Song Xingchen waited for a while, but the hand on his back waist was still motionless, and he couldn't help complaining: "Will you do it?" This medicinal wine has to be kneaded, and it will be as if you have not rub......bed it, as if you have not rubbed it."

Leng Haochen was awakened by her words, and his big palm trembled.

After a while, he gently rubbed the medicinal wine on her lower back, his eyes were deep, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Shut up." ”

Song Xingchen didn't hear the problem in his words, but Leng Haochen's skills were good, so she didn't bother with him.

After taking the medicine, Song Xingchen wanted to put on his clothes.

As a result, just as she turned around, Leng Haochen's gaze suddenly stopped on her abdomen and asked, "What is this?" ”

Song Xingchen followed his gaze, glanced at his stomach, and said inexplicably: "It's just a scar, what's wrong?" ”

Leng Haochen tried his best to restrain his out-of-control emotions, and asked in a deep voice, "Let me ask you, how did this scar come about?" ”

This position is exactly the same as the scar left by caesarean section when Nuan Nuan gave birth to An'an.

So, is she really his warmth?

"I had appendicitis a few years ago, and it was left over from the surgery at that time." Song Xingchen said disappreciably: "I have a scar physique, so this scar has not been erased, is there any problem?" ”

Leng Haochen narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked rhetorically: "Appendicitis?" ”

"yes." Song Xingchen looked inexplicable, not knowing what medicine he was selling in his gourd, she said, "Are you still in trouble?" Let's go out if it's okay, I'm going to change my clothes. ”

Change of clothes?

These words seem to have suddenly touched some mechanism.

Leng Haochen suddenly thought that on Nuan Nuan's back, near the butterfly bone, there was also a small moon bud scar.

If......

If the woman in front of him is really his warmth......

So, will she have the same scar on her back?

Thinking of this, Leng Haochen suppressed his turbulent emotions and suddenly said, "If you change yours, just as if I don't exist." ”

What does he mean by this, is he going to go out?

Song Xingchen glared at him in disbelief: "If you don't go out, how can I change my clothes?" ”

When he doesn't exist?

She had never seen someone who played a hooligan so seriously, it was so shameless.

Leng Haochen saw Song Xingchen tugging at his collar with a defensive look, and he urged anxiously: "Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Change it now. ”

He couldn't wait to know if she was warm or not.

Song Xingchen looked at Leng Haochen with wolf-proof eyes: "Are you a fool for me?" Don't forget, I'm your stepmother, and it's a big rebellion for you to watch your stepmother change her clothes. ”

Undressing in front of her stepson, she is not shameless to that extent.

Leng Haochen realized that she might have misunderstood something, and he explained impatiently: "I just want to confirm that there is a scar in the shape of a moon bud on your back, and I don't want to do anything to you." ”

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Song Xingchen looked like you don't take me for a fool, still holding on to her collar and not letting go, she said in the direction of the door: "There is no scar on my back, and there is no other place, you can go." ”

Leng Haochen sat on the edge of the bed, unmoved by her words: "You take off your clothes, let me take a look!" ”

He had to figure it out today.

As a result, he saw that Song Xingchen was still motionless, and finally lost all patience.

He got up suddenly, pressed her directly against the bed, imprisoned her fiercely, and reached out to tear her clothes......