Chapter 435

ChuChu came in from the door. The moment she came in, she saw Changhuan's stubborn eyes. Her eyes were clear and bright. She wanted to dig out Changhuan's eyes.

This kind of emotion swept in my heart. She came to Changhuan. When she got closer to Nie Changhuan, she finally saw Changhuan's dodging eyes.

ChuChu raised a sarcastic smile: "I thought you were not afraid of everything. It turns out that you have something to be afraid of."

"Why am I here? Did you collude with Lu Xiangyuan? What happened at the wedding? What do you want? "

Changhuan said several questions in succession. When she heard what Changhuan said, she reached out and pinched Changhuan's chin: "why don't you ask about your husband?"

Changhuan's heart suddenly pulled up, all kinds of uneasy thoughts emerge in his mind, is the fourth brother injured, so he can't come to save her?

"You are lying as like as two peas in your side, and you..."

ChuChu's fingernails gently cut Changhuan's cheek. There was a sting in the place where the fingernails crossed. Changhuan felt that he was the fish on the chopping board, and was left to be slaughtered.

She gradually took up the heart of resistance, anyway, it seems that she can't escape now, so she won't escape. The soldiers came to cover the water and the earth. Fortunately, they didn't find that she had children in her stomach now, just protect them.

ChuChu didn't see the resistance from Changhuan's eyes. She frowned. Nie Changhuan, who had no fighting spirit, actually wanted to spare her life.

But a plan is a plan. Once we have taken a step, we can't shrink back.

"Take it away."

After hearing these two words, Changhuan felt pain again on her neck. As soon as it was dark, she fainted instantly.

After Nie Changhuan was taken away, a man hurried to the place where he was locked. However, he only saw the property management personnel who fell at the door, and the door that had been smashed. There was no sign of fighting in the room.

It's just the food residue on the table, which indicates that people lived there.

There was a look of anxiety on the man's face and he clenched his fist tightly.

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Song Mianmian has been living in the hospital for several days. The wound on her stomach has been scarred. The process of scarring is very itchy. She can't help but stretch out her hand to scratch. But every time she puts her hand in her abdomen, when she thinks that her uterus is gone, the sense of loss permeates her mind.

Song Mianmian sighed. Every night Jiang shaoxun would come to accompany her after work, for fear that she would do something stupid.

Jiang shaoxun wanted her to speak, but she could only pretend to be lost, because if she spoke, she would expose everything.

Zhang wanran came to the ward with chicken soup. She saw Nie Changhuan sitting on the bed. The warm sunshine came in from the window and plated a layer of soft light on Nie Changhuan's body. But this layer of soft light can't merge with Changhuan.

Zhang wanran always feels that Changhuan seems to be angry now, which makes her feel different from usual.

"Huanhuan, you wake up. I asked aunt fan to make some chicken soup. You can drink some to make up your body."

Zhang wanran spoke very gently. Song Mianmian looked up at her. A few days ago, she swept away the soup made by Aunt fan. She didn't know if aunt fan had told her about it.

Song Mianmian hooked his lips and gave a shallow smile, which didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Zhang wanran prepared the soup for song Mianmian and said to her, "the dry daughter that your second uncle brought back is missing. Now your second uncle is looking for her. Anyway, your second uncle is not living at home these days. How about going back after you leave the hospital?"

"It's better to live at home than to live outside with shaoxun."

Song Mianmian drinks chicken soup slowly. She has always lived in the Jiang family. Jiang shaoxun's second uncle brought back her daughter. Now she has replaced Nie Changhuan. How can she appear.

"Huanhuan, I don't feel like I've heard you for a long time. Do you have a bad voice, or do you?"

Zhang wanran is afraid that this event will leave a shadow in Changhuan's heart, because Changhuan has lost her baby more than once. She is worried that Changhuan will think too much in her heart and then fall into mental illness.

"You can talk to your mother about anything you have and what you need."

Changhuan was not reported when she was injured, and all of them were crushed by the Jiang family. Therefore, Changhuan's mother did not know Changhuan's current physical condition. If Changhuan's mother knew her current physical condition, she would complain that they did not protect Changhuan well.

Zhang wanran wants to talk to Nie Changhuan, but no matter how she tempts her, Changhuan is indifferent. Now that she looks like this, Zhang wanran feels uncomfortable.

How could song Mianmian speak? She handed the bowl of chicken soup to Zhang wanran, then made a tired appearance and lay on the bed.

Zhang wanran saw that song Mianmian was going to have a rest. She sighed softly: "since you are tired, have a good rest."

Song Mianmian nodded.

Zhang wanran took away the incubator. She walked out of the door of the ward and saw Jiang shaoxun waiting outside. Then she shook her head to him: "Huanhuan still doesn't want to talk."

Jiang shaoxun shows a thoughtful expression. In recent days, Zhang wanran is watching her son lose weight, and even can't eat.

Zhang wanran comforted Jiang shaoxun: "don't worry too much. Isn't Changhuan still well? As long as he lives, he is lucky."

Jiang shaoxun's eyebrows lock more and more tightly. Now is not the time to say this. Nie Changhuan doesn't speak for a day, and he feels that Changhuan is more and more strange. This strange feeling has been entangled in his heart, and has never been suppressed.

"Mom, did you find the woman the second uncle brought back?"

Those eyes as like as two peas as like as two peas, are they exactly the same faces as long Huan?

If so, who is Chang Huan in the ward?

Zhang wanran didn't understand what Jiang shaoxun was thinking. She just shook her head and told Jiang shaoxun with a heavy heart: "I didn't find her. At that time, the situation was so chaotic. She lost her memory, couldn't speak, and didn't know where to go."

"Why did you ask her all of a sudden?"

He shook his head and said faintly, "I'm just asking. I don't mean anything else."

"You don't have to care where the woman is now. Now you can accompany Changhuan. I'll go back first." Zhang wanran said, carrying the incubator, and then left.

Looking at Zhang wanran's back, Jiang shaoxun gradually regained his sight.

He looked at the doorknob at the door of the ward, hesitated and pondered for a while, but still opened the door.

Song Mianmian heard the sound of the doorknob turning, but she didn't get up, because this working time is definitely not Jiang shaoxun. Jiang shaoxun must still be in the company.

Song Mianmian lay on the bed and didn't move. Jiang shaoxun went over and called out awkwardly: "Huanhuan."

Song Mianmian instinctively has no response to the name Huanhuan, but she thinks about Jiang shaoxun's voice day and night. She quickly sits up from the bed and looks at Jiang shaoxun with a coy face.

She opened her lips slightly, just about to say something, but when she thought that her voice was wrong, she suddenly showed a lonely look.

"Huanhuan, you haven't bathed for a long time. Shall I wipe your body for you?"

Jiang shaoxun suddenly put forward this request, song Mianmian thought of his generous palm along his skin across the kind of shudder, she could not stop shaking up, she nodded.

Jiang shaoxun didn't say much to her, so he brought out a basin of warm water for song Mianmian.

Song Mianmian blushes. She turns her back to Jiang shaoxun and slowly unties her clothes. The clothes slide down her thin shoulders, revealing her bright back.

The algae like long hair is in sharp contrast to the white skin on Song Mianmian's back. After seeing the smooth skin on Song Mianmian's back, Jiang shaoxun gradually narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

He squatted down, wrung out the towel and wiped song Mianmian's back.

Song Mianmian suddenly frowned, Jiang shaoxun is not too hard, how to wipe so hate, on the back of the towel rubbed place hot pain.

Song Mianmian turns and looks at Jiang shaoxun. Her soft, boneless hand gently holds Jiang shaoxun's hand and looks at him with her eyes. What's wrong with him?

She should have done nothing to make him suspect, why his attitude seems to suddenly become indifferent.

Jiang shaoxun smile: "you back, I continue to wipe you."

Song Mianmian is relieved to see Jiang shaoxun's suddenly relaxed expression. Maybe he just thinks of something and accidentally hurts her.

Song Mianmian felt a chill on his body. When he saw that he was bared, he immediately put his hand in front of his chest and turned red.

Jiang shaoxun was not interested in this body at all. After he wiped it casually, he handed the towel to song Mianmian: "wipe it yourself. I have something else to do. I'll be busy first."

"Maybe I won't come to see you for a few days at the most. Have a good rest and have a good meal."

What does Jiang shaoxun mean?

Song Mianmian turns around. She wants to hold Jiang shaoxun's arm, but he has already stepped towards the door.

This back to her back, seems to walk very firmly.

Song Mianmian's eyes overflowed with tears. She grasped the sheet tightly. Why, why, why?

She couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Why even if she looks like Nie Changhuan, he is not interested in her.

Why?

After Jiang shaoxun left the ward, deep meditation appeared in his eyebrows and eyes. The bodyguard rushed over and said something in Jiang shaoxun's ear.