"Huh?"

"Alright, let's go and rest, I'll be busy tomorrow morning."

"Oh, too."

The two left without much talk.

And Wang Zhi and He Yaocai, who learned the truth, both had an urge to die.

One said in front of Song Lichu that she wanted to chase her husband, and the other said that she liked his wife in front of Wen Qingye.

At the scene of such a shooting, the two of them really don't want to remember it at all, it's really not too scary!

Wen Qingye hugged Song Lichu and went straight to the family hotel, which was a place for all the family members who came to visit their relatives.

Passing by the front desk, Wen Qingye specially asked them to help get two new sets of clean clothes, and he would come over to pay later.

The people who watched the store saw Wen Qingye coming over with a girl in his arms, and he responded without thinking about it, and then quickly arranged the best room for them.

Song Lichu was hugged by him and came all the way to the room.

He carefully placed her on the bed and sat down.

The originally clean and white clothes, after such a experience, were embarrassed, and the whole person even looked a little distressing and broken.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her hands gently held by Wen Qingye.

"I'll go out and get you some hot water, you can take a shower first and get some rest, okay?"

Seeing that he was about to get up and leave, Song Lichu reached out in a panic and grabbed his hand, his haggard face with fear after panic.

Wen Qingye turned around in distress and touched her ear lightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm just going to get you a pot of hot water, and I'll be back soon, don't worry!" ”

Song Lichu pulled him with both hands, and looked at him with tears in his eyes for a moment.

At that moment, it seemed that a small and thin thorn pierced his heart, even if it was fleeting, but the pain seemed to immediately form a stormy wave, making him have a headache from head to foot.

He leaned down and took her whole in his arms: "Don't cry, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving......"

Big tears ran down her cheeks and hit his shoulders, and he was so distressed that he wanted to grieve for her.

She buried her head deep in his arms, and at first it was a small sob, which gradually turned into an uncontrollable cry.

As if the whole world was about to collapse, the tears couldn't help but flow down.

There had never been a moment when she was so afraid of losing someone, and that feeling of powerlessness made her feel a deep fear, as if it could only be alleviated by absorbing the familiar smell of him.

Wen Qingye, who had never been so helpless, hugged her and kept comforting, but her tears were like a river that had broken its embankment, as if it couldn't be finished, and the whole person seemed to be stuck in an endless abyss, no matter how he pulled her, she seemed to be indifferent.

"Pear ...... Pear ......"

He called her name over and over again until she cried until she almost fainted, half-leaning on him.

Wen Qingye, who was worried that she would be too frightened, carefully held her face with both hands.

Seeing her red and swollen eyes crying, her heart hurt like a needle prick: "Don't cry, I'm here, I won't leave......"

Tears slowly slid down the corners of Song Lichu's eyes and fell on his hands, he didn't know what to do, so he could only bow his head lightly and give a kiss on her eyes.

Then the forehead, the tip of the nose, and then the lips.

He kissed her little by little, trying to ease her pain and discomfort in this way.

Wen Qingye, who found that she was slowly giving herself a response, held the hand on her cheek, unconsciously wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, and then gradually deepened this affectionate kiss.

After a kiss, he looked down at her, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he felt that his heart was suddenly hot, like a bonfire lit on a spring night.

She tilted her head up, her face was crimson, her eyes were shining, and the green silk was scattered, like a drunken girl, and she easily took him down.

Knock knock, three door knocks, disturbing the affection of a room.

Wen Qingye stroked her hair and gently hooked her behind her ear: "I'll take a look, wait for me here obediently, okay?" ”

Song Lichu, whose emotions were slightly soothed, nodded lightly with slightly red eyes.

Seeing that she responded, Wen Qingye finally breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he dare to turn around and open the door.

The front desk helped hand over the new clothes, but he had to fetch the hot water himself.

In order to let her rest as soon as possible, Wen Qingye had to make a quick decision, and the original five-minute journey was stunned to speed up the pace, and it was reduced to three and a half minutes and came back.

When he came in with a kettle, he was relieved to see that she was not crying and sitting quietly on the bed.

After he put the kettle in the toilet, he walked up to her, got down on one knee, and gently took her hand: "Can you wash it yourself?" ”

Song Lichu raised his eyes slightly, and nodded again: "Yes!" ”

At this time, her voice was soft and hoarse, completely devoid of her previous spirit, which was in stark contrast to her usual life.

Wen Qingye saw it in his eyes and hurt in his heart.

He would rather see her angry with him all day than see her look so haggard and uncomfortable, it is really worse than killing him.

He sent her to the door of the toilet and said, "I'm at the door, you must remember to call me if you have something, you know?" ”

In her current state, he was really afraid that she would faint in the toilet alone.

But I was afraid that she was unwilling to let herself help wash it, so she could only choose this compromise method.

Fortunately, she was still strong, and after washing, she sat on the bed alone.

Wen Qingye saw that her condition was gradually improving, so he turned around and followed in and washed casually.

When he came out, Song Lichu happened to see the wound on his back.

It should have been burned when she was pressed down by a collapsing weight when she was saving her.

The moment he saw his wound, Song Lichu stood up from the bed all of a sudden, and Wen Qingye, who was just about to dry the towel, immediately turned around vigilantly: "What's wrong?" ”

"Your ...... Wounds"

She sadly pointed to his shoulder.

Wen Qingye, who had been thinking about her emotions just now, was reminded by her to realize the pain of the wound behind her.

But this injury is actually nothing to him, and he has not suffered any serious injuries on the battlefield before, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that she would worry.

He turned to look at her and smiled lightly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." ”

"No, it's going to be inflamed."

The wound was on his left shoulder blade, and the slightest movement of his left arm would pull the wound, which had a large range of motion, and if it was not handled well, it would be easy to tear and become inflamed in this weather.

Wen Qingye saw that she was persistent and persistent, so he stopped arguing with her.

"Okay, then I'll go downstairs and ask if there's any medicine?"

"Hmm!"

Song Lichu nodded, and then watched Wen Qingye leave the room.

Waiting for him to come in with the wooden box of medicine, Song Lichu was sitting at the head of the bed waiting for him at this time.

As soon as he saw the box in his hand, he immediately reached out and took it.

"You sit down, I'll give you the medicine."

"Good!"

Wen Qingye cooperated with her, and also sat on the bed, Song Lichu half-knelt and began to give him medicine carefully.

As if he was worried about making him hurt, the process of applying the medicine was like a chicken pecking rice, smearing it little by little.

Feeling her caution, Wen Qingye suddenly lowered his head and smiled: "Don't be so careful, your husband is not so hypocritical." ”

Song Li paused for the first time, lowered his head slightly, continued the movement of his hand, and his lips also moved.

"It's going to hurt!"

Her words were soft, light, like a feather brushing against his heart.