Sweet pet sweet wife: President, please sign the divorce

There are so many troubles of the soul.

Ye Guiwan was really afraid that one day she couldn't hold on and would collapse completely.

I don't know how long I stayed there holding my knees.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Guiwan looked up, and saw Su Chenzhou standing in front of him holding a hanging bottle.

He didn't seem to care about his own situation, and looked at Ye Guiwan with a full heart.

Ye Guiwan frowned, and was about to stand up, but found that the consequence of maintaining a certain posture was that his legs were numb and he could hardly stand still.

Su Chenzhou hurriedly stretched out his hand to help.

Ye Guiwan stopped the loss in time, "Don't move, your blood is about to regenerate."

Su Chenzhou grinned, "It's fine."

Ye Guiwan frowned even tighter, "It's okay, if you're told not to move, don't move."

Su Chenzhou really didn't move after being so fiercely attacked by Ye Guiwan.

It's just that the smile on his face didn't diminish, and he looked at Ye Guiwan helplessly.

Ye Guiwan stood leaning against the wall.

"You love to laugh a lot lately?"

Su Chenzhou suppressed his smile when he heard the words, and his tone was a little cautious, "You don't like it?"

Every time he rarely smiled, Ye Guiwan would always look at him with that kind of attention almost obsessed.

He knew that what Ye Guiwan was obsessed with was his appearance.

But so what, as long as you are watched by her, you are already very happy, isn't it?

Ye Guiwan was speechless, "Are you laughing because I like it?"

Su Chenzhou looked calm, as if he was saying, what do you think?
Ye Guiwan couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

A few steps into Su Chenzhou, Su Chenzhou did not move.

Ye Guiwan looked at him.

"Su Chenzhou, laugh when you are happy, cry when you are sad, follow your heart, don't change anything because of me, understand?"

Su Chenzhou didn't speak.

Ye Guiwan paused, then continued: "Be yourself."

Su Chenzhou embraced Ye Guiwan with the hand that was not holding the bottle, and buried his head in Ye Guiwan's neck.

"Night night... late night..."

He seemed to be unable to say anything, and muttered in his mouth, calling Ye Guiwan's name.

How do I do it myself?

My sorrows and joys are all about you.

You made me a sad and happy person.

Now you tell me let me be myself.

Impossible, night and night.

Ye Guiwan was wrapped in the scalding heat of Su Chenzhou's body, almost breathless.

Wait, it's hot!
This man still has a fever.

Su Chenzhou's hand lived up to everyone's expectations and returned blood, and a big swollen swollen.

The family doctor was going to switch hands to infuse Su Chenzhou, but Su Chenzhou refused.

Being scolded by Ye Guiwan again, Su Chenzhou obediently extended his hand.

Ye Guiwan took a towel and warmed his swollen hands.

"Su Chenzhou, you really are going back as you live."

Childish to death!

Ye Guiwan thought to herself, but she didn't dare to say it, because she knew that this person couldn't say it, and the more she said it, the more ruthless she was, just like singing a different tune.

Su Chenzhou didn't speak, but his eyes on Ye Guiwan became more and more fiery.

Ye Guiwan was wearing a thin nightgown, her exquisite curves were clearly outlined, the skin behind her was not exposed because of the lace.

Still holding the pipa half-hidden face.

Su Chenzhou's throat twitched as the word "color" hit his head.

"Wanwan, after the infusion, can I?"

Ye Guiwan concentrated on dealing with the bag in Su Chenzhou's hand, and asked inexplicably, "What can I do?"

Then they met Su Chenzhou's eyes, the mist cleared up a bit, and there was some inexplicable ambiguity.

satyr!

It's all burned like this, and I'm still thinking about that stuff.

Ye Guiwan's face instantly collapsed, "No!"