Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi handed the cooled bone soup to Chu Muhan.

He took it and drank it one mouthful at a time.

She smiled, her eyes fell on the gun scar on his left hand, and then moved to his gauze-wrapped knee, her smile froze, she lowered her head with lingering fear, staring at the toe of her little white shoes.

Once into the sea, once from a building, it was thrilling.

If it wasn't for his fate, he would have died thousands of times.

She couldn't help clenching the hand hanging by her side, feeling mixed feelings in her heart, and her vision gradually blurred...

Chu Muhan tilted his head and keenly noticed her abnormality, "What's wrong?"

Song Qianxi shook her head and did not speak.

Chu Muhan put down the bowl and held Song Qianxi's face in his hands.

She lowered her head stubbornly and pressed his hand, still unwilling to raise her head.

Chu Muhan didn't force himself, his rough fingertips lightly brushed her eyes, and felt a piece of moisture.

Song Qianxi sniffed, raised her hand to wipe her tears, and buried her head lower.

Chu Muhan stretched out his hand, took her into his arms, put his chin on her head, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault, it's my problem, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in trouble Danger."

Even so, Song Qianxi blamed himself, choked and said: "I understand now why Tianlin hated me back then, I am too weak and will only hold you back. I can't imagine what will happen next time ..."

"There are no weak women, only men who are not strong enough. Qianxi, aren't you burying me?" Chu Muhan sighed sadly, Song Qianxi shook his head, and explained, "I'm not this..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked by Chu Muhan.

She opened her eyes wide in astonishment, looking at the handsome face close at hand, slowly closed her eyes, her hands unconsciously climbed onto his neck, responded jerkyly, and kissed each other tenderly and tiredly.

……

late at night.

There was the sound of typing on the keyboard in the quiet ward.

Song Qianxi hugged the computer, thinking like a spring, and wrote tens of thousands of words in one breath.

As the night deepened, she began to feel drowsy, and her thoughts gradually became chaotic.

Song Qianxi yawned, closed the computer, leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

The keyboard sound stopped abruptly, and Chu Muhan on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and looked over, the hazy yellow light cast a layer of softness on her beautiful little face, still unable to conceal the tiredness between her eyebrows and eyes.

He got up, stepped forward, and carefully picked up Song Qianxi.

The moment she held up Xuankong, she woke up suddenly, and a familiar gentle voice came from her ear, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

In an instant, she calmed down and said in a daze, "Put me down."

"I'll carry you to bed and sleep."

"No, I'll just sleep on the sofa."

She moved twice, and Chu Muhan's arms bound her like iron chains, "If you move a few more times, my knee injury will get worse." Holding Song Qianxi added a burden to her knees.

Song Qianxi didn't dare to move when she heard the words.

Chu Muhan pursed his lips in satisfaction, and walked towards the hospital bed, "This is a double bed, more than enough for two people to sleep."

I can't help feeling Jiang Yu's precautions.

Song Qianxi snuggled into Chu Muhan's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, in this quiet atmosphere, under the dim light, it was extremely ambiguous, and she felt a little drunk even without drinking.

Although Chu Muhan often accompanied her to sleep, it was the first time for them to share the same bed when they were awake.

She was extremely nervous, and what might happen when men and women slept together appeared in her mind...

She took a deep breath for psychological construction, and told herself that adults were not afraid.