The little girl was so embarrassed that she felt a burst of grievances, puffed out her cheeks and hummed at him, hugged the quilt and pillow, and walked back to the next room where she was going back and forth.

With a "bang" sound, the room was quiet again.

When Jiang Shu realized that he was shooting his feet again, she was already blocked by her.

The man immediately followed to the door and knocked on the door several times: "Ningning, it's my fault, can you come out? I'm deliberately teasing you, you don't want to be crooked, that's what I think, I just want you to accompany you. I'm sleeping in the bed, that's the kind of man with a bad mind, eh? It's too dark inside, and there's no night light, aren't you most afraid of the dark? I'll accompany you when you come out, Ning Ning?"

Wen Ning didn't say a word, hugged the pillow and buried herself in the bed. The more he talked, the more shy she became, like a public execution.

Wen Ning was so suffocated that she couldn't breathe, she lifted the quilt again, and started the death quiz between lovers fiercely: "You're right, how could you be wrong...!"

Jiang Shu's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he really felt the difficulty of coaxing his little girlfriend. What's more, he hadn't even caught up with this little girl. It was even more difficult: "I was really wrong, and it's heinous."

Wen Ning grabbed the quilt, her teeth bit her soft lips, her face blushed and she held back a smile.

Jiang Shu stood outside the door for a long time, and Wen Ning, who had been in the room for a long time, had unconsciously slept with another pillow in his arms. He got the key, and gently opened the door and went in.

The little girl on the bed slept sweetly with her half-length pillow on her back, with one foot on the pillow, her cheek resting, her slender arms tightly hugging the pillow, and her whole body was filled with a faint girly fragrance.

For the first time in Jiang Shu's heart, such an emotion emerged: This pillow is really enviable...

The man carefully walked to the bed, gently took all her hands and legs off the pillow, and then ruthlessly threw the broken pillow into the corner of the room.

Wen Ning moved, turned over slightly, Jiang Shu took the opportunity to lie down beside her and pulled the quilt.

The little girl's embrace was empty for a while, and she seemed to feel uncomfortable, and her hands and feet quickly wrapped around him. This embrace was much warmer and more secure than a pillow. The warmth in her sleep rubbed against him, and her movements were naturally and habitually found in his arms. In a comfortable position, he fell asleep again.

While feeling the breath of this little guy talking on his chest, Jiang Shu thought about sneaking back out before she woke up and pretending that nothing happened.

He glanced at the time on the phone, and cherished the person tightly.

Seven more hours to hold...

Chapter 77 Mrs.

Jiang Shuxian woke up one step after six in the morning.

I have to say, he didn't sleep much all night, not because he couldn't sleep, but because he was reluctant to sleep.

In this way, the chance to fall asleep with Wen Ning in his arms has been difficult since the divorce. Last night, he took a chance and hugged her and was reluctant to let go, like a fledgling boy in love, staring at her asleep He kept staring at his face, and the more he looked at it, the faster his heart beat faster.

I watched it half asleep and half awake all night. When woke up the next morning, Wen Ning was resting on his firm chest, two small hands grabbed the fabric of his pajamas, and fell asleep.

Jiang Shu didn't dare to move at first, but then he couldn't hold back, he secretly kissed her for a while, and before she woke up, he tiptoed back to the hospital bed outside.

The matter of love is also wonderful. When the person you like is by your side, whether you are asleep or awake, there is always a sense of security for no reason.

Wen Ning had a rare sleepless night without dreams, and slept very soundly, but Jiang Shu had just walked away for a while, and she also showed signs of awakening. .

The hazy sleepy eyes opened slightly, and he subconsciously probed his hand to the side.

Empty, no one.

Wen Ning frowned slightly. After she fell asleep last night, she vaguely felt that someone was holding her. The embrace was warm and made her feel very at ease. She once thought it was Jiang Shu, but at this moment, it seemed that it was just Is she dreaming?

This kind of self-indulgent feeling is too shameful. Maybe it was because he kept talking about sleeping with her before going to bed last night, that she would have such a dream so unsatisfactory, right? Wen Ning couldn't find a reasonable explanation to comfort herself for a while, but felt that the misunderstanding of Jiang Shu sneaking in to accompany her made her feel ashamed.

Ashamed and a little lost.

What the hell is going on with this bastard? When didn't talk about chasing her before, started chasing her every day.

Wen Ning sat up with the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed, and glanced at the closed door at random. She remembered that the door was not locked last night, and she could even open it without a key. Jiang Shu was actually... indifferent. !

While thinking about it, the little girl changed her clothes and got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash. During this period, because she constantly regretted her disappointment, she ignored the button of her pajamas on her chest, which was obviously in the wrong position, and was close to her collarbone. In the mirror, there is a very obvious trace of pink.

When Wen Ning came out of the wash, Jiang Shu was still lying on the hospital bed dozing.

From luxury to frugality, he spent a night in the gentle village of his sweetheart, and all of a sudden he returned to this cold hospital bed. Fragrance, the gap is so big that after he came out, he couldn't fall asleep.

He just heard the sound of Wen Ning opening the door. In order not to reveal his secrets, he could only pretend that he hadn't woken up yet.

Wen Ning walked to the bedside, and patiently and carefully checked the wound that had not healed yet. In fact, there was no major problem. Most of the bruises had scabbed over, and several connected scabs had gradually formed. It fell off, and the bottle did not need to be beaten. Only the medicine prescribed by the doctor for half a week to consolidate the recovery has not been finished.

Thinking of this, Wen Ning made a cup of hot water for him and put it on the table beside the bed, thinking that when he woke up, it happened to be warm.