Leftover women marry wealthy families: different after marriage

Chapter 208
Zhao Yunfeng said softly, "Don't cry anymore, my heart hurts to death from your crying."

An Ran was still choking with tears streaming down her face, and the sadness flowing from her frail body seemed irresistible.

Zhao Yunfeng held An Ran in his arms, and he used his face to wipe away the tears on An Ran's face bit by bit. When their warm cheeks were glued to each other with tears, a kind of missing each other Can no longer hold back.

An Ran's emotions were slowly relieved by Zhao Yunfeng's gentleness.

The body and breath that were so familiar in the past few months hugged each other intimately again, An Ran was trembling slightly, shrinking, her mind went blank after crying.

Zhao Yunfeng tried his best to make An Ran believe in his sincerity.He wanted to rub this woman into his flesh and blood, and never allow her to leave so easily.

At this moment, An Ran is slowly blooming beside Zhao Yunfeng like a lily that is fragrant but haggard. Her long hair is scattered on the bed, just like her mood, she wants to push it away but the entanglement becomes tighter.

In the winter afternoon, the room was filled with warm sunshine, An Ran looked at Zhao Yunfeng's smiling face in bewilderment, she knew that she had made a mistake again.

Zhao Yunfeng kissed An Ran's forehead, and said softly, "Does your foot still hurt?"

An Ran shook her head.

Zhao Yunfeng: "Then we have to go to the hospital, at least to get a shot of tetanus, you just bled a lot."

An Ran turned around, her back was facing Zhao Yunfeng, and when she woke up, she began to regret her stupid behavior just now.

Zhao Yunfeng approached An Ran, and he asked softly behind An Ran, "Why are you turning your back on me, do you not want to see me?"

An Ran's tears fell silently again, this man still didn't kiss her lips, even though she felt his sincerity, An Ran still couldn't erase this knot in her heart, it stuck the marriage like a stick in her throat, causing the two Two hearts that love each other can't communicate and can't feel the truest each other. . . . . . . . . . .

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