After the divorce, Sheng Shao indulged in pampering

On the way, Xia Qinghuan thought about the information Meng Jie had revealed.

I just met Xia Yuan not long ago, and I used up my once-a-month visit, and I have to wait until next month if I want to meet again.

If you want to ask the other party quickly, the only option is to write a letter.

For the sake of her grandparents, she couldn't be indifferent.

I wrote a letter to Xia Yuan, but I didn't mention Meng Jie in the letter, but asked the other party tactfully if there were any other doubts about the sentencing and conviction, and if there was anything I wanted to explain to her.

……

late at night.

Xia Qinghuan woke up to the slight sound of opening the door and the rhythmic knocking sound, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar cinnabar mole.

The drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and she turned over in a jerk, taking a defensive posture.

"you…"

The man looked down at the crutches under him.

"Sheng Yan, not Fu Xiujin."

Knowing that she was in a hurry, he deliberately reported his family name.

The corners of Xia Qinghuan's eyes twitched: "Of course I know such an obvious feature."

"Why did you come? You came without warning, you are breaking into a private house!"

Sheng Yan sat on the edge of the bed familiarly, leaning on the crutches.

"I'll tell you during the day."

Xia Qinghuan opened her mouth.

She didn't expect that the other party could really come!

wrong.

"How did you get in?"

Sheng Yan nodded in a certain direction with his cane head.

"Go through the door and come in."

The veins on Xia Qinghuan's forehead twitched: "Why do you have the key to my house?"

Since the last time she learned that the rental house had changed hands, she took advantage of her free time to pick a new place.

Worried about scaring the snake, she settled here, and after paying the rent and deposit, she didn't even need the deposit for the previous rental, and moved to this rental house overnight.

During the day, Sheng Yan told her to wait in the rental house, but she didn't take it seriously.

After all, she doesn't live in a rental house now, so even if the other party tries to find her, she will only be in vain.

Who knew that Sheng Yan would find this place exactly.

Xia Qinghuan thought of a possibility and dilated her pupils: "Is this house yours too?"

Sheng Yan didn't say anything, but seeing the other party's expression, it was obvious.

No wonder.

The location here is good, the apartment type is good, and all kinds of conditions are very good, but the rent is much lower than that in the same area.

It turned out that Sheng Yan dug a hole and waited for her to jump!

Xia Qinghuan had a headache: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I came all the way here with a cane, and my leg hurts." Sheng Yan's tone weakened, and he could hear a trace of grievance when he listened carefully.

What is wrong with him?

Xia Qinghuan couldn't get used to him: "I didn't ask you to come over in the middle of the night to disturb people's dreams."

That being said, she got out of bed and pinched the other person's injured leg.

"broken?"

Sheng Yan: "Fracture."

Xia Qinghuan looked up at him: "I only have one bed here."

Sheng Yan: "I know."

Well, she didn't need to say that.

Sheng Yan's house, he must be more aware of the room layout.

Xia Qinghuan was so angry that she couldn't control the strength in her hands and squeezed harder.

An unbearable muffled hum sounded.

Sheng Yan's face turned slightly pale, and it seemed that the situation was not very good.

Xia Qinghuan moved lightly: "Shall I send you back?"

Sheng Yan: "If you don't go back, I promised you would take care of me."

Xia Qinghuan held back, but couldn't hold back, and took his crutch in his hand.

"It's so far away, can you come to me on crutches by yourself, and you can't take care of yourself at home?"

Sheng Yan answered quickly: "No."

Xia Qinghuan imagined the crutch as Sheng Yan, and it creaked in her grip.

Just heard a bang.

The wooden crutch broke from it, exposing the characteristic burrs of wood.

She was stunned.

The strength of the martial arts practitioners is a bit stronger, but it is definitely not so exaggerated. What happened just now?

There was a hint of gloating in Sheng Yan's words: "It's even more impossible now."

Xia Qinghuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

She finally understood that this man was too thick-skinned, and he couldn't fight at all.

"The bed is for you, I will sleep on the sofa, call me if you need something."

Sheng Yan patted the bed: "This is for two people."

Does that mean it can sleep two people?

Xia Qinghuan raised her eyebrows, deliberately misinterpreting his meaning.

"You want me to find someone to accompany you in bed?"

Sheng Yan took the opportunity to hold her hand: "You don't need to look for it, there are ready-made ones."

Xia Qinghuan shook off his hand: "You have a fiancee."

"It's gone now," Sheng Yan paused, and added, "It looks like there won't be any more in a short time."

Xia Qinghuan punched the air, her face turned black, and she became angry from embarrassment.

"That is also the prospective fiancee."

"Sun Yuan's crime is neither small nor big. The other people at that time were mostly bruised, and you, her, and the horse were the most injured."

"As long as Ma's expenses are compensated, the Sheng family will not hold her accountable, and the case will be closed in a short time."

"When the time comes, should you get engaged or get engaged?"

Sheng Yan remained silent, probably acquiescing to what she said.

Xia Qinghuan tidied up her clothes and left the bed for Sheng Yan.

One word from Sheng Yan made her stop.

"It's not convenient to take a shower, wash it for me."

Xia Qinghuan turned around suddenly: "You can say such things, how shameless are you?"

Sheng Yan looked calmly: "It's not that I haven't read it, it's just a shower, my legs are inconvenient, of course I need your help."

"Or... what do you want to do?"

In the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, on a big double bed.

This scene alone can write a small composition of no less than [-] words.

What's more, their past times are more than [-] words?

Xia Qinghuan's face suddenly turned red.

She took a deep breath of the cool night air to suppress the heat in her heart.

"Don't wash it if it's inconvenient, I'm not a clean freak."

Sheng Yan's clothes were neat and tidy, and his body was always surrounded by a faint smell of cedar, elegant and pleasant, not dirty at all.

It's a big deal to change the sheets and bedding.

In short, it was absolutely, absolutely impossible for her to bathe Sheng Yan with her own hands!

"What about...the legs?" Sheng Yan raised the corners of his lips, and a pair of peach-blossom eyes fixed on her.

Xia Qinghuan accepted it well: "Sit still and don't move, I'll wash it for you."

After serving the uncle Sheng Yan, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She lay down on the sofa, wrapped herself in a thin blanket, and fell asleep.

After a while, there were small voices in the house.

Sheng Yan leaned on crutches, walked softly in front of Xia Qinghuan, and stared at her face.

After an unknown amount of time, he stroked her hair, leaned over to kiss the corner of her lips, and quietly returned to the bed.

At the same moment, Xia Qinghuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned over.