Chapter 147

"Don't cry."

Jiang shaoxun's voice scared Chang Huan to get a meal stuck in her throat. Her face turned red and she pressed her neck in a hurry. She couldn't go up or down in a breath.

Jiang shaoxun can't be angry, so he quickly takes water to Chang Huan to moisten her throat.

Chang Huan managed to swallow with water, but she just moved too much, and a burst of irritating acid poured in. She covered her lips and ran to the bathroom. Lying on the toilet, she spat up, spitting out all the food she had just crammed in.

But Jiang shaoxun didn't dislike her. His eyes hurt him and he patted her on the back.

Aunt fan has already comforted Lu Xiangyuan. She thinks that what Changhuan is doing today is beyond reproach. The young master has almost disabled people, and people are tortured like that. If that person can't bear the blow, he will commit suicide. Changhuan will always remember this, which is not conducive to the development of his relationship with the young master.

That's why aunt fan promised Chang Huan to help enlighten Lu Xiangyuan. As soon as she came back, she heard the sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom. When she looked up, she saw Jiang shaoxun patting Chang Huan on the back.

vomit?

Is it difficult to have it again?

If there is another one, the master's objection will not be so big. Besides, the young master knows how to be considerate now, which is much better than that. Aunt fan goes back to her room happily and changes her wet clothes.

Changhuan vomited enough. She took the warm water from Jiang shaoxun and gargled. Then she took the warm wet towel from him and wiped her face.

She's suffering now.

Jiang shaoxun cleaned up her mess and picked her up from the ground.

Changhuan lies in his arms, depressed, tonight he slapped her hard, and then give her a candy, don't think he made up for it, she will forgive him.

Aunt fan changed her wet clothes from the room, and then saw the young master holding Changhuan back to the room. She immediately showed a smile like an old mother. If she did, she had to let the kitchen study the recipe, and then inadvertently revealed it to housekeeper Yin, who would certainly tell the master.

Aunt fan had a quick calculation in her mind.

As for Chang Huan and Jiang shaoxun, they didn't know what little sister fan was thinking.

Jiang shaoxun returns to his room with Chang Huan in his arms. Chang Huan lies upright on the bed and doesn't want to move.

Jiang shaoxun looked at the weak Changhuan, today's thing is clearly her wrong, why now, he has to coax her?

He asked awkwardly, "are you better?"

Changhuan's small temper also comes up. She turns over and ignores Jiang shaoxun. When she comes back, she has already apologized to him. He has to let her eat so much food. Is it not clear that he wants to support her?

No, she served it herself. She served so much for herself.

Stomach is still very uncomfortable, Changhuan light press his uncomfortable place, Jiang shaoxun hand over, want to ease some for her, but she a pat off his hand.

Jiang shaoxun's hands are stiff in the air, and his patience is exhausted by Changhuan. Moring's anger spreads. He gets up and leaves. As soon as he gets up, the person lying on the bed jumps up and hugs him from behind.

Jiang shaoxun looked down at the catkin hands holding his waist. He wanted to move forward two steps. She hugged him more tightly. Her face was close to his waist, and she could feel the warm breath she sprayed on his waist through her clothes.

"Let go."

No, Chang Huan saw that he had never sat down, and simply climbed up, little by little, with both hands flexibly climbing up his great shoulder. It seemed that this was not enough. She hung up her legs, wrapped his strong waist, and the whole person was close behind him like an octopus.

They were in a stalemate. Her long hair fell on his neck and gently scratched him like a feather. The fragrance of flowers came from her. She was so tight that Jiang shaoxun's Adam's apple slipped up and down and declared once again: "let go."

She is as stubborn as a child, muttering in a low voice: "if you say to put it, you will not put it."

Jiang shaoxun's powerful hands around her, dragged her to the door, raised his feet and kicked the door: "lock the door."

His voice is hoarse and mellow, his whole body muscles are tight, how can Changhuan not know what he wants to do now after staying with him for such a long time? She put her hand on the doorknob and jumped down from him quickly, trying to escape.

Before he opened the door, he put his arms around her waist and covered her little hands. He taught her how to lock the door.

Changhuan is kicked to the board: "fourth brother, we have something to say, don't move."

"Good." The man once lightly kisses her delicate neck, "I don't move hands and feet, I move waist."

Changhuan was left on the bed, all the screams were swallowed by him, she just asked him to forgive, but did not expect that there would be such a thing next, can she escape?

When her clothes were left on the ground, she wanted to cry without tears. She just hugged him. As for expressing his love in this way?

Jiang shaoxun gently kisses her full and smooth forehead. After being kissed, her clear eyes are shining, and her shell teeth nibble her lower lip, like a blooming lily, delicate and beautiful. He says: "I'm not going to be an example."

This is to forgive her, Chang Huan just grinned, but also toward him mischievously salute: "to make."

He rubbed her waist with a rough hand: "I miss you."

With such a deep hint, Chang Huan blushed and her fingertips curled slightly. Jiang shaoxun chuckled in her ear. That night, he was extremely gentle. He had kisses all over her body, but he especially loved the scar on her abdomen.

Changhuan seems to be lying on a boat, allowing the rippling water to float away.

She sank, whispered, begged for mercy, and stayed up all night.

On that day, Chang Huan was still in bed, and Jiang shaoxun had already pulled her out of bed, not only dressed herself up, but also dressed Chang Huan himself.

As soon as the Civil Affairs Bureau opened the door, he took Chang Huan by the hand and became the first couple to register today.

Until long Huan holding himself and his red book, still think that he is in a dream, she put her face to Jiang shaoxun, pointed to his cheek: "you hit me."

Changhuan is so tired that she is still in a confused state from getting up to now. Jiang shaoxun kisses her cheek and smiles in her eyes.

Chang Huan covers his cheek. It's not a dream. It's true.

She looked over and over at the photos of her and Jiang shaoxun, in which she was sleepy, while Jiang shaoxun showed her best mental state.

Chang Huan held his face and wailed: "fourth brother, why don't you tell me to get the license today, so that I can have a beauty sleep. You see, my dark circles are so heavy, my skin is so dark, and my eyes are so dull."