The two came out of the bedroom, Yang Hong sat on the sofa in the living room, and Su Wanrou was busy making tea.

Yang Hong, who was full of doubts in his heart, looked around casually, and suddenly an item in his sight suddenly attracted his attention.

It was a clay doll with a serious fading, a man and a woman hugging each other, and it looked almost unrecognizable.

Reaching out and picking up the clay doll, Yang Hong turned around, and when he saw the words Yang Hong and Su Wanrou clearly engraved underneath, his heart was suddenly shocked.

Su Wanrou, who was making tea, happened to walk in with a teapot, and when she saw the mud doll in Yang Hong's hand, her face changed slightly.

"You've got it." Glancing at Su Wanrou, Yang Hong's expression was a little complicated.

"Yes!" Nodding softly, Su Wanrou stepped forward and poured Yang Hong a cup of tea, and sat opposite with both hands clasped in the teapot.

Staring at the clay doll, Yang Hong's thoughts fell into memories, he clearly remembered that he used this clay doll as a love token to Su Wanrou, and vowed to marry Su Wanrou as his wife.

Seven or eight years have passed in the blink of an eye, the mud doll is still there, and the two are sitting opposite each other, but they are still things and people.

Putting the mud doll back in place with emotion in his heart, Yang Hong faced Su Wanrou, who was once familiar, but felt that there was an invisible layer of separation between the two, and there was no previous impulse to seem to have endless words to tell and want to stick together all the time.

The two chatted a few words with each other, and Yang Hong stood up: "There's nothing wrong with the little girl, it'll be fine for her to eat more supplements." As he spoke, he picked up a ballpoint pen next to him and wrote down his mobile phone number.

"This is my mobile phone number, if you have difficulties, you can call me, if it's okay, I'll leave first."

"I, I'll send you." Su Wanrou stood up a little nervously, but ignored that she was still holding a teapot in her hand, and under the force of inertia, the freshly brewed tea suddenly spilled out of it and spilled on Yang Hong's chest.

"Ahh With an exclamation, Su Wanrou was so frightened that she threw the teapot aside at once, a little overwhelmed, and hurriedly shouted with a little crying: "Yang Hong, hurry, hurry up and take off your clothes." ”

Yang Hong, who was furrowed by the scald, was a little speechless when he heard this, this sentence sounded really easy to make people ambiguous.

"I don't care, this little hot water is nothing to me." Seeing Su Wanrou's frightened face, Yang Hong hurriedly persuaded her.

He has received unimaginable training from ordinary people, and has practiced ancient martial arts such as qigong, and his ability to resist blows far exceeds that of ordinary people, and this little hot water is not enough for him to bear.

"Why are you still so reckless, you are scalded by hot water, if you don't handle it well, you will be infected." Su Wanrou drank anxiously, her attitude became very strong for the first time, and despite Yang Hong's obstruction, she reached out to unbutton his shirt.

With a wry smile, Yang Hong could only let her take off her shirt, revealing her chest that was as strong as steel, but also scarred.

When she saw the dense and creepy wounds on Yang Hong's slightly reddened chest, Su Wanrou's face, which was still a little shy, had been completely replaced by shock.

Especially on the left rib, there is a scar of nearly 20 centimeters, hideous like a centipede with teeth and claws.

"Why, how could this be." Muttering in surprise, Su Wanrou opened her mouth wide, her eyes were red and a layer of mist emerged, and her shocked gaze turned into heartache and sourness.

Although she didn't know how these scars were caused, she could still imagine what Yang Hong had experienced and how much pain and suffering he had suffered.

Even if she is not a doctor, she also knows that any of these two wounds is fatal, and as long as there is a slight mistake, his life will be gone.

Su Wanrou couldn't believe it, and gently touched the scar with her trembling fingers.

The rough bumpy feeling suddenly made her fingers stiff like an electric shock, her heart ached, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally couldn't help but flow down, down her soft cheeks, and slipped down to her skirt drop by drop.

Seeing Su Wanrou's appearance, Yang Hong sighed in his heart, he didn't let Su Wanrou take off his shirt just now, just because he was afraid of coming out like this.

"Wan, Mr. Su, you weren't scared, these scars were all left when you were a soldier in the army, and you are already fine." Pretending not to care, Yang Hong chuckled.

His relaxed words did not make Su Wanrou stop crying, but the crying became louder and louder, and finally even put his face on his wound and hugged his waist with both hands.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been a soldier, and you wouldn't have been injured so much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Crying, Su Wanrou hugged Yang Hong tightly with her arms, and tears poured onto his chest.

His heart trembled, looking at Su Wanrou, who was lying in his arms, crying sadly like a child, Yang Hong suddenly found that he didn't have so much resentment in his heart.

"Wanrou, it's not your fault, the path is my own choice, I can't blame anyone."

Tears couldn't stop flowing, Su Wanrou shook her head and said, "No, it's all because of me, it's me who is not good, it's me who hurt you." ”

Seeing her appearance, Yang Hong smiled bitterly.

Don't look at Su Wanrou's appearance, she always looks like a weak soft girl, but her personality is very stubborn, once she recognizes something, the nine cows can't pull it back.

"Shhh Gasping slightly, Yang Hong shook his head and looked down, Su Wanrou was stroking the wounds on his body with her tender little hands with guilt and heartache.

The soft and smooth palm kept stroking along the wound, making him feel like a surge of electricity, and the wound, which was already relatively sensitive, produced an inexplicable sense of stimulation under the caress of Su Wan's tender hand.

Staring at Su Wanrou, who was guilty and heartbroken in front of her, Yang Hong felt an impulse in his heart, reached out and held her face, and the two looked at each other.

Feeling Yang Hong's slightly burning gaze, two blush appeared on Su Wanrou's pale face, and her heart, which had been silent for many years, once again jumped wildly with irrepressible fluttering.

In this environment, in this atmosphere, she couldn't help but close her beautiful eyes, and her tender red lips opened slightly, like budding buds.

The Adam's apple surged up and down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if returning to the youth of his first love, Yang Hong gently bowed his head and kissed on the soft and moist red lips.

The lips touched together, Yang Hong skillfully showed his kissing skills, and the two kissed together passionately. Desire surged in the hearts of the two of them, and their breathing became rapid.

"Mom, what are you doing with your uncle?"

The cute children's voice sounded in the living room and reached the ears of Yang Hong and Su Wanrou, but it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the two hurriedly separated with a cry of surprise.

Yang Hong turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, a little girl who looked like kawaii, standing barefoot at the door of the living room, staring at a pair of innocent big eyes, looking at the two of them curiously.

Looking at the clear and innocent big eyes, Yang Hong wanted to die.

The situation in front of him, even with his thick skin, was embarrassed and flushed, and he hurriedly put on his open clothes as if he had been caught raping in bed.

This novel is from the Book King