Jiang Liting's smile suddenly froze,
Somehow he suddenly thought of Fu Hanmu's unexplained look in his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat as he said:
"What's the meaning?"
The aunt whispered:
"Your wife, she did a lot of things secretly with the man just now in the ward, and she even said she would be put in jail, taken away, etc.
I think most women like this just need to be taken care of. Once she is married, how can she hook up with other men? You have to take good care of her. "
With a "click", the chopsticks in Jiang Liting's hand were broken with one hand. He raised his head, his sharp eyebrows furrowed, a sinister look flashed across his dark eyes, and he suppressed his anger and said:
"What exactly did you do? Kiss or hug?"
The aunt turned pale with fright and said angrily:
"I don't know about this. Anyway, as soon as I entered the door, I heard the two of them talking about this, and they were quite close.
That man has been here all day long, helping to take care of the children. He seems to care for your wife. "
The veins on Jiang Liting's forehead twitched for the first time, his handsome face was cold and cold, and the temperature emanating from his whole body was close to zero.
The aunt's lips trembled, and she was so scared that she was so old. This was the first time she saw someone so angry.
She was deeply afraid of getting killed or hurting herself again, so she hurriedly packed up her clothes and walked out, shouting:
"Nurse, nurse, I want to be discharged."
Nurse: "It's only been a few days since your operation. You need to recuperate."
"I'll take care of her when I go home. I can't afford to live here any longer. Hurry up. I'm leaving now." The aunt hated herself for being such a gossip and hurriedly went through the discharge procedures.
As soon as Su Wanyan went upstairs, he saw the aunt walking out in a hurry, carrying the bed and washbasin.
She didn't take it seriously and continued walking to the ward. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled a strong smell of smoke and walked in:
"Smoking is not allowed in the ward, and it is not good for children to smell smoke."
Jiang Liting had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips, sitting carelessly on a chair with the legs of the chair raised, swinging back and forth, and playing with a silver lighter in his hand.
He had no intention of smoking, and looked at her quietly without saying a word.
Su Wanyan's heart thumped.
Suddenly I had a bad feeling,
Cold sweat broke out on her back. She opened the window for ventilation and noticed that Jiang Liting's eyes were always on her.
She was extremely flustered and asked tentatively: "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Liting curled his lips like a self-mockery:
He still had the nerve to ask me what was wrong.
The room was silent for a long time, so quiet that it was a little strange. Jiang Liting kept staring at her with a cigarette in his mouth without saying a word.
His appearance was already ruthless and ferocious, but when he showed this gloomy look, he became even more fierce, like a beast dormant in the dark night.
Su Wanyan's teeth would have trembled if she hadn't clenched them deliberately. She pursed her lips, put the food on the table, and suddenly noticed the broken chopsticks.
Her heart clenched again, and she glanced at him cautiously: "It's time to eat."
Jiang Liting raised his hand to pick her up on his lap. He held the cigarette with his fingertips and lightly dusted it on the side. He stared at her beautiful eyes for a moment:
"What are you afraid of? Huh?"
"Someone will come in, and it won't be good to be seen."
Su Wanyan's eyes were slightly red, and he immediately wanted to get up, but he was held in his arms easily, unable to move.
She flattened her delicate cheeks and said, "Jiang Shen is still watching."
"Get out."
Jiang Liting turned around and yelled fiercely at Jiang Chen. When he turned pale with fright, shrank his shoulders and hid, he turned his head again and said to Su Wanyan with unclear meaning:
"Wouldn't there be no one there, and it would be convenient to do anything."
Su Wanyan's chest was uneven with anger, and her eyes were filled with tears as she said:
"Why are you so fierce?"
"Then you are still my wife. Even if I hug you, it is legal. If others see it, they will see it. What is there to avoid?"
Jiang Liting wiped her tears with the back of his hand with clear veins. There was an emotion that Su Wanyan couldn't understand in his dark eyes. She lowered her head and said nothing.
Jiang Liting put her on the bed and sat face to face with her, his eyes falling on her lips.
My brain couldn't help but think of what my aunt said. As soon as she came in, she saw the two of them very close.
His eyes flashed sharply, and he gently raised his fingertips, pressing back and forth on her lips like rubbing or wiping.
Su Wanyan's red lips were bright red like blood. She leaned back to avoid his touch:
"What?"
"Pretty soft."
After Jiang Liting finished speaking, he no longer looked at her. He picked up the soup and was about to drink it. But then he thought that Fu Hanmu might have used this lunch box, and he put it down in disgust:
"Don't eat this meal, go back and eat it later."
Su Wanyan pursed her lips:
"Yaya still has to be hospitalized."
"Let Jiang Shen go back and call my mother to come and serve."
"It's so late. It's not safe for him to go back alone as a child. I'll just keep an eye on him. You can go back first."
Jiang Liting gave her a meaningful look, then lay on the bed, closed his eyes and said:
"I'll stay here tonight."
Su Wanyan said nothing and was about to lie down on the empty bed next to her, but Jiang Liting took her back again:
"Just lie here, the bed next to you is not made, how can you sleep?"
Su Wanyan was forced to lie on top of him, with Jiang Yaya sleeping next to her. She was so ashamed that she firmly refused:
"Can you please separate the occasion?"
The next second, Jiang Liting held the back of her head and kissed her deeply.
Su Wanyan's pupils opened in shock, and he could clearly hear the footsteps outside the door.
But before she could struggle, Jiang Liting let him go and lay on the empty bed next to him:
"Jiang Shen, come here and sleep."
Su Wanyan felt that he was too abnormal today and was a little confused by his behavior. However, he couldn't wait for him to speak, and the whole night passed in anxiety.
The next day, Jiang Liting bought toiletries and breakfast, with unclear meaning:
"I'll take Jiang Shen back and come back in the evening."
Su Wanyan nodded. Not long after he left, Fu Hanmu came over with rice and said:
"Yanyan, I made pork ribs and corn soup for you."
Su Wanyan refused, but couldn't refuse, so he could only take it. As soon as he opened the lid, the aroma wafted out. The soup inside was thick white, the corn was golden, and the ribs were soft and rotten.
She gave Jiang Yaya a piece of pork ribs. Jiang Yaya was mostly recovered and was very happy to eat.
Fu Hanmu sat next to Su Wanyan, smiled and said to Jiang Yaya: "It's delicious, your mother taught me this."
Su Wanyan thought of Fu Hanmu's clumsy appearance when he cooked for her for the first time. The corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and she turned around and said:
"Then you obviously have to learn it yourself..."
Before she finished speaking, her smile suddenly froze and her body trembled unconsciously. She saw the door frame behind Fu Hanmu.
Jiang Liting was leaning there, tilting his head, looking over with a cold and gloomy expression between his brows, and his whole body was full of sinister and cold aura.
