Back to 1985: Spicy Pretty Wife

These things have professional talents and teams to investigate and deal with.

In his position, he is not in that position now, and there is no need to take care of these things.

Si Moyan naturally understood what master Si meant, and he didn\'t refute it.

And when the old man mentioned Gu qiaoyue, he didn\'t have the heart to think about anything else. He was still waiting for his wife at home.

When she left, her injury was still not good, and I don\'t know how it is now. She must have been worried about it during this time.

"Then I\'ll go back."

Sima Yan said no more, and almost couldn\'t wait to go home.

At the door, I saw Gu qiaoyue standing in the yard.

The originally tight expression melted completely at the moment of seeing her, and the smile on the corners of the lips was extremely gentle.

Under her smiling gaze, he stepped forward quickly and took her hand:

"Why did you come out in such a hot day? How\'s your body? Does it still hurt?"

The big hand gently stroked the wound on her back, moving gently and carefully, for fear of touching her wound and making her feel pain.

Gu qiaoyue shook her head with a smile: "it doesn\'t hurt anymore. Is Zhang Hu okay?"

"Well, it has been saved, but now people are cultivating in Europe."

Si Moyan naturally took Gu qiaoyue\'s hand and helped her to the house. While walking, he asked with concern:

"Have you asked the doctor to check these two days? Is the wound well?"

"Much better. The doctor suggested that you can walk properly to speed up the recovery of the wound."

Gu qiaoyue sat down on the sofa with the help of Si Moyan. She turned her head and looked at Si Moyan, who looked a little tired. She said, "go upstairs and have a rest first. You must be tired these days."

Si Moyan looked at her with gentle eyes, smiled and nodded, but he didn\'t get up. Instead, he came closer to her, leaned his head on her shoulder and whispered softly:

"Miss you so much."

"Well, I miss you too."

Gu qiaoyue also gently stroked his head, like stroking a little pet, with a particularly soft expression on his face.

The worries of these days were implemented at the moment when I saw him. At this moment, I felt his unique breath and felt extra relieved.

"Well, go upstairs and have a good sleep."

She said softly, gently rubbing her fingers on the blue and black of his eyes, which were distressed.

Si Moyan was worried about her injury. Although he wanted to lean against her all the time, he really loved her. He sat up straight without leaning for a while. He even looked at Gu qiaoyue seriously and said:

"You stay with me."

Gu Qiao\'s matchmaker\'s face was red, and he bit his lip lightly.

Then Si Moyan said, "I have to look at the wound on your back to be at ease."

Just now, her mother-in-law hasn\'t come back, otherwise she\'s embarrassed. After all, it\'s not the case that two people are in the bedroom in the daytime.

Thinking that he ronghua would not be back until more than 5 p.m., and it was just after noon, Gu qiaoyue was relieved and nodded in agreement.

As soon as Si Moyan was happy, he was as happy as a child. He got up, grabbed her horizontally and strode towards the upstairs bedroom.

Gu qiaoyue blushed embarrassed, shrunk her head into his arms, put her hand around his neck, sniffed the familiar smell on him, and whispered:

"It will take a few days. The doctor said he couldn\'t exercise violently."

Sima Yan looked at the red face in his arms. He was thinking wildly, but his heart was even more rippling. His fatigue seems to have disappeared these days.

He was rather disappointed and said, "how long will it take?"

"It\'s estimated to take a month or so."

Gu qiaoyue\'s voice is like a mosquito. If you don\'t listen carefully, you can\'t really hear it.

Sima Yan\'s face was smiling, but his tone was very disappointed:

"Ah, it will take so long."

Gu qiaoyue blushed even more. She would be ashamed of such a thing, wouldn\'t she.

She bowed her head and dared not speak.

When she got to the bedroom, she was put on the bed by Si Moyan. She quickly fell down, pointed to her back and said, "then look quickly. After reading, I\'ll go downstairs."

Sima Yan looked at her rare and clever appearance, and the smile on her lips was more tender and honey.

He sat down, lifted the clothes behind her, looked at the clearly visible wound on his back, his eyes sank, and there was anger in the bottom of his eyes.

The tone is still gentle and said: "girl, will you accompany me to have a good sleep?"

I really haven\'t slept with her for a long time.

His fingers gently rubbed the wound on her back, and the anger in his eyes Rose, but his tone was more and more gentle:

"I\'ll take a bath. You wait. Don\'t worry. If you\'re not well, let\'s go to bed. You can endure strenuous exercise. When your injury is well, I\'ll make up for you."

As he said this, he pulled down the clothes on her back, got up, took the clothes and took a bath.

At the moment of turning around, the anger in the bottom of my eyes Rose, and the whole person was filled with a breath of strangers.

Seeing the injury behind Gu qiaoyue, he can think of song. He really wants to cut them thousands of times.

In the bathroom, the cold water washed his body and his anger.

So full of anger, Si Moyan never wanted to show himself in front of his girl.

Song family

Sima Yan clenched his fist, looked up and let the cold water wash his face.

In the bedroom, Gu qiaoyue blushed, looked at Si Moyan\'s back and waved his fist at him.

What person? What do you mean? When she\'s ready, make good compensation to her. It seems that she wants to be a woman.

After all, who wants to be dissatisfied all day, holds her back to the bedroom as soon as she comes back, and asks her to sleep with her. Obviously, he wants to die, but he still pretends to be celibate and gives her the black pot.

Too much!

Thinking so in her heart, her face was gentle, and her eyes could not erase the tenderness.

She lay in bed and waited for him silently.

She missed him, too.

Although she was recovering from the injury these days, she couldn\'t help worrying about Si Moyan since he left. In order not to let this worry occupy her whole life, she began to deal with work at home when she was a little better.

However, those worries and thoughts can not be suppressed by work.

In the dead of night, I still miss him. I can\'t help picking up the phone and want to call him. I talk to him on the phone as usual.

Often at this time, she can\'t help muttering: habit is really a terrible thing.

Then silently put down the phone, took his pillow, held it in his arms, smelled his breath, and often didn\'t go to bed until very late.