The light in the room is on, not dazzling, not too dim, faint yellow, there is an inexplicable warmth.

The boy was in a wheelchair, lying on the table to do his homework, and after the car accident, he suffered some serious leg injuries and is currently unable to stand, so he can only sit in a wheelchair.

The woman sat in front of the window, with a frame for painting in front of her, and colorful dyes beside her, and she had several stitches on her chin, the thread had not been removed, and the left cheek was also slightly bruised, scabbed, but not yet falling off, I don't know if it would leave a scar.

It's just that the black-red scab is really not good-looking on Bai Xi's smooth face.

The atmosphere in the room is very quiet, only the faint breathing sound of mother and son is intertwined, but it is very warm and peaceful.

Turning around, when the woman's gaze inadvertently fell on the boy, she frowned slightly, a little helpless.

His posture for doing homework has never been good, the homework book on the coffee table is always crooked, his body is twisted, his arms are on the coffee table, his face is pillow on his arms, he is asleep and writing, and his face seems to be about to be pasted with the homework book.

Putting down the paintbrush in her hand, the woman walked over, and the boy did not notice it, still lying there writing, his long, curly eyelashes blinking from time to time, casting black shadows on the workbook.

Reaching out, she gently patted the boy's back and adjusted his sitting position; "Can you sit upright and do your homework?"

"Yes." The boy smiled, showed his two tiger teeth, moved his small body, sat upright, and straightened his back; "Mom, aren't you drawing?"

Shaking his head, Tang Xiaoran stroked his hair and asked; "Hungry?"

After birth, his hair was not very good, yellow and thin, she thought that she had eaten something she shouldn't have eaten during pregnancy, or was too unnutritious, but fortunately it was now black, thick, and shiny.

The boy reached out and hugged his stomach and nodded; "I'm hungry, the dumplings that I let me eat in the afternoon at school, the leek filling, there is always a taste, I don't like it, my favorite dumplings are the lotus vegetable and pork filling made by my mother."

Hearing this, Tang Xiaoran's hand paused slightly, but his thoughts couldn't stop wandering and fluttering.

People who have seen Jing Xuan say that he only has eyes and mouth like hers all over his body, and everything else follows his father, and that appearance seems to be carved out of a mold.

In fact, not only the appearance, but also the taste and habits of eating are all inherited from Su Zhengxiao.

Onions, garlic, ginger, and leeks are all uneaten.

After asking three or four times and not hearing his mother's reply, he shook the woman's hand; "Mom, what are you thinking?"

After coming back to her senses, Tang Xiaoran shook her head and asked him to do his homework obediently, and she went to the kitchen to cook dinner for the two.

Dinner was very light, she boiled some porridge, mixed two side dishes, and boiled a faint bone broth for Jing Xuan, he was still young, but the car accident hit his leg, and he had to make up for it.

At dinner, she would ask him what interesting things had happened at school, and Jing Xuan would take a sip of bone broth and tell her everything.

Afterwards, she would go to the kitchen to clean the dishes, and Jing Xuan would sit in the living room and watch TV, but he would only watch for half an hour or forty minutes, and would take the initiative to turn off the TV whenever the time came.

This is the rule that Tang Xiaoran gave him, he can only watch TV for half an hour every night, and when he encounters a TV program that he particularly likes to watch, he will relax the 20-minute limit.

After cleaning the dishes and walking out, Jing Xuan was waiting for her at the kitchen door; "Mom, I can't go up by myself."

His eyes fell on his legs wrapped in heavy white yarn, Tang Xiaoran's chest rose and fell, pushing the wheelchair, and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow; "Mommy will take you there."

Picked him up with both hands, but due to the weight and the relationship between her legs, Tang Xiaoran's body leaned to one side, stumbled under her feet, and almost fell, she hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize her body against the edge of *, Jing Xuan's legs could no longer be injured.

Then, slowly, little by little, she moved the child to the * with difficulty, and when she was done, her forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

It was a very simple move, but it was so difficult for her.

Jing Xuan is very sensible, he said; "Mom, when you grow up in the future, I will hold you instead, I have a lot of strength, and you are so light, I will definitely be able to hold you!"

Warm and considerate words can always make people's hearts feel a little moved.

Laughing, Tang Xiaoran pulled the quilt on him, and when he grew up and hugged her, the picture must be warm, but I don't know ......

"Sleep." She said.

"Good night, Mom." The child waving his little hands; "I'll dream of my mother."

"Well, I'll dream of your ...... too"

……

In the bathroom, Tang Xiaoran took off his clothes and lay naked in the bathtub, warm water flowing on his body, relieving his tiredness.

She has a figure that is completely comparable to that of a catwalk model, with upturned hips, a flat lower abdomen, snow-white and round breasts, and a foot of 36C.

The legs are slender and straight and smooth, without any scars on them, and the lines are beautiful and charming at the same time.

The only downside was her right leg, which she had been in a car accident when she was a child, was badly injured in the car accident, and has been lame ever since.

It's not a slight lameness, but a little lame, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the shoulders are also tilted.

This is an eternal pain in her heart.

There is no way to wear beautiful high heels like a normal woman, it is beautiful for others, and funny for her.

In fact, it doesn't matter if she wears high heels or not, she doesn't like to wear them, she just hopes that when she walks on the street with her child's hand, she won't receive so many strange eyes and too many eyes.

After soaking in the warm water for a long time, she got up and put on her bathrobe, and when she pushed open the bathroom door, she was stunned and startled.

Su Zhengxiao didn't know when he came back.

However, he looked like he hadn't washed it for a few days, the stubble on his chin was coming out, his eyes were sunken and he felt very tired, his shirt was full of wrinkles, his suit pants were slightly dusty, his face was blue, and the corners of his lips were red and swollen, as if he had been in a fight.

He appeared in the bedroom quietly, Tang Xiaoran was really frightened, and in just a moment, she returned to normal; "What's wrong with your face?"

Su Zhengxiao didn't pay attention to her at all, the back of his hand wiped directly from the corner of his lips, passed her, and went to the bathroom.

Tang Xiaoran's mouth opened, and he didn't ask again, he obviously didn't want to pay attention to her, even if she asked, he wouldn't speak, why bother?

Moreover, his affairs have never been something she can intervene into, whether it is a private matter or a public matter, she has no right or qualification.

She was never the one to ask him about that.

Smeared on makeup, as if thinking of something, she turned around and walked out, hot porridge.

At this time, Su Zhengxiao's heart was a lot easier, at least, in the treatment of Huo Jingcheng and Shen Ya.

He understood that if he was able to get out of prison, Huo Jingcheng must have said hello, it was he who was dizzy and did such a thing!

If it weren't for Shen Ya's last good thought, then the two of them might have died in the wooden house.

However, when he thought of Zuo Qingrou again, his heart was torn, and he still couldn't forget the appearance of her when she died, which was a hurdle in his heart.

If he hadn't given the stack of photos to Huo's mother, and Huo's mother hadn't gone over to look for her, would it have been a different ending?

Tang Xiaoran was holding hot porridge in one hand and cold salad in the other, both hands were occupied, and finally opened the door with his body.

Su Zhengxiao also happened to come out of the bathroom, sitting on the side of * in a bathrobe, his legs slightly open, and wiping the water droplets on his hair with a towel.

"Did you have dinner? I'll give you the porridge to heat. With that, she placed it on the table.

After he came out of prison, he did not make any further stop in S City, and immediately rushed back to Hong Kong by plane, and then went home without even drinking saliva.

Smelling the aroma of light porridge, he didn't say anything, but sat on the sofa and picked up chopsticks.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoran's tense feelings relaxed a little, the room was very quiet, and the sound of needles falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

This is the way he and her have always gotten along, and there are no superfluous words, and even if there is, it is mockery and sarcasm from his exit.

After he finished eating, Tang Xiaoran took the dishes and chopsticks and washed them in the kitchen.

She thought, Su Zhengxiao shouldn't spend the night here, he never stayed here for the night, he has a lot of houses in Hong Kong.

I'll be back here today, I'm afraid I'm just coming to see Jing Xuan, and then I'll leave soon.

In fact, whether it is to leave or not, she has not been with him for a long time, and she doesn't even know how to talk to him.

When she returned to the bedroom, Su Zhengxiao did not leave, and was still sitting on the side, when he heard the voice, he raised his head, the redness and swelling at the corners of his lips became more and more obvious, his eyes swept over her legs, and he spoke coldly; "The doctor didn't say how long it would take to get out of the wheelchair?"

Although he was talking about Jing Xuan, the moment he looked away from his legs, she felt that he was sarcastic about her, complaining that she had made Jing Xuan's legs look like that.

"A month, maybe a little longer." Tang Xiaoran said.

"When Jing Xuan's leg is healed, throw it out of the apartment for me immediately, I don't want to see something in my apartment." Su Zhengxiao's eyes were sharp.

Is that an eyesore also includes her? Tang Xiaoran thought gloomily, after all, she didn't say anything, just responded lightly; "Got it."

Lifting the quilt, Su Zhengxiao*, Tang Xiaoran stood in place, feeling incredulous and panicked about his actions; "Aren't you leaving?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems that this is a property in my name, and I live in my own home, can't I?" The thin lips pursed like a straight line, and Su Zhengxiao's sword eyebrows flew, feeling that she was asking such a question too much.

"......No," she said, shaking her head, and walked to the side to open the cabinet; Then you sleep, I'll go to the living room. ”

Hearing this, Su Zhengxiao lifted the quilt and sat up, as if staring at the prey, exuding a light that made people feel oppressive and frightening, staring directly at Tang Xiaoran's face; "I see that you seem to have forgotten that you are my wife......"

Tang Xiaoran's hand holding the quilt immediately froze in place, although his face was plain, he had a bitter smile in his heart.

She is his wife, she has never forgotten jì, she has always forgotten jì, it has always been him.

But what's the point of arguing about this at a time like this? She spoke, and said; "No, I'm just afraid you won't get used to sleeping here."

Su Zhengxiao sneered; "Is this a deliberate accusation? Think I deliberately snubbed you? ”

"Not really, but I just want you to sleep better at night and have the energy tomorrow-ah-"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt that her arm was suddenly clenched, and her body fell backwards, crashing into the man's hard embrace, and the quilt in her hand fell to the ground.

Almost immediately, Tang Xiaoran became nervous, and it was ridiculous to say it, she and he were his father and wife, in the first few years of marriage, he touched her very often, but every time with anger and resentment, as if he was venting, he was not having sex at all,

She had never guessed his thoughts, just like at this time.

Su Zhengxiao brought her directly to the *, and his heavy body pressed it directly, and kissed her lips at once, kissing wantonly, very roughly.

Tang Xiaoran was nervous and flustered, he didn't know what he was coming now, his hands fell on his chest, pushing and shoving.

After all, Su Zhengxiao was a little irritable, his brows were furrowed, and his dark eyes were dark; "What to hide, this is your obligation and responsibility! Is it the price to be paid, is it trying to get away with it? ”

"......" didn't struggle, she didn't move, she became quiet, he was right.

He pressed on her, feeling that the bathrobe was too much of a hindrance, and he had torn it off with one hand, and she was wearing a nightdress, and his big hand lifted the nightdress up, and then ripped off her *.

The fire dragon between the legs under her body was already swollen violently, * and the roar was even more wild, and the foreplay did not continue, and the blazing fire dragon pierced directly into her warmth.

It hurts, it hurts, Tang Xiaoran's body can't adapt to such a huge one, her body is curled up, her brows are furrowed, and her painful lower body seems to be torn.

Su Zhengxiao has moved vigorously, front and back, and his buttocks seem to be equipped with a motor.

As time passed, the dry yin tract became moist, and the initial pain disappeared, replaced by indescribable joy and lump.

"Got a feeling?" He propped his hands on either side of her head and hooked the corners of his lips, still a little sarcastic.

Don't look away, Tang Xiaoran felt a little embarrassed, but the blocky feeling in the body was real and could not be avoided, and a woman who hadn't had sex for a long time felt naturally sensitive, so the pleasure she felt was more and deeper.

The passion and heat had been maintained, and after a long time, he let out a low and wheezing roar, and the deep scorching heat made her body tremble slightly.

At this moment, a phone rang, Tang Xiaoran hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, put her hands on under the quilt*, pulled up the nightdress, and met his gaze, she explained; "It's Jing Xuan, he should have something, I'll go over and take a look."

In the next second, she turned on the light in the room and went down*, sure enough, Jing Xuan was going to the bathroom.

Tang Xiaoran took him to the bathroom, then washed his hands, and was about to send him back to the room, but he spoke; "Mom, let me take a look at your room."

Puzzled, she pushed him to the bedroom, but Jing Xuan only stood at the door, looked at the room, and said; "Daddy is asleep, I just saw Daddy's leather shoes at the door."

She brought him back to the room, and was about to cover him with the quilt, but the child's hand grasped her, and his eyes were brighter than the stars outside the window; "Dad is willing to come back here and sleep with us, Mom, are you reconciled with Dad?"

Touching his head, she wanted to say something but couldn't speak, he was only an eight-year-old child after all, even if he was precocious, he was still a child; "Sleep, you'll have to wake up early tomorrow."

He nodded, his expression and eyes were always bright, and even the corners of his mouth were smiling.

Tang Xiaoran returned to the room, Su Zhengxiao hadn't slept yet, but she* was pressed under him again, and she asked for it until the second half of the night.

Su Zhengxiao was asleep, she hadn't yet, her eyes looked out the window, the moonlight was as bright as Jing Xuan's face, but it made her feel so cold.

His body was moving, his brow furrowed tightly, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his expression was uneasy, as if he was having a nightmare.

Tang Xiaoran patted his back with his hand, wanting to give him some comfort, and the next second, his thin lips opened slightly, and a tight voice flowed out of his mouth; "Sunny and soft...... No...... I'm sorry...... I miss you ......."

Five thousand words, there will be a chapter update later, I originally planned to write Chen Yuanyuan first, but Chen Yuanyuan's idea has not been perfected, and it will be very stuck to write, so write Su's first, if you don't like to read it, wait for Chen Yuanyuan's, Su's length will not be long, rest assured, please give me some motivation, in fact, Su is also a good man, believe me..............................