Chapter 166
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It's a long and deep scar. It's only after a lot of hemostatic powder is sprinkled to stop the blood.
Jing Xuan has faded his shirt dyed with blood, revealing his strong, strong and exquisite upper body.
He sat cross legged on the bamboo chair, Yang Jinghai stood behind him, skillfully handling the wound for him.
Tang Huai stood nearby and his eyes were hot.
In the future, she always thought that Jingxuan was cut down to save her.
He didn't rush to cut this knife for her. I'm afraid her neck has been cut off.
Tang Huai pursed his lips and looked at Jingxuan's scar like he was going to cry. After two lives, Tang Huai looked at Jingxuan, looked at the scar on his chest and thought of him in his last life. He suddenly felt good for him. He raised his other hand and gently touched his firm and delicate face: "brother Jingxuan..."
When her hand touched her face, Jingxuan's pupil shrank, and he felt it softly, which made his heart hit like a deer, and his breath stagnated for a while: "Tang Huai...?"
"Brother Jingxuan, isn't it? Is it always for me not to marry? " To middle age still let oneself live alone?
When Jingxuan heard this, he was stunned for a moment. His deep eyes suddenly became extremely hot. He looked directly into Tang Huai's eyes and said in a low voice, "yes! I just want to marry you this life! "
When Tang Huai heard it, somehow, his tears fell down, his voice soft and soft, with endless complexity: "brother Jingxuan..."
Tears, falling on Jingxuan's arm, burned his heart through his skin.
Looking at Yingying who wants to break, Jingxuan is very distressed.
"Silly girl, don't cry, I want you to laugh, don't you cry."
"You're hurt. My heart hurts. How can I not cry?" It's more that he cried because he didn't marry in his last life.
"The wound is long, but not deep. It stops bleeding. There is no danger of life. You can't die. Why do you cry?" Yang Jinghai saw Tang Huai cry, cool tunnel.
"Do you have to die to cry? My man for my injury, but also shed so much blood, I love him and cry no? Stinky old man! "
Tang Huai was originally in love with Jingxuan. She was afraid of Jingxuan's three strengths and two weaknesses. Yang Jinghai's word "death" touched her bottom line, and she shouted to Yang Jinghai regardless of her image.
My man
These three words, like a spoon of honey, are fed into Jingxuan's mouth and sweet to the heart.
With bitter meat in exchange for her moving, tears, but also win my man 'three words, worth it!
When Tang Huai is angry and roars, he will be as lovely as he is. Jing Xuan looks at her eyes and becomes more doting and affectionate.
"So fierce, only your family man dare to ask you." Yang Jinghai sipped his old lips.
"Did you give him the best medicine? Will the wound be infected? If he doesn't get his wound well, I'll sue your nephew. " Tang Huai looks at Yang jinghaidao, without previous respect.
Yang Jinghai doesn't like his nephew Yang Wei, but after all, he has a fight with his Abba brother. Yang Wei is the only son of his eldest brother, who, like him, is middle-aged.
If Yang Wei is really in prison, his elder brother will be furious.
"The best medicine has been used. This is the hemostatic powder I grind myself. It not only has the hemostatic effect, but also can diminish inflammation. The wound will not be infected or fester." Yang Jinghai enters the room where he sleeps.
"I like you, tough." Jing Xuan raises his hand and gently pinches Tang Huai's face.
"Does the wound hurt?" Tang Huai asked with concern.
"It hurts." These powder sprinkled on the wound, let the wound prick for a while, like salt salted.
"In hemostasis, the wound will hurt. After a while, it will become numb and will not hurt." Yang Jinghai took out a black bottle and handed it to Tang Huai: "give him three."
"Good." Tang Huai took the medicine bottle and looked at Yang Jinghai: "Grandpa Yang, I was angry and nervous just now. You don't mind."
Yang Jinghai smiled and waved, "I like your fierce appearance, like my wife."
Tang Huai:
What's the metaphor.
"Don't compare me to your wife." How can his wife compare with his Tang Huai!
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. My wife is so good. I don't want to compare with you, Tang Huai." Think of his wife, Miss Yang Jinghai face.
When he killed his son, her wife was so sad that an accident took her life when she went out.
His wife is ten years older than him. He loves her very much. She is often cruel to him. He likes to look at her ferociously with a smile.
Tang Huai ladled half a bowl of soup and fed Jing Xuan three black pills.
It's completely dark. There's therapy in the room.
After Jingxuan's wound stopped bleeding, Tang Huai went to bake all the chickens and ducks he had killed.
Now the air of late autumn is not hot. The cooked chicken and duck will not change the flavor even if they are put in the second place.
Jing Xuan was injured and couldn't eat chicken. Tang Huai asked him to eat a duck and boiled sweet potato and sugar water.After eating, Yang Jinghai asked Tang Huai to clean up a room and let her sleep with Jingxuan.
This is Tang Huai. He slept in the same room with Jing Xuan for the first time.
Jingxuan put two boards in front of the bed to make the floor, so that Tang Huai could sleep on the wooden bed.
After dinner, they went back to the house to have a rest. They didn't say a word about Yang Wei.
Yang Jinghai does not want to mention that he is afraid that Jingxuan will hold Yang Wei responsible. Jingxuan doesn't mention it, because he can avoid this bitter meat scheme. He didn't come here accurately. Jingxuan deliberately asked Yang weichop. Jiuweng didn't mean to drink. Of course, he didn't let Yang Wei go to jail for doing so. So, after reaching the goal, he forgot Yang Wei completely, and naturally won't mention it. Tang Huai didn't mention it, because she wanted Yang Jinghai to feel guilty and go to see his mother. She believed that Jing Xuan would deal with it well.
Now, it's late at night, Yang Jinghai has returned to his room to sleep. Jingxuan and Tang Huai are in the room with the lights on. They are lying on the floor and on the bed, facing each other, staring at each other.
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It's a long and deep scar. It's only after a lot of hemostatic powder is sprinkled to stop the blood.
Jing Xuan has faded his shirt dyed with blood, revealing his strong, strong and exquisite upper body.
He sat cross legged on the bamboo chair, Yang Jinghai stood behind him, skillfully handling the wound for him.
Tang Huai stood nearby and his eyes were hot.
In the future, she always thought that Jingxuan was cut down to save her.
He didn't rush to cut this knife for her. I'm afraid her neck has been cut off.
Tang Huai pursed his lips and looked at Jingxuan's scar like he was going to cry. After two lives, Tang Huai looked at Jingxuan, looked at the scar on his chest and thought of him in his last life. He suddenly felt good for him. He raised his other hand and gently touched his firm and delicate face: "brother Jingxuan..."
When her hand touched her face, Jingxuan's pupil shrank, and he felt it softly, which made his heart hit like a deer, and his breath stagnated for a while: "Tang Huai...?"
"Brother Jingxuan, isn't it? Is it always for me not to marry? " To middle age still let oneself live alone?
When Jingxuan heard this, he was stunned for a moment. His deep eyes suddenly became extremely hot. He looked directly into Tang Huai's eyes and said in a low voice, "yes! I just want to marry you this life! "
When Tang Huai heard it, somehow, his tears fell down, his voice soft and soft, with endless complexity: "brother Jingxuan..."
Tears, falling on Jingxuan's arm, burned his heart through his skin.
Looking at Yingying who wants to break, Jingxuan is very distressed.
"Silly girl, don't cry, I want you to laugh, don't you cry."
"You're hurt. My heart hurts. How can I not cry?" It's more that he cried because he didn't marry in his last life.
"The wound is long, but not deep. It stops bleeding. There is no danger of life. You can't die. Why do you cry?" Yang Jinghai saw Tang Huai cry, cool tunnel.
"Do you have to die to cry? My man for my injury, but also shed so much blood, I love him and cry no? Stinky old man! "
Tang Huai was originally in love with Jingxuan. She was afraid of Jingxuan's three strengths and two weaknesses. Yang Jinghai's word "death" touched her bottom line, and she shouted to Yang Jinghai regardless of her image.
My man
These three words, like a spoon of honey, are fed into Jingxuan's mouth and sweet to the heart.
With bitter meat in exchange for her moving, tears, but also win my man 'three words, worth it!
When Tang Huai is angry and roars, he will be as lovely as he is. Jing Xuan looks at her eyes and becomes more doting and affectionate.
"So fierce, only your family man dare to ask you." Yang Jinghai sipped his old lips.
"Did you give him the best medicine? Will the wound be infected? If he doesn't get his wound well, I'll sue your nephew. " Tang Huai looks at Yang jinghaidao, without previous respect.
Yang Jinghai doesn't like his nephew Yang Wei, but after all, he has a fight with his Abba brother. Yang Wei is the only son of his eldest brother, who, like him, is middle-aged.
If Yang Wei is really in prison, his elder brother will be furious.
"The best medicine has been used. This is the hemostatic powder I grind myself. It not only has the hemostatic effect, but also can diminish inflammation. The wound will not be infected or fester." Yang Jinghai enters the room where he sleeps.
"I like you, tough." Jing Xuan raises his hand and gently pinches Tang Huai's face.
"Does the wound hurt?" Tang Huai asked with concern.
"It hurts." These powder sprinkled on the wound, let the wound prick for a while, like salt salted.
"In hemostasis, the wound will hurt. After a while, it will become numb and will not hurt." Yang Jinghai took out a black bottle and handed it to Tang Huai: "give him three."
"Good." Tang Huai took the medicine bottle and looked at Yang Jinghai: "Grandpa Yang, I was angry and nervous just now. You don't mind."
Yang Jinghai smiled and waved, "I like your fierce appearance, like my wife."
Tang Huai:
What's the metaphor.
"Don't compare me to your wife." How can his wife compare with his Tang Huai!
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. My wife is so good. I don't want to compare with you, Tang Huai." Think of his wife, Miss Yang Jinghai face.
When he killed his son, her wife was so sad that an accident took her life when she went out.
His wife is ten years older than him. He loves her very much. She is often cruel to him. He likes to look at her ferociously with a smile.
Tang Huai ladled half a bowl of soup and fed Jing Xuan three black pills.
It's completely dark. There's therapy in the room.
After Jingxuan's wound stopped bleeding, Tang Huai went to bake all the chickens and ducks he had killed.
Now the air of late autumn is not hot. The cooked chicken and duck will not change the flavor even if they are put in the second place.
Jing Xuan was injured and couldn't eat chicken. Tang Huai asked him to eat a duck and boiled sweet potato and sugar water.After eating, Yang Jinghai asked Tang Huai to clean up a room and let her sleep with Jingxuan.
This is Tang Huai. He slept in the same room with Jing Xuan for the first time.
Jingxuan put two boards in front of the bed to make the floor, so that Tang Huai could sleep on the wooden bed.
After dinner, they went back to the house to have a rest. They didn't say a word about Yang Wei.
Yang Jinghai does not want to mention that he is afraid that Jingxuan will hold Yang Wei responsible. Jingxuan doesn't mention it, because he can avoid this bitter meat scheme. He didn't come here accurately. Jingxuan deliberately asked Yang weichop. Jiuweng didn't mean to drink. Of course, he didn't let Yang Wei go to jail for doing so. So, after reaching the goal, he forgot Yang Wei completely, and naturally won't mention it. Tang Huai didn't mention it, because she wanted Yang Jinghai to feel guilty and go to see his mother. She believed that Jing Xuan would deal with it well.
Now, it's late at night, Yang Jinghai has returned to his room to sleep. Jingxuan and Tang Huai are in the room with the lights on. They are lying on the floor and on the bed, facing each other, staring at each other.
It's a long and deep scar. It's only after a lot of hemostatic powder is sprinkled to stop the blood. Jing Xuan has faded his shirt dyed with blood, revealing his strong, strong and exquisite upper body. He sat cross legged on the bamboo chair, Yang Jinghai stood behind him, skillfully handling the wound for him. Tang Huai stood nearby and his eyes were hot. In the future, she always thought that Jingxuan was cut down to save her. He didn't rush to cut this knife for her. I'm afraid her neck has been cut off. Tang Huai pursed his lips and looked at Jingxuan's scar like he was going to cry. After two lives, Tang Huai looked at Jingxuan, looked at the scar on his chest and thought of him in his last life. He suddenly felt good for him. He raised his other hand and gently touched his firm and delicate face: "brother Jingxuan..." When her hand touched her face, Jingxuan's pupil shrank, and he felt it softly, which made his heart hit like a deer, and his breath stagnated for a while: "Tang Huai...?" "Brother Jingxuan, isn't it? Is it always for me not to marry? " To middle age still let oneself live alone? When Jingxuan heard this, he was stunned for a moment. His deep eyes suddenly became extremely hot. He looked directly into Tang Huai's eyes and said in a low voice, "yes! I just want to marry you this life! " When Tang Huai heard it, somehow, his tears fell down, his voice soft and soft, with endless complexity: "brother Jingxuan..." Tears, falling on Jingxuan's arm, burned his heart through his skin. Looking at Yingying who wants to break, Jingxuan is very distressed. "Silly girl, don't cry, I want you to laugh, don't you cry." "You're hurt. My heart hurts. How can I not cry?" It's more that he cried because he didn't marry in his last life. "The wound is long, but not deep. It stops bleeding. There is no danger of life. You can't die. Why do you cry?" Yang Jinghai saw Tang Huai cry, cool tunnel. "Do you have to die to cry? My man for my injury, but also shed so much blood, I love him and cry no? Stinky old man! " Tang Huai was originally in love with Jingxuan. She was afraid of Jingxuan's three strengths and two weaknesses. Yang Jinghai's word "death" touched her bottom line, and she shouted to Yang Jinghai regardless of her image. My man These three words, like a spoon of honey, are fed into Jingxuan's mouth and sweet to the heart. With bitter meat in exchange for her moving, tears, but also win my man 'three words, worth it! When Tang Huai is angry and roars, he will be as lovely as he is. Jing Xuan looks at her eyes and becomes more doting and affectionate. "So fierce, only your family man dare to ask you." Yang Jinghai sipped his old lips. "Did you give him the best medicine? Will the wound be infected? If he doesn't get his wound well, I'll sue your nephew. " Tang Huai looks at Yang jinghaidao, without previous respect. Yang Jinghai doesn't like his nephew Yang Wei, but after all, he has a fight with his Abba brother. Yang Wei is the only son of his eldest brother, who, like him, is middle-aged. If Yang Wei is really in prison, his elder brother will be furious. "The best medicine has been used. This is the hemostatic powder I grind myself. It not only has the hemostatic effect, but also can diminish inflammation. The wound will not be infected or fester." Yang Jinghai enters the room where he sleeps. "I like you, tough." Jing Xuan raises his hand and gently pinches Tang Huai's face. "Does the wound hurt?" Tang Huai asked with concern. "It hurts." These powder sprinkled on the wound, let the wound prick for a while, like salt salted. "In hemostasis, the wound will hurt. After a while, it will become numb and will not hurt." Yang Jinghai took out a black bottle and handed it to Tang Huai: "give him three." "Good." Tang Huai took the medicine bottle and looked at Yang Jinghai: "Grandpa Yang, I was angry and nervous just now. You don't mind." Yang Jinghai smiled and waved, "I like your fierce appearance, like my wife." Tang Huai: What's the metaphor. "Don't compare me to your wife." How can his wife compare with his Tang Huai! "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. My wife is so good. I don't want to compare with you, Tang Huai." Think of his wife, Miss Yang Jinghai face. When he killed his son, her wife was so sad that an accident took her life when she went out. His wife is ten years older than him. He loves her very much. She is often cruel to him. He likes to look at her ferociously with a smile. Tang Huai ladled half a bowl of soup and fed Jing Xuan three black pills. It's completely dark. There's therapy in the room. After Jingxuan's wound stopped bleeding, Tang Huai went to bake all the chickens and ducks he had killed. Now the air of late autumn is not hot. The cooked chicken and duck will not change the flavor even if they are put in the second place. Jing Xuan was injured and couldn't eat chicken. Tang Huai asked him to eat a duck and boiled sweet potato and sugar water.After eating, Yang Jinghai asked Tang Huai to clean up a room and let her sleep with Jingxuan. This is Tang Huai. He slept in the same room with Jing Xuan for the first time. Jingxuan put two boards in front of the bed to make the floor, so that Tang Huai could sleep on the wooden bed. After dinner, they went back to the house to have a rest. They didn't say a word about Yang Wei. Yang Jinghai does not want to mention that he is afraid that Jingxuan will hold Yang Wei responsible. Jingxuan doesn't mention it, because he can avoid this bitter meat scheme. He didn't come here accurately. Jingxuan deliberately asked Yang weichop. Jiuweng didn't mean to drink. Of course, he didn't let Yang Wei go to jail for doing so. So, after reaching the goal, he forgot Yang Wei completely, and naturally won't mention it. Tang Huai didn't mention it, because she wanted Yang Jinghai to feel guilty and go to see his mother. She believed that Jing Xuan would deal with it well. Now, it's late at night, Yang Jinghai has returned to his room to sleep. Jingxuan and Tang Huai are in the room with the lights on. They are lying on the floor and on the bed, facing each other, staring at each other.
