72 hours of marriage

A certain man hummed, sat in the bathtub, took her leg, pressed it gently, and whispered softly at the same time: "It's better to call her Beibei, and the baby, it happens to be the baby, the baby of our Leng family!"

Shu Xiaomo listened and nodded, "Yes, yes! Beibei, it sounds so good! Leng Beibei, Leng Baobao! This sounds like twins!" Her head rested on the head of the bathtub, feeling extremely comfortable.

Leng Jingheng's technique is still so good, it is very comfortable to press!

Shu Xiaomo didn't know when he fell asleep in the bathtub, he could only feel that it was Leng Jingheng who hugged him to the bed, his warm body leaning against her side.

Use all the warmth to warm her body, I don't know why it's winter, but it's still very cold...

Leng Jingheng's broad chest was caressed by her hand, and she suddenly felt a little bit of hand shaking. She slowly opened her eyes, and under the faint yellow light, she could see the scars.

There were gunshot wounds and knife wounds, and a sore feeling came to my heart for a while.

He is not living well, wandering on the verge of life and death every day...

"Heng, are these the knife scars and gun scars you left on Langbu Island?" Shu Xiaomo knew that he was not asleep because his hands were still pressing on his legs.

Originally, if I lay on the bed for a long time and could not turn over, my legs would become numb and the swelling would become more and more serious. During those days, I was pressing there by myself.

Ye Jilin wanted to press her, but she refused, because she would think of Leng Jingheng, his kindness, his gentleness, his sensuality, and domineering.

Moreover, she didn't want to use Rin as a stand-in, he was an independent body, not a stand-in, otherwise it would be unfair to him.

I have comforted myself countless times not to think about that man, but my heart is still thinking about him stubbornly...

"What about you?" Leng Jingheng looked at Shu Xiaomo who was distracted, and asked softly.

She shook her head, propped herself up with difficulty, and took his hand, "Don't press it for me, look, your hands are completely different from the ones you used to be, and there are scars all over your chest, Heng...why did you To be so stupid?"

A woman is an emotional animal, touching some sad past, their tears flow like a stream, but it is the expression of caring for you and loving you.

Tears are a kind of emotional venting. After crying, it will always be much better.

Because a woman's heart is very small, the bitterness and bitterness it can bear, the pain is not much...

When they cry, the man will contribute your big and warm embrace!And gently wipe away her tears with your big palm, or kiss away her tears.

Said softly, "Baby, with you, it doesn't matter how hard it is!"

Leng Jingheng stretched out his hand, wiped away her tears, looked at the scars on his body, and said with a smile: "Men need to have some wounds like this, so that they can capture a woman's heart!"

Shu Xiaomo really didn't expect that he was still in the mood to joke at this moment, and felt that the reborn Leng Jingheng was completely different.

Learned to be talkative, it seems to be completely different from the big iceberg before!

Hitting his chest with a small fist, he asked, "Why did that princess help you on purpose? Heng? Can you tell me the truth?"

"Because of my scars, because I am willing to die for you! So she was moved, and everyone said that women are emotional animals, which is true!" Leng Jingheng said in a teasing tone.

Shu Xiaomo chuckled, "Really? Why do I feel that I am not an emotional animal, at least I have hurt Rin countless times, and this time I abandoned him in the wedding church. Heng, what should I do? "