Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

There was a muffled thunder from the sky, and the first spring rain of the year was falling densely.

On Qingzhuan Street, people came and went trotting away one after another, either going home, or finding a spacious roof to hide from the rain.

Wen Nan'an blinked slowly, feeling the fine raindrops falling on his face, as if he realized it belatedly, it was raining.

The wound on his face was still not fully healed, and it was stinging with rain.

Her wrists and knees were all broken, so she could only twist and move sideways like a humble ant.

Every time, there was a dull pain, and the pampered skin rubbed against the rough ground, and immediately rubbed red and swollen wounds.

It will be honed into a cocoon day after day.

The hair that had been carefully cared for was now messy, knotted and unkempt. She wanted to endure the pain and struggle to the side of the street, but was surprised by the tourists who were hiding from the rain by the eaves.

The girl's eyes were full of horror and disgust, and she quickly took two steps to the side.

She coquettishly told her boyfriend about her fright, which made the boy proudly step forward two steps forward and kicked her hard.

Kicked Wen Nan'an, who had just climbed out of the short distance, back to his original position.

The rain was getting heavier, rustling on the already thin clothes, Wen Nan'an panted, staring at the dry land under the eaves, and didn't move for a while.

She used to think that she was smart and intelligent, so she could not miss anything, and even all the reactions of Jian Feng after she found out would be within her expectation.

She never regrets what she has done.

But now, she seems to have regretted it.

Regret was like a sea, gnawing at her heart day and night.

But it's not that I regret that I shouldn't do this, but that I shouldn't speculate on people's hearts and neglect the backhand, so that I can fall into such a situation.

Wen Nan'an guessed that the video of the police interrogation would definitely be sent to Jane's front cover.

He was generous and honest, and even spared no effort in describing it in detail.

She wanted to make Jian Feng angry, she had better lose her mind, come to see her in person and kill her.

But when he was shoved into the car covered with a pitch-black hood, his face was slashed with a sharp knife, and his hands and feet were abruptly broken.

What Wen Nan'an thought of in a trance was Yu Zhaozhao.

Yu Zhaozhao escaped a few times, was caught and beaten a few times.

Those eyes are always shining like stars, full of unyielding and stubbornness.

He and Yu Zhaozhao looked at each other, it was obvious that the other party was the one lying underneath covered with scars, Wen Nan'an couldn't help but feel that he was the one who was at a disadvantage.

The rain was too heavy, forming a continuous line, covering the sky.

The people hiding from the rain waited for a long time before the situation subsided, and they left one after another, and she was the only one left on the street.

Crouching silently on the ground, it seemed like a dirty rag that was thrown away casually.

No one cares, no one cares.

And when night fell, someone with strong feet lifted her up casually and brought her to Sen Leng Cemetery.

Pressing her broken leg bones, she was put into a straight kneeling posture.

After being drenched in the rain for most of the day, she seemed to have a fever. She looked up at the layered cemetery. The sky was dark and gloomy, and her wet eyelashes were covered with mist.

Yu Zhaozhao's tomb is in front of her, but her guards will not let her kneel in front of the tomb.

——The day Yu Zhaozhao found her, it was also raining silvery white.

The girl's eyes were half-bent, bright and energetic, "You look so small!"

"I'm sorry, but I pre-booked Jian Feng. If there are no accidents, I won't be able to let her go for the rest of my life."

"I heard that you skipped a grade, little sister, you should study hard, don't waste your talent."

Obviously she is not very old, but she still pretends to be a confidant sister.

Wen Nan'an wanted to taunt his lips, but the corners of his dry lips could not move.

Her whole body was full of fine and continuous pains, like insects and ants gnawing on her, and it also reminded her of the day when she saw Yu Zhaozhao again.

The girl was in a mess, and she was obviously very surprised when she saw her.

Those fierce eyes also dimmed, "It's you."

It's like a polite greeting when old friends meet.

With a bitter look on his face, he muttered softly to himself.

"What can I do, the little painter must blame himself to death."

"Hey—I know he has the potential to become a blue-faced disaster."

Wen Nan'an thought, even without Jian Feng, she would still hate Yu Zhaozhao.

She is dark and despicable, like a lonely creature crawling on the ground.

And Yu Zhaozhao is bright and brilliant, and she makes the simple daily life very enjoyable.

Even if you go to die, you are extremely calm.

The sound of thunder came from the dark sky, which brought Wen Nan'an back from his thoughts.

Her body was already numb, and the wound on her face began to bleed again, and she tasted a little blood on the corner of her lips.

And the night was just beginning.

/

Wen Yanshan went to see Wen Tingxue.

The woman was sitting on a chair, with a hardcover book in front of her, as if she was reading it very seriously.

The eyes are empty.

Noticing the movement of Wen Yanshan entering the door, Wen Tingxue suddenly raised her head, unable to restrain herself, "Patriarch, can I go out now?"

After all the electronic devices were confiscated, Wen Tingxue only felt that he was sitting in a prison with no sentence.

Wen Yanshan's expression was gloomy. He usually gave people the impression that he was kind and easy to talk to, with a strong sense of responsibility, and he often seemed too worried.

But there was never such an ugly moment.

"Did Wen Nan'an come to see you?"

Wen Tingxue's eyes flashed, and she subconsciously wanted to veto it.

Hearing the man in front of her in a flat tone, "She has been arrested for intentional homicide, the evidence is solid, and the confession is clear."

The heavy hardcover book suddenly fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

Wen Tingxue's face was pale, and she couldn't hide her panic, "How is it possible, isn't it just a few photos?"

Wen Yanshan sighed, "Master Huo told me that you must have provided those photos, but I still couldn't believe it."

Seeing what Wen Tingxue had to say, Wen Yanshan had no intention of listening.

"Pack up your luggage today, the plane will take you abroad tomorrow, and you will never come back again."

"Tang Sui Wan, she is the wife of Patriarch Huo, and a child of the Jian family who is as precious as jewels. Even yesterday, Ruan Hui called me."

"Don't say it's you, even I can't afford to provoke her."

"I am the head of the Wen family, so I should consider for the Wen family."

/

When this matter came to an end, Jian Feng became seriously ill and lost a whole circle of weight.

When he had a fever, his consciousness was a little blurred, and he was still chanting Yu Zhaozhao's name intermittently.

After Mr. Jian applied the needle, Tang Suiwan entered the room with warm Chinese medicinal liquid.

Jian Feng was awake, his eyes fixed in mid-air, not knowing what he was thinking.

Noticing Tang Suiwan's coming in, his brows and eyes softened suddenly, and he smiled slightly, "It's too late to trouble you."

"As long as grandpa recovers, I'd be happy to serve you a bowl." Tang Suiwan quickly glanced at his hair that had turned completely gray in just two or three days, pursed his lips and smiled, trying his best to be relaxed and lively.

Jian Feng also laughed, took the porcelain bowl, and drank the bitter liquid in it in one go.

Face does not change color.

When putting down the porcelain bowl, Jian Feng unconsciously rubbed the small photo in his palm, and said to Tang Suiwan, "I'm going to sketch after a while, right?"

Tang Suiwan nodded.

Jian Feng: "I've seen all of your paintings. The basic skills are very solid, and the aura is also sufficient. The only fly in the ointment is the brushwork, which still seems a bit stagnant and stiff... Let's practice more brushstrokes before I go to paint."

Looking at the girl's suddenly solemn eyebrows, Jian Feng also realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and said with a smile, "What are you thinking, I just want to take Zhao Zhao out for a walk while the legs are still flexible."

The jade bottle on the chest was dyed with scorching warmth, which tended to be consistent with the body temperature.

Half-dream and half-awake, Jian Feng's fingertips rested on the jade bottle hanging down his chest, and he always had a trance illusion, as if there was a small beating heart hidden in it, which was at the same level as the heartbeat in his chest.

"Before, it was for searching, but now, I just want to show Zhaozhao."

"I promised her that we will travel together in the mountains and rivers."

"—I missed the appointment for too long, I hope it's not too late to pick it up now."