The president's beloved dumb wife

Yu Sheng, wearing his shoes, looked up and was surprised to see that Xiao dingxun was standing by the door. For a long time, she came back to her senses, but she thought of talking in that tone just now, and her ears were hot: "you, why are you here now..."

Yu Sheng smelled the faint smell of wine and wrinkled his nose: "did you drink?"

He did drink tonight. He was still in the bar with Zhao Jinxi.

The resident singer in that bar is still the best in Kyoto, but in the past five years, he and Zhao Jinxi have been there several times on and off, but they never heard the song that night again.

Xiao dingxun felt a little stuffy. He raised his hand and loosened his tie. Yu Sheng subconsciously stepped back. His big eyes were dark and bright. When he looked at him, his eyes were a little alert. Xiao dingxun couldn't help laughing: "ah Sheng, I just miss you."

After drinking a lot of wine, his voice was a little low and hoarse. Yu Sheng saw that he shook a little and took off his suit, coat and tie and hung it on one hanger. He couldn't help thinking that this man was still the same as before and never knew how to cherish his body.

"How much did you drink?" Yu Sheng asked with a slight frown.

"Not much. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried. You think too much."

Yu Sheng glanced at him and turned to go to the bathroom.

Xiao dingxun whispered, "ah Sheng, my stomach is a little uncomfortable..."

"Didn't you drink much?" Yu Sheng didn't look back, but his pace slowed down.

Xiao dingxun leaned against the back of the door, but his eyes were deep, but there was a bit of soft color, and the corners of his lips vaguely recalled a slight radian: "but you know, I've always had a bad stomach. Although I only drank a little, I feel uncomfortable now..."

Yu Sheng turned around and looked at him slightly: "did Mr. Xiao forget that this is the hospital?"

By implication, you can go to a doctor or ask a nurse to take medicine or sober tea for you.

"Ah Sheng..."

Xiao dingxun whispered her name, but he didn't speak any more. He just slightly tightened his lips, looked at her deeply, and dyed a layer of drunken fundus, as if with a little wronged vulnerability. It's really that people can't continue to treat him coldly.

Yu Sheng felt that the bottom of her heart was bubbling with sour bubbles. She wanted to blow him out directly and never see him again, but looking at him like this, she couldn't help being soft hearted.

Just for a few days, Yu Sheng raised his eyes and glanced at him: "do you want sobering soup?"

Xiao dingxun's grievance at the bottom of his eyes suddenly disappeared. He nodded hard: "I want to put some honey."

"The materials may not be complete. You can make do with it."

Yu Sheng turned and entered the small kitchen attached to the ward. Xiao dingxun also followed him slowly, standing by the door and watching her busy.

"The medicine is the same, but it can be replaced by another..."

"There is honey, but it's not the best locust honey. Forget it, make do with it..."

While she was busy, she whispered softly. Xiao dingxun listened to her talking to herself, but his eyes gradually filled with love: "ah Sheng, when will you speak?"

Yu Sheng was stunned by his sudden question, but she didn't avoid it. She replied, "when I read it, it should be too painful. Suddenly she shouted out..."

Xiao dingxun only felt that her throat suddenly stopped. Her understatement was like a dull knife cutting meat in his ear.

If in those years, she and Yinian were swallowed up by the fire

Xiao dingxun didn't dare to think any more. He stepped forward and suddenly hugged Yu Sheng tightly: "ah Sheng..."

When she gave birth, there were no doctors or nurses. No one could help her except the crazy Suqin who was tortured at the beginning. How many hardships and crimes did she suffer?

Xiao dingxun gently pressed his jaw against her shoulder socket and whispered, "ah Sheng..."

Yu Sheng could hear the heavy heartache and pity in his voice. Even the slight trembling of his throat could be heard. She knew that he knew everything at this time, and it was the time when he felt the most pity for her.

But how long can a man's love and pity last?

Didn't he do the same to Yu Xiaoxiao?

If she is not too greedy, she can accept his pity and enter the Xiao family to be the young grandmother of the Xiao family.

After all, master Xiao treated her very well, because her blood was Xiao dingxun's life-saving medicine.

Xiao and an are also close to her, and even pass through the relatives of the Xiao family. This time, she sacrificed her life to save Xiao and an. The Xiao family respects and appreciates her more. Therefore, if she enters the Xiao family, compared with Yu Xiaoxiao's situation, she will naturally be in heaven and earth. I think she can be her Xiao's mistress all her life.

It's just a pity that none of this is more important to her than a heart.

She knew that from the beginning, Xiao dingxun sympathized and pitied the little mute ah Sheng, and later, it was the same for her, but on top of this, he added guilt and pity.

"Don't feel guilty or sympathize with me."

Yu Sheng earned a little and broke away from his arms. She picked up the mat and took the soup pot to one side: "Mr. Xiao, the sobering soup is ready. Wait a minute and let it cool down..."

When Yu Sheng spoke, he didn't look up at him. Xiao dingxun only saw her thick curled long eyelashes and cast a large shadow on her white face. Her skin color was white. Because of too much blood loss this time, it was white and bright. Although she had been raised a little these days, it was still not as healthy as before.

Xiao dingxun slowly raised his hand and hung the hair in her ear behind her ear: "ah Sheng, you didn't treat me like this before..."

"Because I'm not a Sheng from Huayue mountain."

Yu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at him. "The soup is getting cold. Drink while it's hot."

She didn't stop any longer and turned out of the kitchen.

Just the moment she turned around, her eyes suddenly turned red. She didn't dare to stay any longer. Even for a second, she was afraid that she would lose control of herself, so she indulged in his tenderness.

Xiao dingxun stood there. The faint fragrance of Medicine on her body seemed to remain at her fingertips and nose, but her arms were empty.

She is no longer the little mute ah Sheng who was bullied by others in the Huayue mountain room, and he is not the Xiao dingxun who picked on her everywhere.

But he missed those days very much.

Especially in the months when he was blind.