Yan Hui's face was calm, being beaten was commonplace, did he hurt?

Jin Shu remembered that ten years ago, Mrs. Yan was very fond of Yan Hui, cared for her, gentle and lovely, and she couldn't associate the hideous Mrs. Yan in front of her with the empathetic woman in her memory.

Mrs. Yan has been crazy for many years, has she also tormented him for many years.

This is the only person in the world who he can't fight with a sword.

In the past ten years, someone has asked him if he hurts, has anyone served him medicine, and has anyone wiped his tears for him?

Did he still have tears?

Nian Jinshu broke into the courtyard, flew to Yanhui's side, held Mrs. Yan's wrist with one hand, and stopped her whip from falling, Mrs. Yan's eyes were red, angry, hateful and crazy.

"Stop fighting. Nian Jinshu said softly.

When Yan Hui saw her, his eyes sank, and there was a touch of violence and gloom hidden in his eyes, he didn't want Jinshu to see him so embarrassed, but she saw it.

Chu Feishuang sneered, "Jinshu, I'll teach my son a lesson, you get out of the way!"

"Nineteen years before him, he was your son. "After he is nineteen years old, he is my husband, and no one can beat him except me." ”

The peach blossoms in the courtyard are falling, scattered and fragrant.

A few petals of peach blossoms fell on Yan Hui's shoulders, reflecting the color of blood, sad and lonely, Yan Hui clenched his hands into fists, listening to the words of the Nian Jin Book in disbelief.

Her...... Husband?

Chu Feishuang asked, "Nian Jinshu, are you declaring war?"

"The junior doesn't dare!" she said she didn't dare, but she didn't let go, "You don't hurt him, I hurt." ”

"Let it go!" Chu Feishuang snorted.

Nian Jinshu thought for a while, let go of his hand, but turned sideways in front of Yan Hui, the two confronted each other, and refused to retreat, Chu Feishuang smiled, gentle and kind, "Jinshu, how can I not hurt him, it's just a temporary quarrel, don't be surprised." ”

Nianjinshu, "......"

Chu Feishuang left with a smile, in a very good mood, without the tension just now, Nian Jinshu turned around and helped Yan Hui, Yan Hui was injured one after another, and his face was extremely unsightly.

"Are you stupid, you're nineteen years old, and you're not three years old, your mother beats you, won't you hide?" Nian Jinshu stroked the slap marks on his face, feeling inexplicably irritable, "If you can't fight back, you can't scold back, you are really a good son." Are you in pain? Madame has beaten you several times, is the wound cracked again? Yanhui, you are dumb, say something, you ......"

Yan Hui grabbed her waist, took her into his arms, hugged her tightly, he bent down slightly, pillowed his head on her shoulder, put his hands around her waist, and hugged her in an extremely strange and very intimate posture.

The falling flowers are colorful, and the garden is full of spring.

"You ......" Nian Jinshu stiffened into a wooden stick, just pestle, not daring to move, the colorful peach blossoms brushed the tip of her nose, bringing a burst of fragrance, the petals seemed to touch her heart, gentle, gentle, intoxicating, and flustered.

His snort, all around her neck, blew a patch of pink.

Nian Jinshu was so nervous that his heartbeat was out of order, "Aren't you hurt?"

"It hurts. His voice was a little hoarse.

Nian Jinshu had killed him for many years, and she was not used to such intimacy, and she once again stiffened into a stick, not knowing what to say.

Silence, for a long time.

They all fell silent, as if enjoying a moment of warmth.

Nian Jinshu reached out and touched his thin waist, "Yanhui, you are a little heavy." ”