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

Chapter 602: Lu Ming Banquet (2)
Song Wanzhi hugged her, and then said: "Go change your clothes first, take a shower, don't freeze."

Xiao Ye said: "I'll wipe the wound on Shen Jin and go, soon! Sister, you go first!"

Song Wanzhi looked at Shen Jin, then at Xiao Ye, then raised her hand and patted her on the head: "Okay."

After speaking, he looked at Xiang Su Mengchen.

Only then did Xiao Ye pay attention to Su Mengchen, she was stunned for a while, and then said, "Big Brother?"

Su Mengchen nodded lightly.

Then, they left with Song Wanzhi.

When he came out, it was still raining outside, but the people from the Sunset Tribe were still guarding there with anxious faces. When they saw them coming out, they rushed up immediately, wanting to ask.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Song Wanzhi comforted him, "Don't worry, everyone, it's all right now."

Only now did Murong Bai and the others breathe a sigh of relief.

Murong Bai looked at their wet clothes, and said: "There is hot water in the back room, hurry up and take a hot bath."

Song Wanzhi nodded.

But Murong Bai's eyes fell on Su Mengchen involuntarily, seeing her suspicious eyes, Su Mengchen said, "Meng Chen."

"So it's Master Meng."

Su Mengchen nodded slightly, and left with Song Wanzhi.

After parting, Song Wanzhi soaked herself in hot water. She got up when the wetness all over her body dissipated in the hot water. Then she dried herself and changed into a suit of clothes. She sat in front of the mirror, Then he picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped his hair.

After a while, she heard a knock on the door.

Song Wanzhi said softly, "Please come in."

The bamboo door was pushed open, and the clothed man walked in, holding a bowl of hot ginger soup in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

"Ginger soup." He placed the bowl in front of Song Wanzhi.

Song Wanzhi looked at the bowl of ginger soup, which was still steaming hot. She stretched out her hand and smiled, "Thank you."

Song Wanzhi held the ginger soup in her hands, then lowered her head and took a sip, and immediately felt the heat flow down her throat.

Su Mengchen looked at her, with a thin and white face, with slight water vapor after taking a bath, but because of the hot mist, this face was steamed like peach blossoms in March, and her black hair was still there. Scattered, undried hair is still slowly dripping water, gently splashing a trace on the ground.

Su Mengchen stood up.

Song Wanzhi was drinking ginger soup with her head empty when she suddenly felt the man standing behind her. She was about to turn her head when Su Mengchen's voice sounded: "Don't move."

As he spoke, he gently picked up a strand of her hair with his hand, then stood behind, holding the soft handkerchief beside him, and gently wiped her hair bit by bit.

Song Wanzhi was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly said, "Meng, Mengchen, I'll do it myself."

Su Mengchen's smiling voice came from above his head: "What's wrong?"

Song Wanzhi didn't know how to speak for a while, how could he help her brush her hair, and, moreover, such things always have an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Song Wanzhi held his hand backhand: "I can do it myself."

Su Mengchen bent down, and said in a low voice, "I'll come, can I?"

The low voice rolled over the snow wolf slightly, and they rushed over layer by layer to erode the sea of ​​hearts. There was an inexplicable request in those words. Song Wanzhi immediately had no choice. She let go of her hand, and then Lowering his head, he took the bowl of ginger soup and drank it absent-mindedly.

(End of this chapter)