Rebirth of the Little Military Wife

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Very long and deep scars, only a lot of hemostatic powder was applied to stop the bleeding.

Jing Xuan had faded his blood-stained shirt, revealing a strong, sturdy, and exquisite upper body.

He sat cross-legged on a bamboo chair, Yang Jinghai stood behind him, skillfully and carefully treating his wounds.

Tang Huai was standing next to him with hot eyes.

In the days to come, she always thought that Jing Xuan was cut to save her.

It wasn't that he dashed over and cut the knife for her. I'm afraid her neck was cut off.

Tang Huai pouted, staring at Jingxuan's scar with a crying face. After living for two lifetimes, it was the first time he encountered such a man who would protect her regardless of his life.

Tang Huai's heart was touched and confused.

Jing Xuan raised her eyes and saw her look like she was about to cry. She raised her hand and gently held her hand. The low-alcohol voice showed endless softness: "Tang Huai, don't look at my wound when looking at my face. "

Tang Huai glanced over his face, he was still so beautiful except for a trace of fatigue between his brows.

The deep, narrow and long phoenix eyes, star-eyed sword eyebrows, delicate facial features, and firm chin like a knife.

After taking off his clothes, Tang Huai noticed that he had several scars on his chest and arms.

In his clothes, he is handsome and handsome. Who would have thought that his tall and straight body carried so many scars.

The bright surface makes people envious, but the scar on his body makes Tang Huai feel distressed.

No wonder Jing Peng in his last life has always admired Jing Xuan, has always regarded Jing Xuan as his target, and then went to join the army. But it was abandoned midway, and ran to the hospital to be the boss.

It turned out that soldiers are not so good, like Jing Xuan and Zhang Tingzhi can climb to such positions, I don't know how much sweat and blood to pay.

Tang Huai looked at Jing Xuan, looked at the scar on his chest, and then he thought of his last life. He suddenly felt so bad for him, raised his other hand, and gently touched his firm and delicate face: "Brother Jing Xuan ..."

When her hand touched her face, Jing Xuan's pupils shrank and touched softly, making him feel like a deer and his breath stagnation: "Tang Huai ...?"

"Brother Jing Xuan, isn't it ...? Hasn't you been marrying for me all the time?" By the middle age, he left himself alone?

Jing Xuan heard it, froze for a moment, and his deep eyes suddenly became extremely hot. He looked directly at Tang Huai's eyes and said lowly: "Yes! I only want to marry you in this life!"

When Tang Huai heard it, somehow, the tears fell, and the voice fell softly, with endless complexity: "Brother Jing Xuan ..."

Tears fell on Jing Xuan's arm, burning his heart through the skin.

Jing Xuan was very distressed when she looked at Yingying's crush.

"Silly girl, don't cry, I want you to laugh, not to cry."

"You are hurt, my heart hurts, how could it not be possible to cry?" More thoughts of the last life he cried because he never moved.

"The wound is long, but not deep. The bleeding is stopped. There is no danger to people's lives. They can't die. They cry." Yang Jinghai saw Tang Huai crying and said coolly.

"Is it necessary for someone to die before crying? My man bleeds so much blood for my injury. Can't I cry because of his distress? Old man!"

Tang Huai was already distressed by Jing Xuan, and was afraid that Jing Xuan would have any shortcomings. Yang Jinghai's "dead" word touched her bottom line, and she yelled at Yang Jinghai regardless of her image.

My man ...

These three words, like a spoonful of honey, were fed into Jing Xuan's mouth until it was sweet.

In exchange for bitterness, she was moved, tears, and the words "My Man", it's worth it!

When Tang Huai was angry and roaring, she was as cute as she was cute. Jing Xuan looked at her eyes and became more spoiled and affectionate.

"It's so fierce, only the men in your family dare to want you." Yang Jinghai said, pursing his old lips.

"Have you given him the best medicine? Will the wound be infected? If I don't make his wound well, I will tell your nephew to go." Tang Huai looked at Yang Jinghai Road without the previous respect.

Yang Jinghai didn't like his nephew Yang Wei, but after all, he had a meeting with his father's brother, and Yang Wei was the only son of his elder brother. His elder brother, like him, was a middle-aged son.

If Yang Wei really went to jail, his elder brother would be mad.

"The best medicine has been used. This is the hemostatic powder I personally grind. It not only has the hemostatic effect, but also reduces inflammation, the wound will not be infected, and there will be no pus." Yang Jinghai entered the room where he slept.

"I like you like this, tough." Jing Xuan raised his hand and gently pinched Tang Huai's face.

"Does the wound hurt?" Tang Huai asked with concern.

"It hurts." These powders sprinkled on the wound, making the wound tingle, like salting.

"When hemostasis, the wound will hurt. After a while, it will become numb and it won't hurt." Yang Jinghai took out a small black bottle and handed it to Tang Huai: "Feed him three pills."

"Okay." Tang Huai took the medicine bottle and looked at Yang Jinghai: "Grandpa Yang, I was angry and nervous just before I was fierce. You don't mind."

Yang Jinghai smiled and waved, "I like your fierce look like my wife."

Tang Huai: ...

What a metaphor.

"Don't compare my Tang Huai with your wife." How can his wife compare with his Tang Huai!

"Xishi is in my lover's eyes. My wife is so good, and I don't want to compare with you, Tang Huai." Think of your wife, Yang Jinghai, nostalgic.

The year when he killed his son, her wife was overwhelmed with grief, and an accident killed her when she went out.

His wife is ten years younger than him, he loves her very much, she is often fierce to him, he likes to smile and look at his fierce look.

Tang Huai scooped up half a bowl of porridge soup and fed Jing Xuan to take three black pills.

The sky was completely dark, and the lights were on.

After Jing Xuan stopped bleeding, Tang Huai cooked all the chickens and ducks he had cooked.

The weather in late autumn is not hot, and the baked chicken and duck meat will not taste even if it is put the next day.

Jing Xuan was hurt and could not eat chicken. Tang Huai let him eat a duck and boiled sweet potato syrup.

After eating, Yang Jinghai asked Tang Huai to clean up a room and let her sleep with Jing Xuan.

This is Tang Huai. He slept in the same room with Jing Xuan for the first time.

Jing Xuan put two wooden planks in front of the bed to make the floor, and let Tang Huai sleep on the wooden bed.

After dinner, I went back to the room and rested. The three of them said nothing about Yang Wei.

Yang Jinghai didn't want to mention it, fearing that Jing Xuan would hold Yang Wei accountable. Jing Xuan did not mention it because he could avoid this bitter plan. He did not. To be precise, Jing Xuan deliberately let Yang Wei cut it, but the alcoholic did not mean it. Of course, he did not let Yang Wei do it. He went to jail, so after reaching his goal, he forgot all about Yang Wei, and he would never mention it. Tang Huai didn't mention it, because she wanted Yang Jinghai to feel guilty and go to see a mother, whether she would be held accountable for Yang Wei's intentional injury. She believed Jing Xuan would handle it well.

Now, late at night, Yang Jinghai has returned to his room to sleep. Jing Xuan and Tang Huai's room, with the lights on, lie on the ground one by one, lying side by side, staring with four eyes.