Chapter 2265

He went to the car with two big shopping bags, put them in the trunk and got on the car with care.

He reached out and rubbed her hair. "Don't share it. Men are supposed to be women's day."

What's more, he is still so much older than her. He just wants to love her with all his strength. He wants to help her do everything, just want to pamper her.

"You still have a wound on your shoulder," she said

He smiles: "this hurt, it's OK."

Shen Zhaozheng slowly drove out of the car, along the dark underground garage, slowly climbing up.

"If you have responsibilities in other places, you can come to me. You don't need to."

When he said this, he was domineering and gentle.

She and uncle together, there is always a feeling of little deer bumping around, not like her at all.

Along the way, the leaves of the trees on both sides of the road had already withered, and the branches were bare, showing the bleak and cold winter.

Thinking of the window ha breath, is a vast expanse of white, through the hazy window to see out the scenery, is another appearance.

In winter, in the afternoon, the sky is overcast, there is a sense of desolation, but there is a man at hand to make her feel at ease.

It makes people feel warm again.

The car drove back to clove apartment. He carried two bags of things as usual, and went into the corridor with her and got on the elevator.

At the third floor door, he said in a deep voice, "the car key is in my coat pocket. Feel it out and open the door."

She then opened the door, he put things away, care to quickly go over: "let me see your injury."

Shen Zhaozheng was pushed to the sofa by her. She knelt down on the sofa and reached for the button of his coat.

This posture, this movement, let Shen Zhaozheng feel, if in the future that aspect, this wench also has so positive, how good.

Well, major general Shen, you think it's a little far away.

I don't think it's wrong with this posture, the posture of picking Shen Zhaozheng's coat.

Shen Zhaozheng just leans on the sofa and allows her to unbutton his overcoat one button at a time.

Inside the iron gray coat was a dark green sweater, which made him more aristocratic. After a glance at his face, his heart was full of deer, and his cheek flew red and he quickly lowered his head.

She reached out and rolled up his sweater. She finally took off the sweater. There was a light gray shirt inside. She reached out to unbutton.

How can I feel that the process is so complicated that her fingertips even tremble a little.

His big hand around her waist: "don't be nervous."

He licked his lips: "who Who's nervous? "

He chuckled: "I told myself not to be nervous, you see the body again, I have some tension."

She blushed and unbuttoned her shirt. It was his wheat skin and beautiful muscles that she couldn't help swallowing.

She reached out and gently touched the gauze on her right shoulder: "I'm going to untie it."

"Well..." His voice was low and his heart was in disorder again.

Thinking of untiing the gauze, the wound under the bottom really recovered well, at least not so shocking, and no longer seeping blood.

"Does it still hurt?" she whispered

"No pain."

Looking around: "where is the medicine?"

Shen Zhaozheng pointed out: "under the platform."

He picked up the medicine bag, found out the bottle of iodophor, and then dipped some of it with a cotton swab and pressed it on the wound. After pressing it repeatedly for several times, he changed a new gauze to cover the wound, and then wrapped two rounds of bandages, which was good.