Heavenly Wife Domineering Love

In the past five years, that river and that bridge have been hurdles in Su Qianqian's heart that she will never get over.

Every time she recalled everything about that rainy night, her whole body was cold and her heart was ashamed.

Now, it was the man who pushed her into the abyss, and walked across the bridge step by step with her on his back.

She clearly felt his presence, his fiery body temperature was always close to her, and together with her healed the scar in her heart.

"Is it still cold?"

When they reached the end of the bridge, the man asked her.

Su Qianqian's throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't speak a word.

Bo Muyan put her down gently, and turned to face her.

Su Qianqian lowered her head, not wanting him to see tears streaming down her face, but her trembling shoulders still showed her emotions.

He held her hand, Su Qianqian instinctively resisted, turning her face to one side.

But the warmth in his palm spread from her fingertips, and gradually flowed into her limbs.

This made it harder for her to control her emotions, and the night wind was filled with the sound of crying.

The man embraced her in his arms, tightly protecting her with his strong arms, and let her cry bitterly.

He waited patiently for her to vent, for her to digest the resentment of the past five years, for her to go through the unbearable past.

After a while, he patted her on the back, "Don't cry, your eyes will become ugly if you cry."

But Su Qianqian's tears were like broken beads, falling one by one.

The man lowered his head, found her lips, and blocked her sobs.

From time to time, cars whizzed by on the bridge, and one deliberately honked its whistle as a way of saying hello to them.

With Su Qianqian's grievance, tears kept gushing out of her eyes, soaking their faces.

The man bit her lip lightly and warned, "If you cry again, I'll take you here!"

The crying stopped abruptly, and Su Qianqian covered her mouth with her hands, blocking the sobs.

The man gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, and coaxed her softly, "I haven't had a better day since you disappeared. This is the cruelest punishment God has given me. We're even!"

Bo Muyan broke away her hand and held it in the palm of his hand, "From now on, I will treat you well!"

Su Qianqian's tears couldn't help gushing out again, she couldn't tell whether it was sad or moved.

"Still crying!" The man's hand reached into the clothes around her waist.

Su Qianqian quickly held him down and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't, I won't cry."

"Good boy!" The man leaned over and picked her up, "Let's go home!"

"It's not that I don't have feet, I can walk by myself!"

Su Qianqian felt that this man regarded herself as a useless person whose life could not be handled.

"I am willing!" The man tightened his arms and strode forward.

This was the second time that Su Qianqian was forcibly brought into Jinyuan Villa, and there was a familiar smell everywhere.

They didn't go directly into the villa, but came to the sheltered flower shed on the side of the courtyard.

Bo Muyan put her on the rattan chair, pointed to the flowerpots in front of her, "Do you still recognize them?"

In the dim light, several small jasmine plants stand tall and graceful, and two of them are still blooming with small white flowers, which are very delicate and beautiful.

Su Qianqian stepped forward to take a closer look, "You took care of it yourself?"

Bo Muyan smiled triumphantly, "Watering, fertilizing, sheltering from wind and rain, I'm all alone. Is this gardener qualified?"

Su Qianqian nodded, "Barely passed."

The man sighed again, "But whenever the petals wither, I can only watch her wither and be wasted."

Su Qianqian remained silent.

The man gently pinched the tender stem of a flower, and said quietly, "Now that our family's perfumer is back, it will be different!"