Jiang Ruo came to her aunt, and she didn't want to move for a few days.

After losing a super big face in the skating rink that day, she really couldn't think of any other way to separate Wen Yuan and Ruan Min?

She did what she had to do.

She has also let go of what should be released.

But Wen Yuan is Ai Ruan Min.

And love very much.

Jiang Ruo felt that his back was sore, so he moved to the bed and lay on his stomach, with a pillow behind his waist and his upper body leaning on the head of the bed.

Her legs curled up slightly, and she was holding up the tablet to draw a comic.

The first part has been painted, and she is now painting the second part, and the response is getting better and better.

Many readers like the two male protagonists very much, praising her for drawing the male characters very handsome.

The bedroom is softly lit, and the heavy and luxurious black and gold curtains shade the cold moonlight outside the window.

Zhaocai lay on his stomach in the kennel, quietly accompanying the hostess.

Wen Ran and Wen You are only one and a half years old, and they are more sleepy at this age, and they are sleepy before ten o'clock.

After coaxing the two little guys, Wen Huai walked back to the bedroom softly.

Knowing that Jiang Ruo was still in the aunt period, he specially brought hot water and put it on the bedside table on Jiang Ruo's side.

The man was as slender as a bamboo, and his green and white jade hands were shining with warm yellow ripples.

Wen Huai stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Jiang Ruo's head, his fan-like peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and his thick eyelashes looked extremely deep and three-dimensional, "Drawing comics?"

Jiang Ruo: "Little Orange and Little Yuzu slept?"

Wen Huai: "Hmm."

While speaking, Wen Huai covered Jiang Ruo's abdomen with his hand and gently rubbed it to help her warm her stomach. ap.

"A few days ago, news came from my little uncle, saying that there was a trace of your mother." Wen Huai shared the good news with her.

Hearing this, Jiang Ruo was very happy: "Really?"

In addition to joy, she was also a little worried.

She was afraid that her mother would not like her.

All this time, she has hardly received maternal love.

Her mother didn't like her, and even hated her.

Although, she didn't understand why.

Because she is not liked by her mother, she can empathize with the discomfort of being ignored, so she now wants to make up for Wen Hao very much.

It was her mother's dereliction of duty and disqualification.

Wen Huai brushed away the broken hair hanging from her forehead, and her voice was clear and low: "Of course, do you want to go back to China to find her?"

"Can you wait a little longer? Will you be back in a while?" Jiang Ruo was a little hesitant and made excuses for himself, "Haohao hasn't finished dealing with it yet, I can't rest assured."

Wen Huai leaned over slightly, pillowed his head on her abdomen, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, and snuggled into her arms like a child, "I'll wait for you."

So, don't let him down.

and do not abandon him.

..

Since then, after meeting Jiang Ruo at the skating rink that day, Wen Yuan has been unable to sleep.

He was so excited that he couldn't sleep with pleasure.

first drugged him, and then took the initiative to kiss, so panicked and anxious, for fear that he would fall in love with someone else.

Why did she go earlier?

Every time, when he is so tired that he doesn't want to love anymore, he comes to give him hope again, she is no longer a scumbag, but a human life!

If he wants to die, she has to be in her hands.

I really saw him as a little male dog, and when I was happy, I remembered that he was coming, and I coaxed him; When he was unhappy, he kicked him aside again, and kissed me and me with her Bai Yueguang, sweet and sweet.

He seems to be just Wen Huai's spare tire forever.

No name, no status.

A few days passed.

Wen Yuan's neck still has kiss marks, and it has not dissipated for a long time.

Every day when he sleeps, he has to stand in front of the mirror, admire it, and be beautiful and narcissistic.

Through this incident, Wen Hao could see that Wen Yuan was in a very good mood.

On this day, Wen Yuan woke up

Or as always, come to the mirror and make up for yourself.

He didn't go to bed until 3 a.m. when he wrote the song too late last night, and now he woke up to 4 p.m.

Wen Yuan's eyebrows and eyes were slackened, his half-open peach blossom eyes were all lazy, and the sickly blue and gray of his eyelids, although his eyes were lifeless, they were still difficult to hide his handsome and evil charm.

Compared with the previous days, the kiss marks have become very light.

It is estimated that in two more days, it will all dissipate.

Wen Yuan was still looking at the mirror happily one second, and the next second, he felt a splitting headache, and he couldn't hold back the pain, and smashed the mirror with one punch.

The protruding knuckles on the back of his hand were scratched with a layer of skin, and bits of blood oozed out.

Since he was shot in the brain by Huo Jinting six years ago and risked a craniotomy, he has been left with sequelae and has not been eradicated.

After that, regardless of his physical safety, he fought with Wen Huai a few times, causing this symptom to become more and more obvious, and the pain was as uncomfortable as death, tormenting him to mental decline day and night.

A year ago, his cold poison inexplicably recurred, although it was not as painful as before, but it also became a small problem and had to continue treatment.

After Wen Xingzhi knew about this, he discussed it with him for a long time.

Wen Xingzhi was willing to give him a year to relax and play enough music at once, and when the year was over, he would have to go back and take over the Wen family.

Downstairs, Wen Hao, who was playing a game by himself, heard the sound of something being broken, immediately rang the alarm bell, threw down the game console and went upstairs.

In the pure black bedroom, he saw Wen Yuan curled up on the ground in pain.

Wen Hao called out distressedly, "Dad."

He squatted down and touched Wen Yuan's head, "Tell Mom, maybe she will feel sorry for you if she knows."

Wen Yuan's deep voice rolled up with the lazy hoarseness of waking up, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Sorry for me?"

"If she could feel sorry for me, she wouldn't have wanted me in the first place." Wen Yuan's aggrieved and pitiful appearance is more like a child than Wen Hao.

It's no wonder that Wen Hao thinks that his father is the little kid who needs to be taken care of.

Wen Yuan never understood, what did Jiang Ruo dislike about him?

He can be good.

For her, she has always gotten better.

He was born a bad breed and is willing to be determined to be a good person.

..

Wen Yuan's transient amnesia is also strange to say.

Every time he loses his memory, only Jiang Ruo is forgotten, and he will not forget the rest.

For this reason, he has the habit of writing a diary to help him keep his memory at any time, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt her when he meets her.

Si Jinxing helped him diagnose, saying that this was a means for the body to protect itself if the psychological trauma was too severe.

He also said that if he wanted, he could help him completely erase all memories of Jiang Ruo in his mind.

But in the end, he refused.

I can't help it.

I can't bear all the things that come along the way, whether it's happiness or joy, hatred or disgust, all of them are reluctant.

In the years before he met Jiang Ruo, he always thought that life was just like this, and it was Jiang Ruo who shone into his dark world like a light, which made him have attachment and yearning from then on.

Her appearance made him forgive all the injustice and suffering that the world had given him.

It was also her love that made him feel so lovely in the world.

Because I love her, I also become a love for the world.

For a week, Wen Yuan didn't wait for Jiang Ruo, but waited for Jiang Ruo's husband.

His own brother.

Wen Huai!

Wen Yuan did not lose his momentum, and asked, "You arranged the person who assassinated me last time, right?"