It makes sense to grab a marriage: don't mess with the savage wife

Chapter 171 If you can do it, try not to talk (1)

When I got home, it was already late, Yu Chiguang took a shower and lay down on the bed, drowsy, and had long forgotten what he was thinking when he left home in the morning.

So, when Song Qingyi came out after washing, Yu Chiguang had already hugged the quilt and fell asleep unconsciously.

Song Qingyi first tucked the corner of the quilt for her, then lay down on the bed from the other side, and stretched out his hand to hug her.

And Yu Chiguang also had a conditioned reflex, and shrank over there, getting closer to him, and the two of them were close together, with almost no gap.

With gentle ripples in Song Qing's deep eyes, he reached out and brushed the little hair on her forehead, kissed her forehead, and then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.

Before going to sleep, she didn't forget to press Yu Chiguang's hands. Recently, the wound on her forehead began to heal, and it would be a little itchy. She would unconsciously stretch out her hand to scratch it when she slept in the middle of the night.

So these few days before going to bed, when he hugged her, he would also suppress her hand.

Although this will not make her scratch the wound on her forehead in a daze in the middle of the night, it will make her often wake up in the middle of the night uncomfortable.

That night, Yu Chiguang woke up again in the middle of the night, not because of the itching of the wound, nor because it was uncomfortable being hugged by Song Qingyi.

It was a dream.

The whole body suddenly flicked, waking up Song Qingyi, who had always been a sleepy sleeper.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to find her hands and lock them up, and said with a hoarse voice half asleep, "Yuyu, don't scratch the wound."

But the people beside him were quiet, as if they were still in deep sleep.

Song Qingyi suddenly woke up, and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, when he reached halfway, he heard a soft sob in his arms.

His hands were stiff in the air for a while, and instead of turning on the light, he hugged the person in his arms and coaxed softly, "What's wrong?"

He didn't get an answer, but the person in his arms stopped sobbing.

Song Qingyi asked again: "Does the wound hurt?"

After a long time, Yu Chiguang's hoarse and nasal voice came: "I dreamed of my parents."

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, but didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only hug her, and patted her on the back again and again as if to comfort her.

Just like when she was a child.

"I miss my parents so much..."

"I know."
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The next morning, Yu Chiguang was woken up by Song Qingyi.

"Sleepy..." Yu Chiguang, who had just woken up, was dumbfounded, and sat on the bed humming.

Seeing her sitting up, Song Qing turned around and went to the closet to get her clothes. When he came back after picking out the clothes, Yu Chiguang fell back under the covers.

She seldom stays in bed at ordinary times, mainly because she was too much tossing last night, so she couldn't get up this morning.

In fact, how did Song Qing know that Yu Chiguang was uncomfortable. Last night, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he hugged Song Qingyi and cried for half the night, feeling ashamed.

Although Song Qingyi didn't say anything, Yu Chiguang always felt awkward.

"Get up, I called Mo Qing to come over and change your medicine. I made porridge for breakfast." Song Qingyi put the clothes on her bedside.

Hearing this, Yu Chiguang suddenly sat up again, looking much more awake: "Aren't you going to the company today?"

"Dong Yuan has already brought all the documents home." Song Qingyi said, staring at her red and swollen eyes.

"Oh." Yu Chiguang responded, scratched his head, and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)