Cold Wife, Never Try to Escape

"Who changed my clothes? My mother? "

"... no, I changed it." Su Tinghe was stunned and explained, "Mom didn't know about your injury. The wound cracked and gave a lot of blood. My coat was stained. I had a first-aid kit in my car and simply bandaged you again."

"..." Fu Jin didn't speak any more. He was confused and thought that Su Tinghe wrapped himself up and changed his clothes... Did he see everything?

"Don't think about it. I didn't see anything." Su Tinghe knew Fu Jin's temper and didn't want to be misunderstood by her. He lied, "you side up, I only saw the wound and... Your back."

"... thank you." A faint response, Fu Jin closed his eyes.

"Xiao Jin, you are so cold. Do you feel cold?" Su Tinghe fell beside her and said, gently grasping Fu Jin's body, the man fell into Su Tinghe's generous arms at the next moment.

"Let go of me!" Fu Jin didn't dare to struggle and was worried about the wound behind him.

"Don't make any noise, go to sleep and wake up!" Su Tinghe didn't let go at all. He said and pulled out the light.

"..." in the dark, Fu JINDA stared at Feng's eyes and a handsome face clearly visible in front of him. This face is cold and firm. It is not as pious and elegant as Zhuo Yi. It is upright and upright.

Su Tinghe, what are you doing for? What do you want from me? Just for that engagement? The hard feeling in the palm makes Fu Jin's consciousness come back, Lanzi

I don't know how long later, Su Tinghe felt that Fu Jin's body in his arms was no longer tight, and his breathing was gradually gentle. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down carefully. The girl in her arms curled up like a kitten and slept soundly with herself.

"Ha ha." He smiled twice. He's really a child. Avoiding her wound, he took this soft body into his arms, closed his eyes again and slept steadily

At dawn, Zhang Xiu went into the yard. She didn't sleep well all night. Her face was tired. Aunt Hua cried tired and confused. She woke up for a while and then howled. No one could persuade her. This will make the village doctor give an injection before he goes to sleep. Looking at the dawn, Zhang Xiu was worried that her daughter would come home to have a look while she was free.

The house was quiet. Zhang Xiu stepped lightly, afraid of waking Su Tinghe, and pushed the door into Westinghouse. The two people lying on the Kang stunned her and saw who it was. A smile appeared behind her. The two children are sleeping head to head. Su Tinghe holds his daughter like a doll. He even sleeps with an overbearing spirit. He turned around and went back with a bundle of firewood in the yard. He squatted in front of the stove and began to burn a fire.

When Zhang Xiu entered the house, Su Tinghe woke up. Listening to the sound of his footsteps, Zhang Xiu was not in a hurry to get up. In fact, he was too greedy for the feeling of snuggling and dependence. He wanted to sleep like this all his life. When they wake up, the distance between them becomes more than ten feet

He gently got up and touched Fu Jin's forehead. It was a little cold. He withdrew his hand safely. Su Tinghe got up, put on his military uniform, boarded the military boots and walked out of the inner room.

"Tinghe wakes up. Go and wash your face. There is hot water in the pot." Zhang Xiu was on fire. Seeing Su Tinghe coming out, he hurried to open a ladle of water for him.

"No, I'll just use the cold water. I'm used to it." Su Tinghe said and went to the yard with a washbasin.

In the room, Fu Jin woke up after listening to the sound, looked around with hazy eyes, sat up slowly, listened to the noise in the outer room, as if his mother was cooking, got up, found a light blue coat in the Kang cabinet, put it on, looked at the folds on his pants, and changed into a pair of black pants.

The wound doesn't really hurt. I think it's because Su Tinghe drugged himself last night. Some of his irritability calmed down and began to fold quilts

"Get up? Don't clean up. I'll do it. " Su Tinghe came in after washing and saw Fu Jin tidying up his bedding on the Kang, walked to the Kang and said.

"No." Without raising his head, Su Tinghe said back. His heart was cold. The distance really returned to the original place again

After a simple breakfast, Fu Jin sat on the stool and watched Zhang Xiu leave again. He stood up and went out with "when will Lanzi be buried?"

"Ah? Oh, we'll open a cemetery later, and then we'll be buried. Young people can't put it at home for a long time. " Zhang Xiuyi is stunned. Does your daughter have to follow in the past?

"I'll choose the cemetery." With that, Fu Jin crossed Zhang Xiu and walked out of the yard.

"You... What do you know about this child? Where has the final say? " Zhang Xiu is so anxious and angry that the child doesn't know the depth!

"Mom, let's go and have a look!" Su Tinghe looked at the figure disappearing at the gate of the hospital and walked away.

"... alas!" Zhang Xiu had no choice but to lock the gate and follow him.

"Lan Zi! I my child! Why is your life so hard! How can your parents live if you go like this? " The Yang family was crying, and all their relatives and neighbors stood in the yard with tears on their faces.

Fu Jin walked into the room step by step and saw that the incense in the incense bowl had been burned out. In the past, he picked up three incense and lit it. He closed Feng's eyes and silently said: Lanzi, let's have bliss in the past life. The reincarnation of the past life is shallow in this life, and he would like to see you again in the next life. Put the incense into the incense bowl, bowed to the spirit bed, straightened up and went into the inner room.

In the room, Fu Dongshan sat on the Kang and was talking to Yang Baolin. His eyes were also red. When he saw his daughter coming in, he quickly wiped his tears for fear that his daughter would be sad.

"Uncle, I'll follow the crowd up the mountain later. Where is the funeral of Lanzi has the final say?"

"Ah? Xiao Jin... You, don't fool around! It's not a small thing. What does your child know? " Fu Dongshan was in a hurry.

"... Xiaojin! If you want to live with Feng Zi, you'll find a good place to live with her, but you don't want to live with her! " Yang Baolin choked.

"Yes, Xiao Jin, yesterday your second uncle found the great God of hexitun and picked him up in a moment. Let him watch and choose the cemetery." Fu Dongshan clapped Yang Baolin's hand and explained the situation to his daughter.

"... I'll wait for him!" Fu Jin didn't insist on sitting on the top of the Kang. He hung his head and stopped talking. Fu Dongshan now knows how stubborn the girl's temper is. He didn't say much. He followed Yang Baolin and burst into tears.

Su Tinghe and Zhang Xiu enter the hospital. Zhang Xiu goes to Aunt Hua's house. Su Tinghe himself enters the east house, greets Fu Dongshan and Yang Baolin, and sits next to Fu Jin

Just over twenty minutes later, someone in the yard called for the master to come. Fu Jin still didn't look up. Su Tinghe looked at her and got up and looked out of the window.

Yang Lan's second uncle took a middle-aged man into the yard. Everyone greeted the visitor with respect. The man looked at his bad temper and ignored everyone with a gloomy face. He went straight into the house and was led into their room by Uncle Yang.

"Oh, master he, please come." Yang Baolin said a polite word to the person surnamed he.

"It's all right, village head Yang. I read your daughter's birthday. She's a virgin. It's time for her to serve her grandmother. Don't be sad. The fate of father and daughter is done, and no one can stay. " Master he sat down and uncle Yang quickly made tea for him.

Su Tinghe stood quietly and listened. His eyebrows wrinkled into a pimple. It was only in the remote and backward mountain village that these mysterious people lived so wantonly.

"But she didn't die!"

"..." Su Tinghe was surprised by his abrupt words. His voice was obviously Fu Jin's, this girl... Su Tinghe just wanted to pull her clothes and motioned her not to talk, but he obviously felt a strange smell emanating from Fu Jin. He stared in horror, and his whole body was nervous. That feeling made him a special soldier who had experienced many battles a little timid.

"... you, what did you say?" Obviously, master he, who was also surprised, put down his tea bowl and looked at Fu Jin.

"I said, she should not die! A wisp of wronged soul can't go around the beam. " Fu Jin's voice at the moment was bleak and dumb, and her expression could not be seen.

"Xiao, Xiao Jin..." Su Tinghe also felt a kind of confusion at this time, with deep doubts and incredible.

"Ha ha, Su Tinghe," Fu Jin sneered twice. "Your marriage with Fu Jin has been determined, but the love road is bumpy. If you want to strengthen your mind, you will eventually get good results."

"..." everyone was stunned! Is this Fu Jin? It's incredible!

"... dare you ask, where is the old fairy's home?" Master he Xu is still engaged in this all the year round. He has some concentration and steady mind. He asked with respect.

"I've come from a place of fate," his voice was a little gentle. "You don't have to ask. Although my horse has a deep cultivation, you can save merit and virtue by helping her along the way."

"... yes, disciple he Eryi will protect little master one way." Master he stood up and bowed to Fu Jin. His pious spirit was like that of Tang Sanzang when he met the Tathagata Buddha.

"Alas, there are many troubles in the world, and the fate comes and goes. Yang Xiangke doesn't have to worry. Although the wronged soul doesn't go away, my little horse will keep your family safe for the rest of your life."

"... thank you, immortal!" Second uncle Yang stabbed his brother, who was as scared as a fool. Yang Baolin came back and said quickly.

Then look at Fu Jin sitting, shaking like collapse. Su Tinghe didn't care that he was still shocked. He hugged Fu Jin who was about to fall off the Kang.

”Brocade, brocade? How are you? " Su Tinghe didn't realize how much his voice shook. The unheard of scene just now really frightened him.

He has never had such experience since childhood. He has received higher education, joined the military camp, accepted new ideas and advocated atheism. Now he is at a loss. Can you believe that these strange things really appear in front of your eyes? Fu Jin can never play tricks to scare people? Even if you want to choose a good cemetery for Yang Lan, please come and follow up the mountain to have a look! Is this necessary?

Look down at Fu Jin with Feng's eyes slightly closed in his arms. That weakness seems to have taken away all his essence and spirit. This is by no means false. The marriage has been settled and the road is rough... Su Tinghe stares at Fu Jin and thinks back on what he just said to himself. He will be determined to get good results in the end. So you and Fu Jin will finally be together?

A surprise flashed in his black eyes. Su Tinghe felt that he would not be afraid even if there were any demons and ghosts. The little girl in his arms could finally become his wife. He was not afraid of the hard road. It's a big deal to kill the gods and subdue the demons