The president's beloved dumb wife

"As far as I know, Zhao Qiang doesn't live in huayueshan house."

Yu Xiaoxiao chuckled, "ah Sheng lives here. When will Zhao Qiang stay with his fiancee? We can't control it, can we?"

"Ding Xun, don't tell me that you are angry this time because ah Sheng is pregnant with Zhao Qiang's child."

Xiao dingxun closed his eyes and lay in bed without talking.

"Ding Xun, if you really like ah Sheng..."

"Go and have a rest. I want to sleep."

Yu Xiaoxiao glanced at his mouth and slowly stood up with his stomach: "then you have a rest. I'll go out."

Yu Xiaoxiao went to her room. Standing by the window, she could see the storeroom where Yu Sheng lived in the backyard.

Soon, it will all be over in a few months.

She no longer needs to see ah Sheng's face. There will be no more two bitches Su Qin and Yu Sheng in the world.

……

"I'm awake..."

"Yes, I've been in a coma for several months. Lao Zhao said he lost his soul. Even if he woke up, he might become a fool."

"What can I do..."

"Lao Zhao's head is coming. Let's give way, let's give way..."

The people around the bed dispersed, and an old man with a medicine box on his back and white hair slowly came over.

He was accompanied by a young girl with a beautiful face, but there was a faint sadness in her eyebrows.

"Uncle Zhao, please see how he is?"

Si Xing looked at the man on the bed. The man frowned slightly and his face was full of pain.

Lao Zhao poked his eyelids and stabbed several acupuncture points on his head. Then he slowly said, "life is very big, but..."

"Just what?" Si Xing was a little worried.

Three months ago, she accidentally found him in the shoal by the river, who was covered with scars and passed out.

When he was just rescued, his whole head and face were swollen and frightening. It was beyond recognition. It was terrible. People were only left with one breath.

Lao Zhao said that he probably couldn't live, and asked her to throw him back into the river so as not to die at home.

But Si Xing didn't believe it and didn't have the heart to bite his teeth and left him at home. In the past three months, relying on Lao Zhao's herbal medicine and the folk prescription for treating trauma handed down from generation to generation in their stockade, Si Xing saved his life. More importantly, after the swelling of his head and face was reduced, Si Xing found that this man was very good-looking.

Old Zhao touched his beard and said, "the wound on his head is the most fatal. Although he woke up now, he is afraid to have sequelae, ranging from amnesia to stupidity..."

"Anyway, I wish I could survive."

"Take these medicine for another month and I'll adjust the prescription."

Lao Zhao left the medicine and left with a dry cigarette.

Si Xing brought in the fried medicine and blew it gently. As soon as he looked up, he looked at the man.

"Are you awake?" Si Xing looked at him, put down the medicine bowl and went to the bedside: "I'll help you up and drink the medicine."

"Who are you...?"

"My name is Si Xing, and you."

"I can't remember..."

Si Xing smiled at him with curved eyebrows and eyes: "I can't remember. I'll think about it slowly. Now drink the medicine first."

Si Xing padded two pillows behind him, took a spoonful of medicine and fed him to drink.

He was in a coma for several months. He was very weak. After drinking the medicine, he soon fell asleep tired.

When I woke up again, it was two days later.

Si Xing is drying herbs in the yard, but the man holds the wall and moves out step by step.

The sun glared outside, and it took him a while to get used to the bright light.

Then he saw the girl who fed him medicine that day.

She was wearing an indigo hand dyed earthen dress. Her long hair was braided and hung on her chest. Her sleeves were half rolled, revealing a snow-white arm. Her waist wrapped under the earthen dress was still thin.

She heard footsteps behind her and looked back at him, "wake up?"

"I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

Si Xing smiled, straightened up, wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked at him with curved eyebrows and eyes, and said in a crisp voice: "yes, I know what to eat. It doesn't seem stupid."

He also smiled and leaned against the door frame. He was wearing a homespun shirt and trousers of the same material as her clothes. The crisscross scars on his face were much lighter, but he couldn't hide the fact that he was a very good-looking man.

Si Xing came to him and naturally took his hand: "go, let's have dinner."

He was subconsciously stunned. He subconsciously wanted to earn his hand, but Si Xing's fingers were soft and cool, and he felt so comfortable in the palm. Finally, he couldn't pull his hand back.

……

Shi Yuanshan woke up from his nightmare again.

He dreamed of Suqin, the girl he admired in the past. In the dream, she was covered with scars and cried to him for help.

And he watched her in front of him, but there was nothing he could do. In the end, she was swallowed up by the fire.

Shi Yuanshan sat on the bed and gasped violently. His clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

He lives in a small apartment now.

This is the small apartment Suqin's father bought for her near her school when they were still studying.

Later, she had someone she liked. He learned that she was looking for someone to sell the apartment, so he bought it in the name of others.

After returning to Kyoto this time, he asked people to clean up the apartment again and moved in these two days.

But this was the second time he had such a nightmare.

Perhaps it is because Su Qin's breath is preserved everywhere in this apartment, so he has thoughts every day and dreams at night.

Shi Yuanshan comforted himself like this, but a heart still couldn't calm down.

He lit a cigarette, got out of bed and turned on the record player, which was left by Su Qin. When he bought the apartment, the record player was in her bedroom, and the record inside was the song "Phoenix courtship".

The babbling female voice repeated the old song. Shi Yuanshan put out the smoke, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Dongzi, now go and help me check a person's news. Her name is... Suqin."

……

Yu Sheng's stomach is already big. Although she is thin and petite, it is also larger than that of an ordinary pregnant woman who is about to give birth.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I am afraid that my round belly will tear and crack.

After winter, it was already a warm April day. Yu Xiaoxiao's "due date" was these days.

In the small garden in front of the main building, Xiao dingxun and Yu Xiaoxiao lie side by side on the bench. The servants are not allowed to go near the main building at the command of Lin ma.

Yu Sheng, who had a big belly, was brought over by Lin ma.