Xia Chun's heart suddenly jumped. His ambiguous and evil eyes were full of desire, and she was so naked, naked, and if she didn't understand, she would be artificial.

"how?"

Seeing her lower eyes shyly, a chuckling spilled out of Liang Shangjun's throat, his broad palm covered the softness on her chest, and his rough fingertips gently rubbed the blooming cherries...

Xia Chun's delicate body trembled suddenly in his arms, his eyes were stained with mist, and his voice, which was filled with red lips, was soft and numb:

"What a young medical saint!"

"make a deal!"

A hot light flashed in Liang Shangjun's eyes. He suddenly turned her body, grabbed her slender waist with one hand, and spread her apart with the other hand, and thrust skillfully and accurately from behind, and walked in!

That afternoon, Liang Shangjun just returned to the office after the meeting, and the ringtone of his cell phone rang quickly.

When he saw the caller ID, his deep eyes changed slightly, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and hesitated for two seconds before pressing the answer button. He spat indifferently with a low voice: [

"Hello!"

"Brother Gentleman, it's me."

On the phone, Si Xiaoqing's voice came hesitantly. Liang Shangjun leaned into the chair with a slender body gently brushing away the dust on the sleeves of the military uniform. His voice was cold:

"What's up?"

Since Si Xiaoqing and Zhao Lan left the city, they have only called him three times in more than a year.

The first time was when Chunchun knew that she had a life experience and ran away from home, and the second time was during the Spring Festival. This time, I don’t know what happened to them.

"Brother Junzi, my mother was in a car accident. The doctor said she could hold on for one day at most. My mother kept calling my sister's name in a daze. I want to ask, can you bring my sister to see her and let her go with peace of mind."

On the phone, Si Xiaoqing's voice choked and she was almost crying when she spoke.

Liang Shangjun's handsome face was covered with dark clouds, and his eyes were dark and cold. Although he let them go, he let them leave the city with repeated guarantees from Zhao Lan and Si Xiaoqing.

But it does not mean that he will forgive Zhao Lan. As long as he thinks of the pain and pain that Chunchun suffers, his heart will still be insufficiency. If possible, he hopes Zhao Lan will never appear again, and hopes Chunchun will completely forget the unbearable memories.

"Brother Junzi, I know you hate my mother, and my sister hates my mother too, but my mother really knows that she is wrong. She said that the one she is most sorry for is my sister. She hopes to meet her in the end. Even if she doesn't forgive her, she wants to meet her for the last time. Please, let me satisfy her wish..."

Si Xiaoqing has been receiving treatment this year, and her paranoid schizophrenia has been effectively controlled. They who live next to the temple listen to the music in the temple every day and smell the fragrance in the temple. Their ears and eyes are contaminated, and their minds are calmed down day by day.

Now she is no longer the savage girl who used to be arrogant and arrogant, and she always loses control of her emotions.

**

Liang Shangjun dropped out of social engagements at night, and when he returned home, Xia Chun was playing in the garden with Yiting.[

He walked over, squatted down, spread his arms, Yiting staggered into his arms, Xia Chun asked with a smile:

"Didn't you say there are social gatherings in the evening? Why did you come back so early? I didn't ask Aunt Pig to make your supper."

Liang Shangjun picked up his son and kissed him on the cheek. Yiting giggled and shouted, "Mom, kiss."

"Okay, mom!"

Liang Shangjun smiled, grabbed his wife with one hand, leaned forward and kissed her heavily on the face. Yiting also smiled and leaned over to kiss her.

"Son, you are not allowed to read the full text of the reversal of the Song Dynasty in the future."

Liang Shangjun frowned and started to jealous of his son. This is his wife. Now that he has been snatched by this little guy, he has to stand aside every day.

"Mom, mom."

Seeing that his father's handsome face changed color, Yiting hurriedly reached out to ask his mother to hug him. His breasts were vague, but his clear big eyes were staring at his mother. Dad was so scary, he wanted his mother.

After being held in his arms by his mother, he smiled at his master again, as if showing off. This is his mother and he is not allowed to steal it.

After a family of three played together for a while, Aunt Pig called for supper.

At night, after coaxing Yiting to bed, Liang Shangjun carried his son into the crib without any movement, laying on himself, and finally hugging his wife comfortably.

"Gentleman, are you doing something?"

Before Liang Shangjun could speak, Xia Chun asked in confusion. Rushui's eyes looked into his deep eyes clearly. From the time she came back to the present, she keenly felt that Liang Shangjun had something to worry about. When he was having dinner just now, he actually forgot to pick up food when he saw her.

Although he did not show it clearly, she could keenly feel the subtle changes for those who were together day and night and loved each other.

Liang Shangjun curled his lips and smiled, and his deep eyes flashed unnaturally under her clear eyes. His big palms gently brushed the hair in her ears, put them on her shoulders, stopped, and put her little face into her chest.

"Zhu Chun, I have something to tell you."

Xia Chun looked up on his chest, looking at his sexy Adam's apple, with a firm chin and thin lips.

No matter how you look at it, you are perfect.

"What's the matter? You can't have provoked some peach blossoms?"

Xia Chunyu was teasing and didn't like his depressing tone. She raised her hand and gently stroked his slightly frowning brow:

"Don't frown, it's easy to get old. You are a few years older than me. Be careful that if you get older, I don't want you."

Liang Shangjun's smile was a bit far-fetched, and she lowered her eyes and looked at her smile. She couldn't bear to open her deep memories and uncover the bloody wound.

He put her hand on his lips and kissed her gently before saying seriously:

"Chongchun, Si Xiaoqing called me today."

When he said this, he stared at Xia Chun tightly, not missing any subtle expressions on her face.

Xia Chun's smile froze and retreated, and her tone was indifferent, without any further details.

A trace of stiffness suddenly penetrated into the air. Her attitude was as expected by him, but the following words were difficult to continue.

He tightened his fingers on her shoulders slightly, pressed his chin against her delicate cheeks, and said softly:

"Chunchun, Si Xiaoqing called me this afternoon and told me that Zhao Lan had a car accident and would last for one more day at most. She called your name in a daze, saying that she was most sorry for you."

"Don't say it."

Xia Chun's body left his chest stiffly, interrupting him with a sharp voice with rush and anger. Her face looked ugly. Liang Shangjun felt ache in his heart and frowned and called out softly:

"Pure!"

"Gentleman, I don't want to know about that woman. She has nothing to do with me. Don't say it, I want to sleep."

Xia Chun said with a pale face and said, and then slid down, pulling the quilt over and covering his head.

Liang Shangjun's eyes were filled with heartache, and the person under the quilt was trembling. He frowned hard, stared at the quilt for a few seconds, and with a cruel heart, he lifted her quilt with his big hand and pulled her out of the quilt. Seeing tears on her pale face, his heart ached again, but he still said seriously:

"Pure, can you be braver? You have always been so strong, and you have faced so many difficulties. You have come over it. Isn't it just Zhao Lan? If you hate her, you will scold her the latest chapter of the strongest sword god system. When you hear her name, you are excited and crying, which means you have not really let go. You just buried the wounds deep in your heart. You must know that if you don't heal, even if you hide the wounds, it will still become suppuration and pain..."

Xia Chun shook her head excitedly, and the wound was suddenly torn and hurt by him. He accepted it, and asked for help:

"Don't say it, okay? Gentleman, I have been working hard to forget it. Now I have finally forgotten it. Why do I still remind me that I am a group of hooligans..."

Liang Shangjun reached out to cover her mouth, interrupted her words, and said seriously:

"Pure, don't say that to yourself. In my eyes, you are always the purest, kindest, strongest and most beautiful woman. I didn't deliberately expose your injuries. I just don't want you to change color when you hear similar words. I don't want you to have hidden inferiority in your smile. Even if it's a slight sadness, I hope to get rid of it for you. Tell me honestly, you actually care about Zhao Lan, right?"

Xia Chun's body was stiff and his eyes moved away in panic.

She was hiding under his deep and sharp eyes, why did he see her so thoroughly?

She has worked very hard to live happily, hard to make herself smile brightly, hard to be a strong woman, hard to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

She really worked hard.

The reason why she was in a hurry to work was to make herself independent and not completely rely on him, afraid that she would be disconnected from society, and afraid that he would gradually get tired of her in such dull days.

Under her strong disguise and bright smile, there was a lot of fragility and uneasiness, and he understood it.

So he promised her to go to work and to do everything she wanted to do.

After talking to Si Xiaoqing this afternoon, he kept hesitating whether to tell her and whether to let her see Zhao Lan.

After several struggles, he still made such a decision.

If Xia Chun hated Zhao Lan’s abandonment in the past, then after she knew her unbearable life experience, she understood her abandonment, and hated her why she wanted to give birth to her.

Liang Shangjun forced her to press her arms, and his broad palm rubbed her soft hair, comforting her excitement and sadness over and over again, and said gently:

"Chongchun, I know you hate Zhao Lan for giving birth to you, but do you know that if there was no you, there would be no happiness today. The reason why I told you about Zhao Lan's situation is that I want you to let go of your hatred, because I am very grateful to her for giving birth to you, thank God for letting me meet you and have you. Chunchun, just think it's for Yiting and for me, okay?"

Xia Chun was trembling in his arms. She looked at the crib next to her with tears in her eyes. Yiting lay inside and was sleeping soundly.

She loves Yiting so much and wishes she could do everything she could to be kind to him. Is this because he was the child she gave birth to with her beloved man that she loves him so much?

Did Zhao Lan abandon her because she remembered her cruel past when she saw her?

Does she really regret it now?

But what did she regret? What qualifications did she have to regret?
Chapter completed!