After marrying Bai Yueguang, the vest fell off

The car drove for a while and stopped. Song Liang opened his eyes and found that it was a large supermarket. Ouyang Wan got out of the car and took out a wheelchair from the trunk of the car, and carried Song Liang onto it.

"I need to buy some things, so I won't be able to hug you later." He took out two sunglasses from the car, and took out a hat for Song Liang to put on, and he was relieved after wrapping the person so that he couldn't see his face.

Song Liang became more silent at this time, he was keenly aware that Ouyang Wan probably knew something, and he stretched out his hand to hold Ouyang Wan's clothes tightly.

Ouyang Wan wrapped his hands in his palms, knelt down and smiled at him, signaling him to be at ease.

The supermarket is huge. Ouyang Wan is pushing a wheelchair with one hand and a shopping cart with the other.From the living area to the fruit and vegetable area and then to the snack area, the two of them swept it all over. When checking out, the supermarket staff delivered the large and small bags of items to the trunk of the car, and Ouyang Wan pushed Song Liang into the car.

"You should go back to your country." Song Liang looked at him and said.

"I won't leave again." Ouyang Wan said solemnly.

"What do you know, do you know how dangerous it is?"

"Then what do you know? Do you know how dangerous it is?" Ouyang Wan looked at him, "Song Liang, if one of us is going to be injured, then I hope it is me. You are here, my courage is there, you If I disappear from my eyes again, I will be alive." After pouring out all the words from his stomach, Ouyang Wan felt much more relaxed.

"Ouyang Wan, I don't love you anymore, really..." Song Liang was calm and heartless.

"Well, I know." Ouyang Wan squeezed the steering wheel firmly, suppressing the heartache.

The two were silent again, Song Liang looked sideways out of the window, the trees on the street were all bare, and the slightest drizzle blurred the glass window, blocking his sight.

Ouyang Wan drove the car to the gate of a villa, but Song Liang didn't move at all when he got off the car.

"I'm going back to my own home."

"I'll listen to you when your feet recover." Ouyang Wan took off his coat to cover him, and carried him into the house in the rain.

Turning on the air conditioner to warm up the room, Ouyang Wan put him on the sofa in the living room, poured water and washed it, brought the fruit plate over, and took out a few books from the shopping bag for him. "I'm going to cook, call me if you have anything to do."

Song Liang opened the book, but couldn't read a single word.He took out his phone and sent a message to an unremarked phone number.

Looking at the busy figures in the kitchen, he felt as if time had gone back, but nothing happened in the past, and none of them could go back.

Those heart-wrenching past events are like his endless shackles, and it is difficult to face him without fear.

This villa is located in the urban area. The location is very valuable, and the decoration is simple and elegant. After a closer look, he thinks it fits his style. I really don't know how Ouyang Wan found such a house in such a short time.

Ouyang Wan quickly prepared four dishes and one soup: scrambled eggs with loofah, stir-fried prawns, fried meat with fungus, steamed sea bass and ribs and radish soup.

He set the bowls and chopsticks on the table, Song Liang was supporting the table and jumped over step by step, he was about to walk over to hug him, but Song Liang waved to him, "I can do it myself."

Ouyang Wan didn't say anything, poured him a glass of warm water, sat next to him and peeled the shrimp for him.

"Monster, do you still need to take care of it?" He asked softly.

"Being smashed like that by you, can I still drive?" Song Liang poked a shrimp and put it in his mouth.

"I'll compensate you. That store is pretty good. It's a pity that it's gone. Let's keep it open."

"You deal with it." Song Liang nodded.

"You have nothing to say?" Ouyang Wan wiped her hands and looked at him seriously.

Song Liang lowered his head to avoid making eye contact with him.

"I'll be here from now on." Ouyang Wan didn't press him again.

After eating, the two sat quietly, Ouyang Wan brought the ointment from the room, carefully applied the ointment to the broken skin on Song Liang's body, and then grabbed his ankle and massaged it.

"How long have you been here?"

"Not too long."

"In the past two years, my father's health has been deteriorating, and he is getting older. There is also Xiaoxue, who is sensible and makes people feel distressed. Let's go back to China after this incident is over."

"Let's talk about it." Song Liang retracted his legs and jumped to the bedroom.

In the evening, Ouyang Wan bathed him, hugged him and put him on the bed, while he went to make a bunk under the bed.

The two of them didn't fall asleep that night. In the past, the relationship between the two was flat. Although they were married, they were both independent.Now I always feel that something is separated, I don’t know what to say, and the scene is always cold.

Ouyang Wan has secretly learned a lot about Song Liang's situation in the past two years.On that night two years ago, Zhang Yang actually saved the person, but in order to recover better later, he sent Song Liang out of the country. Of course, the help of the police was indispensable for this.

Afterwards, Song Liang recuperated in the United States for half a year, and when he got better, he began to help the police again. For a while, he would open a bar in one place. Where there is a mix of mermaids, it is always easier for some transactions to happen.In recent years, the police have cracked major cases, and Song Liang seems to have contributed a lot to them.

The car accident this time was not a simple traffic accident. The car did not have a license plate. The murderer wore a hat and chose to act at night. After hitting someone, he drove all the way to a place without cameras. When an abandoned warehouse dozens of kilometers away was found, it had been burned to nothing but its tail.

Ouyang Wan didn't dare to think how many times Song Liang had faced such dangers in the past two years, how could he not know how difficult it was.

Song Liang turned his back to Ouyang Wan, he was both shocked and frightened by his appearance.

On the night of the first snow two years ago, the man named Song Liang died, and he survived only as a shell. He still sent various information to the police as before to help them solve the case.Apart from doing this, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't help recalling the past, and when he looked back, he saw the path flooded with blood and tears.

But at the moment Ouyang Wan is sleeping in the same room with him, his heart is still beating fast, he is afraid, afraid that this man will lose his life because of him.

The phone screen flickered and a text message came in.He tiptoed out of bed, took his clothes and gently closed the door, put on his clothes, put on his shoes, and opened the door to leave.

"Your legs are fine?!" Ouyang Wan stood at the door of the room and looked at him at some point.

Song Liang froze at the door in a dilemma, Ouyang Wan turned on the light in the living room, and the darkness was completely driven out. "Where are you going?" He slowly approached him.

"I'll go out for a while." Song Liang turned around.

"Why did you lie to me? Do you know how worried I am?" Ouyang Wan looked at him with deep love in his eyes.

"Ouyang Wan, don't come to my world." The road ahead is difficult, and he doesn't want to have any worries.After Song Liang finished speaking, he turned around and was about to go out.Ouyang Wan pulled the man into his arms, closed the door smoothly, and leaned against the door against the man.

The fiery breath was entangled, and the two foreheads touched each other. Ouyang Wan looked at him with red eyes, "Song Liang, I'm going crazy because of you, I'm in so much pain here." He held Song Liang's hand and pressed it tightly against his Heart, bowed his head and kissed his lips.

The body was awakened by the familiar smell, and Song Liang also tried to respond to him slowly.Both seemed to be on fire, desperate for more.