How can the president be fierce

Chapter 3358 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1920 Don't leave it here and feel wronged.

That white and slender hand was well maintained, but at this moment, several blood blisters of different sizes were worn out at the place where the fingers connected to the palm.

If his parents knew about it, they would feel distressed.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a while, but still felt a little guilty after all, found out the ointment she bought today and applied it on him bit by bit.

Nan Moshang fell asleep not long after lying down.

is really tired.

But he has always been very alert. The woman's soft and warm fingertips rubbed against his palm, bringing a slight tingling sensation. His thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he opened his eyes alertly.

The dozens of square meters of cabins set off by the dense rain outside are particularly quiet and warm.

The kerosene lamp gave off a dim light, against the light, she half-kneeled in front of the window, her right hand was still hanging on her chest, and her left hand held a cotton swab with moderate strength to help him evenly spread the ointment on his palm, and then twitched again. After taking off the gauze, after making gestures, he pressed one end with his right hand, and bandaged it with his left hand in circles, and finally did not forget to tie a beautiful bow.

She didn't realize he was awake.

Because after opening his eyes, he quickly closed them again.

After the bandage was finished, she hummed a song that couldn't be heard, packed her things, found a hat, put it on, and went out.

He came in after a while, holding a one-meter-long piece of wood in his left hand, and put it in the corner.

He got up and turned back, and came in again after a while, carrying another piece of wood.

In this way, I went back and forth a dozen times, and soon, a large pile of logs of similar lengths was piled up in a corner of the room.

The song he was humming was also changed, but he still couldn't tell what it was.

Then she sat on a small wooden stool and rested for a while. After drinking a few sips of water, she took out a boxy wooden box from a suitcase on one side, opened it, and took out a palm-sized Books, start writing.

It's a bit far away, so I can't tell what she's writing, but it doesn't feel like a diary, but rather like recording something, and she stops from time to time to count her fingers...

Nan Moshang was very tired, and he couldn't understand why he didn't take the time to take a good rest, but somehow wasted his time on observing such trivial matters.

It's just moving a piece of wood, humming a tune, drinking a few sips of water, and writing something, ordinary and boring.

It was probably because of the extravagance and luxury that he had lived in for the past 26 years. In such an eternally gorgeous and magnificent world, such a warm and peaceful place suddenly appeared, which especially attracted his attention.

Bai Yueyan felt a little hungry. After closing the notebook and putting it back in the box, she got up and prepared to cook something to eat, but she accidentally found that the man who occupied her bed had already woken up, and a pair of deep and deep black eyes were staring at him for an instant. Stare at yourself.

"Huh? Woke up so soon?"

She waved to him: "Get up when you wake up, I'm just hungry, let's cook something to eat."

Nan Moshang sat up and looked at her angrily: "Give me such a hard bed, can I sleep?"

"Okay, okay, don't complain. When the rain stops, go back to your golden nest and silver nest. Don't leave it here and feel wronged."

Bai Yueyan lit the alcohol ball and put the small pot filled with water on it: "There are only millet and instant noodles here, which one do you want to eat?"

The man frowned in disgust: "I don't even want to eat."

"If I don't want to eat it, I will eat it myself."

(End of this chapter)