole village seemed to be covered in water vapor and fog, and this small courtyard was like an island in the wind and rain.

Like, no one will come again, no one will disturb.

Xiao dingxun walked to the door again and knocked gently: "Su Sheng, let's have a good talk."

He thought the door would not open, but he didn't expect that the door suddenly opened at the moment when his voice settled.

She hung her eyes and stood in front of him, as if she had just cried. Her eyelids were covered with a light Fei color, and even the tip of her nose was slightly red.

"Mr. Xiao, you'd better go quickly. Maybe when it will be flooded, the whole Xiluo village will be flooded..."

"You go with me."

"I don't want to go now."

"OK."

Xiao dingxun suddenly smiled and stepped into the room: "is there hot water?"

Yu Sheng opened his eyes in surprise.

Xiao dingxun pointed to his wet clothes: "just now I don't think it's a little cold."

Yu Sheng bit his lips. He didn't want to talk to him, but he was really wet. His shirt was stuck on his body, and even the muscle contour could be seen clearly. Yu Sheng looked away, went to the table and poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him.

Xiao dingxun held a tea lamp and the heat was curling in front of his handsome face. Yu Sheng sat down in the other chair and twisted his face to look at the rain outside.

The water was not so hot. Xiao dingxun drank it all at once and stood up: "is there a place to take a bath?"

Yu Sheng bit his lips and stared at him with beautiful big eyes: "there is a place to take a bath and no clothes for you to change."

Xiao dingxun looked at her, smiling at the bottom of his eyes and the corners of his lips: "can you please ask Miss Su to wash my clothes?"

"There is no washing machine here, and there is no way to dry it. You can't wear it after washing it."

"Anyway, I won't go for the time being. It doesn't matter if I wrap a towel."

Yu Sheng choked on his words and joked that he was such an adult. Can he be wrapped in a towel? She doesn't want needle eyes.

Xiao dingxun leaned back in his chair and coughed a few times. His lips were a little pale. The rain was noisy outside. He sat quietly and looked at her. Her heart softened bit by bit.

It seems that he went back to those days when he was still in Huayue mountain house. Later, he became blind because of his old illness.

He was silent, but he became lonely and silent.

Sometimes on rainy days, he often sits alone under the eaves of the corridor and quietly listens to the rain outside.

After all her work, she would stay in the kitchen and look at him from a distance.

As if he was just looking at him like that, the bottom of my heart was satisfied.

Later, he and Yu Xiaoxiao moved to that small other hospital, and Yu Xiaoxiao, who was pregnant, often went back to Yu's house on the pretext of physical discomfort.

There are few servants in that small courtyard. When Yu Xiaoxiao goes back, several servants of Mrs. Li's family often go back with her, so there are fewer and quieter people.

Later, in retrospect, Xiao dingxun was blind and stayed in another hospital for a few months. It was a rare quiet and beautiful time.

In fact, neither he nor she is a joker, so he spends more time sitting quietly while she is busy at home.

Sometimes he would ask her to feed him soup and bring him vegetables. Sometimes she would take him to the garden to take care of the orchids left by his mother.

He didn't usually talk to her, but she held his cool fingers and didn't let go all the way, and he obediently walked forward with her. They walked a long and short way for countless times, but she never felt bored.

What made her more happy was that after he became blind, although he was a little lonely and irritable, they were very harmonious and quiet in those days.

In the past, he used to be sarcastic or hurtful when he faced her, but he seldom did so at that time.

Later, in Switzerland, she often remembered the time when she was accidentally hurt by a vase in the garden. At that time, he was worried. At that moment, she felt that he didn't dislike her like that.

Later, he thought she "had" Zhao Qiang's child, so he would never allow her to appear in front of him again.

Until later, she and Suqin went to Switzerland. The only contact between them was that time in the garden. She came to replace Yu Xiaoxiao and asked Xiao dingxun to caress her Gaolong's belly.

In this way, it was in her belly that she was a little loved by her own father.

"The bathroom is in the East. When the water in the water heater is hot, you can take a hot bath and put your wet clothes at the door."

"I feel a little uncomfortable at the moment. Maybe I've caught a cold." Xiao dingxun said, covering his mouth and coughing a few times. With the aggravation of the cough, her lip color looked more and more pale.

"Go and change your wet clothes first. I'll cook a bowl of ginger soup."

Yu Sheng said, pursing his lips: "go to that room and stay in bed for a while."

She pointed to the boudoir she had lived in when she was young and whispered.

"Not very convenient?" Xiao dingxun frowned slightly. "After all, there is a master in this house."

Yu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at him. The eyelids of her who had cried were still covered with a light crimson. The light pink shirt on her body looked a little old, but she was still very good-looking. Moreover, it made her look more like a girl still studying,

"Su Sheng..."

"Yes, you guessed right. My mother is Su Qin, Yu Wenchang's original wife, and I, although I don't want to admit it, I am indeed Yu Wenchang's daughter."

Yu Sheng smiled with self mockery: "this house was the house where my mother and I lived when we were driven back to the countryside. This room is the one I lived in those years."

When Yu Sheng said this, he seemed to suck his nose slightly: "if Mr. Xiao dislikes it..."

Before her voice fell, Xiao dingxun had turned and entered the small room.

The room is very small, only about ten square meters. The small bed is only about one meter and five wide. It is covered with light pink lattice sheets. The room is clean. There is a faint fragrance of medicine in the air. He is very familiar. He likes it very much.

There was also a faint fragrance on the pillow towel on the bed sheet. Although the aroma was different from that of ah Sheng, it was always somewhat similar. At the moment he came into the room, he felt that no gold house or silver house in the world could compare with this small humble room, which made him feel at ease.