husband you are enough

Chapter 337 The Man Who Controls Everything
He looked at Tong Xiaoman gratefully, if she hadn't insisted on saving people, then he would really have no hope.

Facing their gazes, Tong Xiaoman showed a shy smile on his face, rather embarrassed: "Don't thank me, you are here to help me find Ziyu Ganoderma, if anything happens to you, I will be ashamed for the rest of my life."

"Anyway, you saved Feng Ming's life." Nalan Che put on the gloves for her and said, "You take a rest first, and I will do the rest."

"En." Tong Xiaoman nodded obediently.

Fengming had been in the snowdrift for too long, his body was still very stiff, and his blood was not circulating. Nalanche almost used up the entire bottle of shochu to restore his body temperature.

Tong Xiaoman took out the hot water bottle, fed him a drink, and then asked about the others.

Feng Ming said solemnly: "We got lost yesterday, and there is no signal in this place, so we can't get in touch."

Tong Xiaoman couldn't help worrying: "We must find them as soon as possible."

She really shouldn't let others take risks for her own affairs.

Looking at the vast snow-capped mountains, Nalanche said firmly, "We will definitely find them."

It is not only for her to hear, but also for myself.

Fengming recovered very well, and Nalan Che did not let him go on, but ordered him to go back down the mountain and join Xuanwujing and the others.

Feng Ming didn't want to give up halfway, but Nalan Che's tone was very firm, so he had no choice but to go down the mountain.

Nalanche and Tong Xiaoman continued on the road under the leadership of Xueqiuer.

Nalan Che held Tong Xiaoman's hand tightly, unable to speak for a long time.

Tong Xiaoman tilted her head and looked at his resolute and handsome face. In her impression, he existed like a god, as if there was nothing he couldn't do.

But today, she witnessed under the sun that even a man like a god has his own soft side.

When he thought Feng Ming was dead, the despairing sorrow made the sun pale.

It is such a man who is in charge of his own side, and there are times when people feel sorry for him.

Feeling her soft gaze on him all the way, Nalan Che suddenly turned his head and said in a self-deprecating tone: "Do you think I'm useless, sympathize with me."

Tong Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then hugged his arm tightly, wrinkled his nose and said, "Who said you're useless? I'll be the first to let him go."

Nalan Che narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a heavy face, "If it wasn't for you, Feng Ming might have died."

"Saints do things wrong sometimes, not to mention that you are not a saint. In fact, I will tell you quietly." Tong Xiaoman said with a playful smile, "At that time, I also thought that Brother Fengming was dead, but I didn't Willing, I feel that if he dies like this, then my life will be finished, and I will live in guilt. No matter what, I must do something for him, even if he really can't survive, I will Do your best..."

Before Tong Xiaoman finished speaking, his body was suddenly pulled hard by him.

He hugged her tightly, causing her pain, but she didn't cry out for pain, nor pushed her away.

He didn't want her to see his fragility.

Tong Xiaoman sighed distressedly, he is a tough man, he is not willing to compromise at all, nor is he willing to show weakness in front of others.

After venting his emotions, Nalanche returned to that calm, steady man who controlled everything.

(End of this chapter)