Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 256 The Most Beautiful But Rainy Day (7)
"I'll wipe it for you. It's wet."

Su Mengchen said with a smile, "No need."

"No." Song Wanzhi said seriously, "The rain wets your hair, be careful and you will get a headache later."

Her serious look fell into Su Mengchen's eyes, as if with hot warmth, it gently softened the heart that had long been invulnerable.

"Okay." He replied softly.

The girl raised her hand, looked at his head seriously and carefully, then put the veil on his hair, gently, gently, and carefully dried it.

Su Mengchen looked at her, she raised her head, how many thoughts he didn't know were hidden in her black pupils?The eyelash feathers are rolled up, dense, like the rain outside that day at this moment.Her small face was right in front of my eyes, and I could stick it on as soon as I lowered my head.

Song Wanzhi raised his hand, and the wide sleeves were drawn back, revealing that snow-white arm, which was shining brightly.

It's raining.

He looked at her.

She looks at his hair.

Seriously and gently, she wiped away the drops of water little by little starting from the top of the hair, as if she was afraid of hurting his hair if she exerted too much force.

Who picked whose heart, and who, is feeling ups and downs for the taste that has never been here before?
At first I thought it was just a fate of duckweed, but when I grabbed that point and chased after that duckweed, I found that it was a lifetime.

Song Wanzhi went down, brushing the lock of hair next to his ear, suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.

The raindrops fell with a "da".

Song Wanzhi's heart stopped for a moment, and then she looked at him suddenly.

Su Mengchen's gaze flashed, and then he said with a smile, "I'll do it myself."

Song Wanzhi breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably: "It's okay, you can't wipe it off."

Su Mengchen relaxed her hand, and said, "Thank you."

Song Wanzhi was slightly taken aback, and said in a low voice, "That's what Wanzhi should have said."

But in this world, how can those three or two "thank you" be able to explain clearly.

Later, when each other hugged each other tightly with all their strength, they realized that there was only one sentence, thank you.

Thank you, heaven, for allowing me to meet you.

Regardless of the extent of the world, regardless of the cracks in the mountains and rivers, regardless of the wounds of the years, regardless of the pressure of wind and frost, regardless of the cut of life and death, across Yin and Yang, looking back, you are still there.

A three-foot long sword and a shovel of blood are dedicated to you.

It's raining.

The two stood silently like this, he shielded her from the wind and rain, and she raised her hand to wipe away his rainwater little by little.

Su Mengchen lowered her head, and saw Song Wanzhi's snow-white neck protruding from her collared dress, like a bouquet of unbudded flowers.

For a moment, he seemed to want to lift her hair like this, and then kiss the side of her neck.

He turned his gaze away and tightly held the tree trunk next to him.

The rain just fell like this, and the two of them stood under the plum tree, flowing the quiet throbbing, as if the moonlight illuminated the sea surface, with layers of mist floating, and blossoming red lotuses slowly bloomed from the sea surface .

I don't know how long it took, it was so long that the two of them forgot the time, and it seemed that the time was no longer flowing, and footsteps came from outside.

Song Wanzhi looked up.

Su Mengchen said with a smile: "The rain has stopped, let's go."

As he said, he raised his hand, and then brushed away the plum blossom branches in front of him, and the accumulated rainwater on the plum blossom branches fell "suddenly".

After all the rain fell, Su Mengchen looked at Song Wanzhi: "It's all right."

(End of this chapter)