Chapter 454

Si Minghan's face was livid, and he clenched his fingers and gritted his teeth: "how can I know it's not my own if I don't try."

What is there in the world that originally belongs to itself, but is not to fight for it, to rob it, to fight for it?

"You..." Wendy looked at siminghan, his eyes flashed complex emotions, and finally these emotions gradually returned to calm, indifferent way, "you go to the study, do not come out without my order."

Siminghan's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to retort. But he looked at Wendy sternly. Finally, he slowly lowered his head and said in a dumb voice, "OK."

He turned to leave, stopped at the door, looked back at Wendy in her wheelchair and whispered, "am I your son?"

From memory, he has never been close to him. He will give him the best education and respect his desire not to study design and art... Even two years ago, he obeyed his mind and left an impression.

But now, he suddenly had some doubts, because these non-interference always carried an indescribable alienation, just like the intransigence at this time with irrefutable pressure.

Wendy's eyes sank and her gesture raised was old and sad. The weak sunlight squeezed through the gap of the curtain and fell on Wendy. He was half in the light and half in the dark. The whole person seemed to be a combination of light and dark, which made people feel inexplicably afraid.

"You go." Wendy light way, "to do what you want to do, but only one point, in the future you will no longer accept asylum, can not use the power of this side."

Siminghan's face suddenly changed, and his chest was full of courage. He was angry and unwilling, but at last he slowly loosened his fingers: "OK."

He turned to leave, the pace from the beginning of hesitation to later faster and faster, faster and faster, as if to escape something.

Walking out of the tower, the heart in smingham's chest seemed to jump out of his mouth. He drove away, holding the steering wheel tightly in his hands, tightening his finger joints, and rushing blood in the blue blood vessels.

If he wants ANN, he must!

No matter who it is, it can't stop him.

It's sunny in the day, and it's raining in the evening. It's smoky, and the orange streetlights become unreal in the rain and fog.

"Take it easy." Huo Ting deeply frowned, carefully untied the gauze on ANN's arm, looked up at her from time to time, "if you can't help it, just grab my shoulder."

An shallow smile, shaking his head: "no pain."

Ming Jingyi said that it's better to change the dressing every day for the wound. If it's better, Huo tingshen took the initiative to take this matter down.

"Such a big wound, how can it not hurt." Huo Ting frowned deeply, blaming himself in his heart.

What was he doing when she was struggling?

Quietly looking at Huo tingshen, eyes overflow infinite tenderness, as long as you can be with him, what is this bitter?

Seeing that he was deeply distressed, she said with a smile, "it seems that you will leave scars in the future. Do you dislike it?"

Huo Ting carefully wipe medicine, action gently wrapped gauze to her: "you will always be my best little wife."

An Wen Yan a Zheng, then red face, angry look at him: "what nonsense!"

Although I have been married for so many years, I can't help but blush when I suddenly hear him say such beautiful words, but my heart is as sweet as honey.

"I'm serious." Huo tingshen bagged the replaced gauze and threw it into the garbage can. Then he wiped his fingers with a paper towel. This was the only way to do the case. She hugged her shoulder and whispered, "when I'm not together, I always regret that I didn't say more when I'm together."

If they were not so proud at the beginning, if they did not take it for granted, would they be able to separate less?

Ann's head leaned against Huo Ting's deep chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, his heart was very steady, and he felt that no matter how much suffering ahead, it didn't matter.

The important thing is that they are together.

"I'm not good either." Ann whispered, "I'm not good."

Huo Ting deeply lowered her forehead, just as she raised her head, their lips bumped together without warning, soft and warm, and breathing.

He held her arm carefully, avoided her injured arm, and deepened the kiss a little bit. The familiar smell woke up in his mind, and the surging yearning was like a beast breaking through the prison.

Ann's face is camel red, her fingers kiss her mouth, and her eyes are soft.

"Get better soon." Huo tingshen held an panting, chin on her head, seriously told, "your husband has been a monk for two years."

Ann's cheek is red and can drip blood, but she still bit her lip and nodded. She said in a stuffy voice, "it won't be a few days."

Although her wound looks dangerous, but to put it bluntly, that is, skin trauma, it will soon recover.

But at the moment, although it is true, in this kind of scene, there is always an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere.

"Good boy." Huo Ting deeply kisses his little wife's cheek, "tired or not? Do you want a rest? "

Ann shook his head: "take Zimo and show it to me. I miss him."

Because her arm is wrapped with gauze, so the child has been in mingjingyi there, she thought of her son tightly.

"Dong Dong"

Mingjingyi knocked on the door and came in, holding swaddling clothes in her arms. Looking at the two people in the room, she said with a smile: "I didn't disturb you, did I? It's just that little guy misses Mommy. "

It's strange to say that she and ANN are almost the same, but the little thing can still tell. She is not honest in her arms.

"Zimo." An happily extended his arm.

Huo Ting deep eyelid jumped to jump, hurriedly snatched before ANN, took the child into his arms, sat on the side of the bed, angry and strange way: "careful arm."

"It's not that serious." Ann stretched out her fingers and pinched her son's small face. Her eyes seemed to overflow with tenderness. "Zi Mo Guai."

Mingjingyi looked at a family of three get along with harmony, smile, give them close the door to leave.

"You see Zimo's eyes look like you, don't you?" Ann was holding her son in her arms and leaning her back against Huo tingshen, "but her nose and mouth are like me."

"Let me hold it."

Huo tingshen held the child carefully and gently put his finger on the tip of his nose. The little guy widened his eyes and looked at them. He yawned and started to fight.

"I'm sorry to make you suffer so much." Huo Ting was deeply distressed. "When I was born, I was not by your side. Zimo is still like this..."

She always said that she wanted to give her the best happiness and the most stable life, but the fact is that because of him, she suffered a lot, even now there are so many hidden dangers.

Ann touched her son's warm little hand and whispered: "fate loves to tease. We can't help it, but we still have to thank God. After so many things, we are still together, right?"

She has also complained about the unfairness of her fate. She just wants to be the most ordinary person. Why should she arrange such frustrations for her and her children

But now think about it, there's nothing like them together at the moment.

"I'll find a way to deal with the matter of Zimo. You don't have to worry about it." Horting put his finger on ANN's shoulder and said, "I've told Mu Bei to come to Vancouver."

Mubei's medical skills are superb, and he has always been good at traditional Chinese medicine. He and mingjingyi have two hands. I think they can certainly solve the problem of Zimo.

Ann's eyes brightened: "yes, I forgot her."

When Ming Yuequn was dying of disease, it was Mubei who dragged him back from the gate of hell.

There is hope in my heart, and the whole person becomes bright.

"Zimo, you will be OK." She was almost to tears of joy, "you will grow up healthy, safe life."

Before she had no children, she would make all kinds of assumptions about her children, which were to be cute, cute, smart and beautiful... But after every pregnancy, she had only one idea in her mind, health.

She only wants her child to be healthy.

"Zi Mo is asleep." "Do you want to put him in the pram?" horting whispered

Ann shook her head and moved into the bed. "Put him next to me."

Huo Ting laughed deeply, lifted the quilt, put the ink next to each other, and he took off his coat and lay on the outside: "let's lie down together for a while."

Ann's eyes are crooked and her smile is warm and soft

The little man was lying in the middle, Huo tingshen and an Fen were on both sides, their eyes were opposite, and the room was full of sweet love.

The rain outside is much bigger than before. The raindrops tap the window gently, like a lullaby.

"Deep court." Ann turned off the light and whispered his name in the dark, "I've been missing you so much."

In the dark, he can't see her, she can't see him, she can be so brave.

Huo tingshen said softly, "I'll be by your side in the future."

Fate can only always love to make fun of, but he will not admit defeat.

"Good."

Two people did not speak again, the room is quiet, only two people gently entangle son together breathing.

Ann thought that she would be too excited to sleep, but she didn't expect that she would go to sleep first and had a good night's dream.

Dream full of purple lavender, she wore a white dress in the sea of flowers has been walking, the mood of joy.

Because Huo tingshen is at the end of the path, looking at her with a smile, his eyes are gentle and doting, like the eyes of spring, so bright and beautiful.

"Small?" Huo tingshen reached out and pinched his little wife's cheek. "Get up, lazy."

Last night, it was still rainy. In the morning, the weather had cleared up. The golden sunlight penetrated through the curtains and spread mottled light and shadow on the floor and quilt of the room. It was bright and warm. Of

Ann closed her eyes, caught Huo tingshen's finger and pursed her lips: "Mr. Huo, I don't want to get up."

"Shall I accompany you?" Huo tingshen sat on the side of the bed and gave his little wife a kiss on the lips.

Originally, he just wanted to tease her, but in the early morning, Anmei was like a fairy, the sun fell on her eyelashes, and the black curly eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly, which stirred his heart.