The charming girl from the 70s seduces her rough husband until he vomits blood

After Jiang Shan finished speaking, she walked around Han Changzhou and walked into the house.

Seeing the four dishes and one soup on the dining table, she turned back to look at Han Changzhou: "Uncle Wu, please wait a moment, I will go and heat the food for you."

After Jiang Shan finished speaking, she went to the kitchen with two dishes.

Han Changzhou originally wanted to go over and help, but when he thought of Jiang Shan's words of 'old man', he felt depressed and panicked.

Since he was an old man, there was no need to work. He walked to the sofa angrily, picked up the newspaper he had not finished reading in the afternoon, and started reading it again.

Just when she was feeling upset, Jiang Shan's exclamation of "Ah" suddenly came from the kitchen.

He threw down the newspaper, stood up quickly, went over and opened the kitchen door, and saw Jiang Shan waving her hands in a hissing voice.

He stepped forward and held the other person's wrist. Seeing that her mouth was red, he frowned: "What's going on?"

"I heated up the soup and when I poured it into the small porcelain basin, I poured it too quickly. The soup splashed out and fell on my hands."

Han Changzhou immediately took Jiang Shan's wrist, took her to the faucet, turned on the faucet and poured cold water on her.

The burning sensation just now turned into stinging pain after being swept by the cold water, until the pain slowly disappeared.

He just held her hand and held her for nearly ten minutes.

At first, Jiang Shan's attention was still on her hand, but as the pain disappeared, she realized that the two were very close at the moment.

She looked sideways and saw Han Changzhou bending slightly, with a serious but extremely handsome face, just a dozen centimeters in front of her.

She could clearly see the light stubble on his chin and the reflection of the slightly curled eyelashes in his deep dark pupils.

Sensing Jiang Shan's gaze, Han Changzhou moved his eyes from her hands to her face: "What? It still hurts?"

Jiang Shan immediately withdrew her gaze from sizing up the other person, shook her head, and wanted to take her hand back: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then what are you looking at me for? Do you have something to say?"

Jiang Shan felt as guilty as a child who was caught stealing candy, so she grinned and said frankly: "It's nothing, I just think that Uncle Wu, you are really good-looking. I'm afraid you were confused when you were young. There are quite a few little girls.”

Seeing that she could talk nonsense again, and thinking that it really didn't hurt anymore, Han Changzhou let go of her hand, turned off the faucet, and said with a stern face, "Let's go to the hospital."

"Why go?"

"You're burned, you need medicine."

"No need," she looked down at the back of her hand which was only slightly red, "it doesn't hurt anymore. Just put some medicine on it and apply some sesame oil."

After she finished speaking, she turned around to look for sesame oil, but Han Changzhou frowned. What a nonsense, why are you touching sesame oil?

He took Jiang Shan's wrist and led her out of the kitchen.

He had seen a small medicine box under the TV cabinet before, and wondered if there would be suitable medicine in it.

He asked Jiang Shan to sit on the sofa and went to get the medicine box and open it.

Tian Wenzhe studied medicine after all, so he had quite a complete set of daily medicines at home. In addition to medicines for headaches, brain fever, diarrhea and enteritis, he also had a small iron can of medicine for burns.

He took the ointment and came to the sofa. After dipping it with his fingers, he spread his palm upwards with one hand, holding Jiang Shan's hand, and rubbed circles around her mouth with the other hand. He gently spread the ointment evenly on the red and swollen areas, and felt an instant cooling sensation. spread.

But at this moment, Jiang Shan's attention fell on Han Changzhou's face again: "Fifth uncle, you are really good-looking..."

Han Changzhou did not raise his head, but said calmly: "If you want to talk nonsense again, just shut your mouth."

Jiang Shan chuckled softly: "Why don't you let others praise you? If you praise me, I will definitely not refute you. If you don't believe you, you will praise me."

Han Changzhou raised his eyes and glanced at her: "You always speak like this...have you no shame?"

"I'm not ashamed anymore. I can't even tell the truth. Besides, am I so unworthy of praise? Others say I'm good-looking and have a good figure. Don't you see it? Don't It’s... you have no vision.”

Han Changzhou sighed helplessly. There was really nothing he could do to her. He lowered his head and continued to apply the medicine. He only said, "Are you always so bold when talking to men?"

Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment: "I just asked you to praise me, how can I be bold?"

"Is it appropriate to talk to a man about my appearance and figure...?"

Jiang Shan thought for a while: "It seems inappropriate, but I don't regard you as a man."

Han Changzhou's hand that was making circles at her tiger's mouth stopped, and he raised his eyes with a heavy look: "What did you say?"

Jiang Shan shrank her neck when she saw the inexplicably sharp look in her eyes. Did she just say something wrong?

no.

"I don't treat you as a man. If I call you Uncle Wu, you are my elder. I always say whatever I want in front of my elders."

Han Changzhou's hand, which was originally open to support her palm, suddenly tightened and held her five slender fingers in his hand.

Jiang Shan glanced down and tried to pull her hand out, but failed.

When she raised her eyes again, she saw Han Changzhou's figure approaching a little closer.

She tensed up and leaned back: "Five...Uncle Five, what's wrong?"

"Are you scared? Am I not an elder? The elder is just a little closer to you. What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Shan was not afraid, it was just that... Han Changzhou was too close to her now, so close that their breaths were intertwined.

This reminded her of the scene when she went to the supply and marketing cooperative yesterday to buy things.

She swallowed unconsciously: "Uncle Fifth, my elders will not be so close to me."

Han Changzhou sneered: "When you were little, your parents didn't hug you? When they hugged you, weren't they so close?"

Jiang Shan:……

Her heart was about to jump out of her chest. How could this person have such a strong sense of oppression?

Han Changzhou continued to approach, and the distance between their faces was now less than ten centimeters.

The corners of his lips curved: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Jiang Shan pushed his shoulder with her uninjured hand, sat back for a few minutes, and the two finally distanced themselves.

Han Changzhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are at home, can you fight with your elders?"

"You were too close to me just now, and we are not related by blood. You were so close to me, and I..." She was so nervous that she couldn't breathe at all.

Han Changzhou finally let go of his hand holding her fingertips: "Very good, then keep this in mind. I am just a false elder that you can call fifth uncle in name. You and I have no blood relationship."

Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment.

The corners of Han Changzhou's lips curled up slightly, revealing a joke that Jiang Shan had never seen before, which was incompatible with his previous indifferent image. His thin lips parted: "Now, do you still need me to praise how good your figure is?"