Chapter 663

He is not easy to move and limps when he walks. Su Nuan has no reason to feel distressed. She stops him: "it's OK. Sit down. Don't go. I'll boil water. Come on, sit down." She forced him on the sofa.

He looked at her with a bitter smile, and she went into the kitchen.

Dong Anyang sat on the sofa outside, watching her busy inside, the pain on her feet seemed to be alleviated a lot.

Su Nuan looked at the whole kitchen and found that there was nothing to eat. There were all kinds of pots and pans, but there was no use at all.

She sighed, quickly boiled water, came out to wash her face, but saw him sitting on the sofa, a face of pain took off his shoes and socks, saw Su warm out, he put it down as if nothing had happened, also called her: "there is nothing to eat in the kitchen, but there are a lot of things in the refrigerator, you see, throw away the expired, no expired want to eat something.". Su Nuan didn't take care of the refrigerator. Instead, she went straight to him, twisted her eyebrows, and asked softly, "do you feel pain?"

He laughed twice: "OK."

"Let me see." Somehow, she squatted down to look at his feet.

"No!" Unfortunately, he flatly refused. He said, "it's not good for you. It will frighten you. You'd better take a bath first. The TV station has just issued the weather forecast. The rainstorm lasts for at least three days. I'm afraid you can't get out."

Su warm dumb, for his refusal is not good, so can only nod: "but you go to wash, I go to get some food, I'm a little hungry."

She got up again and went into the kitchen.

Dong Anyang sat on the sofa, breathed out a deep breath, stood up and entered the bedroom.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Su Nuan poked out her head again. She thought of her boldness just now and felt a little ashamed.

There's a lot of food in the fridge, but as he said, most of it has expired.

Fortunately, there is also a package of champion dumplings.

Hot water sprinkled on the body, Dong Anyang had goose bumps all over his body, which strongly stimulated the blood in his body. After a while, he felt hot and dispelled the chill.

However, looking down at his incomplete feet, the bottom of my heart suddenly rose a regret.

The kitchen was full of fragrance. Su Nuan put the last dumpling into the pot. When it was golden, she quickly picked it up and put it into the white jade porcelain plate next to her.

There is already a full plate of dumplings, each golden crisp, see people saliva DC.

She satisfied with the flameout, and find vinegar and pepper to trip a seasoning, and then out.

When Dong Anyang came out, he saw that she put the plate under her nose and took two deep breaths. Her face was a contented and calm smile. Looking at her smile, he felt that his throat was tight and there was an inexplicable current hitting his body. This was against the law, and he could not understand it more clearly.

"Ah, you've finished your bath." Su Nuan turns around happily and looks at the well-dressed man. She suddenly feels red and heartbeats.

After bathing, he was comfortable and fresh, wearing loose linen lined clothes and trousers, casual and natural, and the hard lines on his face were washed, full of unreal temptation.

He nodded to her, smelled the aroma in the air and said, "fried dumplings?"

She said, "I think there's a package of dumplings. It's ready to eat. Come here."

He walked by her, she smelled a familiar fragrance, this is her body fragrance, she suddenly turned white.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." She recovered and handed him a pair of chopsticks.

He sat down and looked at the lovely golden dumplings on the plate. He praised them without stinging: "just looking at them like this makes people have a big appetite."

"Ha ha." She laughed a little weak, "then you eat it quickly, cold is not delicious."

"Well." He picked up one and put it into his mouth after dipping it in vinegar. He kept nodding, "it's delicious. Why don't you sit down and eat together?"

"Oh." She seemed a little absent-minded and accidentally splashed vinegar out of the dish.

He said quietly, "are you a little cold? I almost forgot that you haven't taken a bath yet. Why don't you take a bath first and I'll help you find the change of clothes. "

Maybe she was bewitched by the familiar fragrance on his body. She didn't object to it. Under his instruction, she went into the bath that had just taken a bath.

The smell is stronger here.

Warm and familiar, she wants to cry.

She looked at the over familiar set of Korean hand-made bath milk and shampoo soap on the shelf, and her body trembled like the wind sweeping the leaves.

Dong Anyang took the change of clothes to come over, see her holding the shower door panting, it has been received on her shoulder: "Su warm, you are OK."

This sudden voice drew Su Nuan's attention back, but suddenly, like her, she almost subconsciously said: "Anyang -"

she suddenly reached out and grasped his wrist -

there was still a slight dense air at the bathroom door. Their eyes were opposite, and the familiar fragrance was waving between their noses. Su Nuan looked at the person in front of her eyes, this face, and the end of her eyes All appeared the appearance of Dong Anyang.She held him so tightly, Dong Anyang's breathing was a little short, staring at her, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, he opened his lips, wanted to say something to her, but she was more quickly awake, embarrassed to draw back her hand, embarrassed to apologize: "I'm sorry."

Then he pushed him away and walked out: "sorry, it's late. I should go back. Goodbye."

"Su Nuan -" regardless of his obstruction, she used brute force to break free of his grip, and left his apartment without looking back.

His legs and feet are inconvenient. Naturally, he can't catch up with her. In the end, he can only watch her rush to the stairs and plunge into the rain curtain outside

The dumplings on the table are still emitting bursts of fragrance. He raised his mouth slightly, raised his wrist and sniffed it gently. There is still a faint smell left by her on it.

The smile on his face deepened.

Su Nuan ran a long way in the rain before he stopped a taxi. When he got home, he was wet from head to toe many times.

Colds are only expected.

She was lying on the bed, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. Xiaobao wanted to go to bed, but Su Nuan could only stop her. Su Yonghe, who was preparing the hanging bottle, saw her and immediately came to him and carried him out: "Xiaobao, darling, you go out to play for a while, mother is sick, just for a while."

Su Nuan leans against the pillow and smiles.

After su Yonghe came back to hang up the water for her, he couldn't help complaining: "what's the matter with you? You can call ruofeng to pick you up in such a heavy rain. Long "

Su Nuan's voice was tight and dry, so she could only watch her silently.

"Here, take these pills, and then go to sleep." Su Yonghe hands her water and medicine. After su Nuan swallows it, he feels drowsy and sleepy.

Su Yonghe helps her to bring the door, but she doesn't sleep completely. Her nose seems to smell the familiar fragrance. She goes back to the strange house and the man who seems strange but is very familiar.

He has the same back as Dong Anyang and a pair of similar cold eyes, but she can't recognize the face and voice.

She stood on the edge of the bathroom, where the water was foggy and everything looked hazy.

The faint fragrance of the shower came out from time to time, and she felt very strange and relieved.

At this time, a pair of hands from behind around her waist, embrace her body.

Then a chin on her shoulder came up, and his hands moved up and down. She was in such a dreamy scene. She opened her mouth to think of a sound, but there was no sound at all. She wanted to move, but her hands and feet seemed to be bound.

She's very conscious, but she just can't move.

It's so clear. The mind and senses are very active, but the body just can't move.

In the dense fog, she couldn't see the face of the person behind her, but the touch of his hands on her was very real.

Since Dong Anyang left, she has never had this demand. Women are colder than men. If they don't deliberately, they won't take the initiative to think about it.

But now the hands on her body, like a Pandora's key, gradually opened a secret part of her body.

She was throbbing uncontrollably, shivering.

Feather like kisses kept falling on her shoulders and neck, and she groaned softly.

The ultimate ambiguity.

She sticks to the cold shower door and tries to avoid it, but she can only sink, sink

Her body was sweating layer after layer, and her body seemed to be floating and sinking in the sea.

She is like a boat, can only tightly cling to the man around Dance with him.

In the emotional place, she cried out for Anyang, Anyang

Su Yonghe is helping her to pull out the needle. When he hears her call, his hand shakes slightly and Su Nuan wakes up.

Su Yonghe pressed the back of her hand with cotton and looked at her flushed but white face. She couldn't help but feel distressed: "warm, dream?"

"Ma --" Su Nuan said weakly, and felt a pain on her forehead.

She wanted to reach out and touch it. Su Yonghe pressed her hand: "don't move. You've sewed two stitches on your forehead. Your uncle ANN has just sewed them for you. Don't touch the water these days."

No wonder so painful, Su Nuan immediately thought of Wang Chunyan: "Mom, my mobile phone, Chunyan is still in the hospital."

"Don't worry, your mobile phone just rang, the hospital called, Wang Chunyan has no serious problem, your uncle Ann asked someone to look at it."

"Oh." Su Nuan breathed a long sigh of relief. After relaxing, she felt sore all over, and her bones were crying fiercely.

And the dream just now was so real that she didn't seem to get rid of it completely.

"What's the matter, wennuan? Have you been dreaming?"

He was asked by Su Yonghe, and he didn't know how to answer."Hungry." Seeing her trance, Su Nuan didn't ask much. She stood up and asked her to press the cotton. Then she said, "I made soup for you. It's still hot on the stove. I'll get it for you now."

Just now the dream is too real, Su Nuan can't help but raise her hand to wipe the sweat on her face, but the emptiness after the reality makes her unbearable.

It's like stepping on a ball of cotton, falling from heaven to reality, only endless loneliness.

Su Yonghe brings in the chicken soup. The oil on it has been skimmed clean and the fragrance is overflowing.

She put a pillow behind Su Nuan's back and let her sit up. Su Nuan took the soup bowl and pulled out a smile: "thank you, mom."

"Watch out for the heat."

While drinking, Su Nuan watched her clean up the needle, feeling a little moved.