The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

The moonlight was deserted, and a little bit of light spilled into the house through the window lattice.

The two people on the couch were sleeping in the same direction.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Mo lowered his head to look at Yan Qing with calm eyes. The man was huddled in his arms obediently, breathing gently, as if he was fast asleep.

He was obviously afraid and wronged, but he wanted to comfort him with his wounds all over his body.This kind of banquet made Zhou Mo feel bad, as long as he thought of this man's distraught appearance, he would like to kill Xie Yibai.

There was a long silence on the bed before some small voices came again.

Zhou Mo withdrew his hand from Yan Qing's neck very slowly, quietly, trying to sit up.Just as he drew his hand halfway, a warm palm covered him.

Zhou Mo paused and dared not move again.

The person in the couch didn't speak, just tickled his fingers lightly.

Zhou Mo lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "Did it wake you up?"

Yan Qing didn't answer, but asked him warmly, "It's so late, where is Ah Mo going?"

Zhou Mo looked at Yan Qing hesitantly, withdrew his hand and said, "It's just a small solution."

"Ah Mo," Yan Qing turned around, looked up at Zhou Mo under the moonlight, then pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Your eyes don't seem to be able to hide things very well."

Yan Qingchao Zhou Mo stretched out his hand, his long hair was scattered on one side, and there was some warmth in his eyes, staring at Zhou Mo brightly.

Zhou Mo sighed softly, lay down and hugged him into his arms again.

The hand that had just hugged him passed through Zhou Mo's waist lightly, clenched behind the man's back, and surrounded Zhou Mo.In such a sleeping position, if she wanted to leave again, Yan Qing would definitely be alarmed.

Zhou Mo stroked a strand of hair, and twirled it with his fingertips, the astringency in his heart increased.

He didn't say anything, but Yan Qing still saw through him at a glance.

He did lie, he just didn't want to be so cheap and still lying on the ground.

"Ah Mo," the person in his arms muffled, "don't leave me here alone."

After a long time, Zhou Mo responded in a low voice.

The recent autumn rains have gradually brought down the temperature in this small place.

A soft muffled cough came from Zhoumo's ear in his sleep.

After what happened yesterday, Zhou Mo is now always very sensitive to faint voices in his ears.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a half-turned person in front of him.

Zhou Mo's gaze first fell on Yan Qing's slightly opened collar, staring at the white and crystal-clear skin for a while, then raised his head, and met Yan Qing's eyes.

Seeing him wake up, Yan Qing pulled back her numb arm, "Go back to sleep, all the bruises are coming out."

As soon as the words finished, Yan Qing didn't seem to hold back, she turned her head to cover her lips and coughed twice quickly, and said again, "You have such heavy eye circles, did you go to be a thief at night?"

Whether he was a thief or not, Yan Qing knew in his heart that Anwen, who had always slept, kept moving last night, and he probably didn't fall asleep for half the night.

Zhou Mo didn't answer, sat up and frowned slightly, "Why are you coughing?"

Yan Qing's face was a little abnormally red, and Zhou Mo couldn't resist stuffing his hands into the quilt, tucking the quilt back, only allowing him to show his head.

Yan Qing looked at Zhou Mo blankly.

"I'll make you some ginger soup and lie down."

Yan Qing blinked, watching the people around her get up and get out of bed.

Zhou Mo was busy on the kitchen table, but his peripheral vision kept falling on the person on the couch.

This person looked at him with wide eyes at first, then uncontrollably drooped his eyelids, and now he was breathing slowly with his eyes slightly closed.

Neither of them slept well last night.

Zhou Mo lit the firewood, intending to make him sleep first and drink later.

Feeling the cold wind blowing in from the cracks in the house, Zhou Mo raised his head and began to look at the room they were living in now.

It's late autumn and the temperature is cold. This dilapidated house can't stand the cold of winter at all. Thinking of Yan Qing's weak physique, Zhou Mo plans to improve the environment as soon as possible.

"Qing'er," Zhou Mo pushed the person on the bed, saw the person slowly opened his eyes, and helped him up, "Drink some ginger soup."

Yan Qing always listened to Zhou Mo's words, even if he was still a little dazed, he could follow Zhou Mo's words, order and move, and when Jiang Tang entered his mouth, Qing Jun's face became vivid.

He held the spoon in his mouth with a bitter face, neither swallowed nor spit out, he just looked up at Zhoumo pitifully.

Zhou Mo pushed the spoon a little further, "Be obedient."

Yan Qing lowered her eyes, stared at the soup in front of her eyes, closed her eyes and swallowed it all.

"Amo—"

Before the word "bitter" could be uttered, a sweet candied fruit was stuffed into Yan Qing's mouth, and his face immediately looked better.

Zhou Mo said, "Yesterday, the other person's table went smoothly."

Yan Qing also tasted it, he ate more of this during the dinner, Zhou Mo saw that people liked it, so he brought some back.

Seeing this, Yan Qing felt a burst of warmth in his heart, even the ginger soup couldn't cover the sweetness in his heart.

Seeing that the man finished the ginger soup obediently, Zhou Mo frowned a lot, "Sleep again?"

Yan Qing was indeed a little sleepy, so he nodded.

Zhou Mo stared at Yan Qing, hesitating for a long time, and confessed truthfully, "Qing'er, I want to go out for a while."

Yan Qing was taken aback.

In the past, when Zhou Mo went out, he would directly tell him where to go, but this time... probably he wanted to settle accounts with Xie Yibai again.

Yan Qing stretched out her hand from under the quilt, tugged at the corner of Zhoumo's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Ah Mo, I'm fine, it's because of her that you let you pity me... I'm a blessing in disguise."

When Zhou Mo heard the name, his expression turned cold, "Without her, wouldn't I treat you well?"

Yan Qing blinked, "Of course it's excellent, but Ah Mo, murder is against the law..."

He didn't want Zhou Mo to get blood on his hands.

Zhou Mo didn't speak, his fists turned white.

Yan Qing called him again in a low voice.

After being silent for a long time, Zhou Mo said coldly again, "Isn't it okay to beat him to vent his anger?"

Yan Qing looked at Zhou Mo who had retreated a little, and laughed softly, just when he was about to continue to comfort him, there were urgent shouts from outside the door.

"Aunt Song, Aunt Song, something happened!" The strange female voice said eagerly, "Xie Yibai has something wrong! Come and see with me!"

The two people on the bed paused, and then looked at each other.

Zhou Mo stood up, "I'll go and have a look."

The person who came to look for Aunt Song in the morning found Xie Yibai on the side of the road. She smelled of alcohol all over her body. She was lying by the stream, half of her body submerged in the water. The passer-by thought she was dead and hesitated for a while. Went to turn people over.

After feeling his breath, he hurried to find Aunt Song to show it to her.

Zhou Mo really wanted to watch the excitement and see if there was anything that could make him worse, but Yan Qing stared at him closely, so he gave up.

He can't watch the excitement, but Song Yue can.

Song Yue had always been at odds with Xie Yibai, and when she heard that something had happened, she almost had to take care of yesterday's wedding party and blow a circle around the village.

But because it was her mother who practiced medicine, she was too embarrassed to be too obvious, so she quietly watched the excitement, and hurried back to the same boat, Mo Yanqing, and said.

Song Yue smiled happily, "I didn't like her a long time ago, she deserves it, let her go around molesting good men every day, it must be retribution."

"If you want me to tell you, I must have drunk too much. I lay down by the river all night, and who can be blamed for being paralyzed from the cold."

"But the injuries on her body seem to be man-made." Song Yue paused, and then said, "Oh, I went to the bridal chamber yesterday, if I saw her fall on the ground, I would have to kick her a few times to relieve my anger. .”

Yan Qing knew that this was Zhou Mo's handwriting, so she glanced at Zhou Mo silently, and whispered, "Did Aunt Song say anything?"

"What can I say, my mother can't get used to her, so save her when she's injured, and save her life. Does the rest have anything to do with my mother? My mother just treats the sick and saves people."

Song Yue babbled again, talked for a long time, and then suddenly remembered that her mother should come back soon, so she hurriedly left, "Stop talking, I'm off to read, don't say I've been here!"

Zhou Mo stared at Song Yue's leaving back, thoughtfully.

"Ah Mo, will you vent your anger?" Yan Qing said.

Zhou Mo turned his head to look at Yan Qing who was sitting on the side, and said frankly, "I should have stripped her clothes last night, maybe she would have frozen to death."

Yan Qing: "..."

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感谢在2021-05-1223:41:38~2021-05-1323:08:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Examiner a1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: half 10 bottles; examiner a5 bottles; rabbit rabbit rabbit 2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!