Chapter 163

Jiang shaoxun wanted to send song Mianmian back to her bedroom, but when she got to the door, she stood still. She shook her head at Jiang shaoxun. "Shaoxun, I'm afraid to sleep here alone. Look at the shadow outside the window, I dare not sleep at night. I haven't had a good rest these days."

Jiang shaoxun immediately said: "I let aunt fan sleep with you."

Song Mianmian shook his head: "aunt fan has fallen asleep. I'll leave now. Otherwise, you and Changhuan will quarrel with me. I'm sorry."

Now it's so late, how could Jiang shaoxun be willing to send song Mianmian away? Song Mianmian used to be afraid of these things. Now without him, she has to learn to adapt slowly.

"I won't send you away. I'll change your room."

Song Mianmian said weakly: "can you sleep on the opposite side of your room, so Changhuan can see what I do, and she won't think about it."

Jiang shaoxun doesn't have a girl's careful mind. When he listens to it, he thinks it's reasonable. For him, where song Mianmian rests is also a rest.

Changhuan tidies up her emotions. She goes out from Jiang shaoxun's bedroom. Now, only her baby son can comfort her.

But as soon as he went out, he saw Jiang shaoxun bring song Mianmian over. They went to the bedroom opposite his room.

Her room is next to Jiang shaoxun's, and the woman's room is opposite him. If you don't look up, you will meet each other. What is this?

Where did Jiang shaoxun put her wife?

Why humiliate her like this?

Changhuan's nose is sour and her eyes are sore, but she looks at Song Mianmian fiercely.

Song Mianmian was frightened by her eyes and said apologetically, "sorry, Changhuan."

While saying I'm sorry, he does this kind of thing. Jiang shaoxun sees Changhuan's fierce eyes, frowns, and embraces song Mianmian.

The housekeeper has been cleaning the bedroom. It's clean.

Song Mianmian takes off her coat. When she takes off her coat, Jiang shaoxun sees the scar on her chest from her slightly transparent pajamas. His eyes are distressed. In order to return to him, she puts up with all the pain and changes her heart. The scar is the evidence.

Song Mianmian's cough revived Jiang shaoxun. He looked at her painfully: "I'll get some medicine for you."

Song Mianmian nodded weakly: "good."

Jiang shaoxun went out of the bedroom and saw Chang Huan still standing at the door. He went over and took Chang Huan's hand. He wanted her to loosen her fist, but Chang Huan threw away his hand.

"Don't make trouble. Mianmian just has no place to live for the time being. Just stay here for a few days. You can bear more. She's not in good health."

Changhuan a tear fell from her eyes, she has been forbearing not to cry, but he said this sentence, but defeated all her defense, he said that the woman's health is not good, let her bear more, then who will bear her?

How many days? It's more than a few days?

Chang Huan asked him in a hoarse voice: "can you do whatever you want if you are not in good health? She can live in someone else's husband's house because of her poor health? "

Jiang shaoxun's patience was worn away. He yelled: "Nie Changhuan."

He assailed her. He assailed her for the sake of that woman. He looked at Jiang shaoxun calmly and suddenly raised his lips. She turned away with a sad smile.

Jiang shaoxun looks at Changhuan's back. She is considerate. Soon she will understand him, and he doesn't explain much. Then she goes to take medicine for song Mianmian.

This night, Changhuan is lying on her bed with didiao in her arms. She hears the footsteps outside the door and song Mianmian's slight cough.

The man named Jiang shaoxun, who is her husband, stayed up all night and took care of song Mianmian all night.

Changhuan heard Jiang shaoxun's busy footsteps, tears sprinkled all over the pillow unconsciously, until nearly early in the morning, song Mianmian's cough stopped.

Shortly after her cough stopped, Changhuan's bedroom door was pushed open.

Changhuan closes her eyes, the quilt beside her is lifted, and Jiang shaoxun gets into her quilt. But in this weather, he doesn't get closer, because his body is still cold. He is afraid that he will be cold to Nie Changhuan.

Her pillow was full of tears and her eyes were red. After letting herself cool down, Jiang shaoxun held out his hand and wanted to hold Nie Changhuan in his arms.

Chang Huan's body moved forward, but he didn't let Jiang shaoxun touch him.

Jiang shaoxun sighed and didn't reach out again. He explained behind Changhuan: "Mianmian, she has changed her heart. Don't stimulate her. She had a fever last night. Be obedient and don't quarrel with her."

Wearing such thin clothes that can't keep out the cold, I have a fever. Who can I blame?

Changed a heart to still drink, not protect oneself body well, this again can blame who?

As her husband, he took care of her all night. Is there no servant at home? Or is she always in your heart.

Changhuan is full of words to say, but she has no strength to quarrel with Jiang shaoxun. He still has a faint fragrance of medicine. He is afraid of the smell of the woman, so he takes the smell of other women and climbs onto her bed.

Chang Huan hugged him more and more. For a long time, there was a steady breath behind him, and song Mian's cough outside the door. He woke up and was about to get up.

Chang Huan held his hand and didn't let Jiang shaoxun get up.

Jiang shaoxun half sat up, his hand was pressed, he looked at the back of Nie Changhuan's head: "Changhuan."

She asked in a hoarse voice, "she couldn't have a baby in those years, so you asked me to have a baby?"

Jiang shaoxun didn't cheat Nie Changhuan. He admitted it with a "um".

The truth of the matter is always so cruel. The birth of Diao Diao is entirely because of the woman: "when you didn't want to Diao Diao, was it also because of her?"

Jiang shaoxun gave another "Er".

Clearly in the quilt, he felt Changhuan's fingertips become cold.

"You had a quarrel with your grandfather because of her?"

"Yes."

"Can I know the reason?" Changhuan's voice is very calm, like asking how the weather is today, but in this calm, like the sea level, but under the rough waves.

Jiang shaoxun holds Changhuan's cold fingers and lies down again. He tries to warm her hand and says slowly, "go to sleep. It's all over."

He didn't want to explain. He just used the past to treat her. If it really passed, he shouldn't take the woman home, and he shouldn't take care of the woman in her house in front of her.

"Fourth brother, do you have me in your heart?"

In the face of Changhuan, Jiang shaoxun wants to hold Changhuan, but Changhuan pushes his hand away and asks: "fourth brother, do you have me in your heart?"