The two left the guest room, and the courtyard was separated from Wen Chongzheng's wall. On the way, Yang An saw her silent and comforted her, "Xiao Song, don't worry too much! Uncle Fan said he had a way. He just had to rush back to Heilong Mountain within seven days. Only there can he help A Zheng."

"oh."

"You have to think about the better, although you have to separate, Ah Zheng can get better."

"oh."

"Uncle Fan said that A Zheng suddenly fell ill. This is because he practiced martial arts and the poison in his body spread faster."

"Oh, that's it."

"Xiao Song." Yang An stepped forward, stopped her, looked at her, and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable? You think you want to separate from A Zheng?"

"So, are you going to stop me now and let A Zheng and I get less time together?" Song Nuan said, and walked around him, "If he can be good, everything will be good!"

What is a separation?

She just wants him to suffer less and recover soon.

Yang An followed in.

"Nuannuan."

As soon as Song Nuan entered, Old Mrs. Wen stood up suddenly as she listened to the sound of footsteps, stepped forward and held her shoulders, and looked her up and down.

"Grandma, I'm fine!"

Song Nuan's eyes bypassed her and looked at the person on the bed.

Wen Chongzheng has not woken up yet.

Old Mrs. Wen let go of her and looked at her eyes, immediately with tears in her eyes, "Nannuan, please stay here, Alai and I will go out to prepare something for him."

Wen Chongzheng brought nothing and was going to set off for Heilong Mountain tomorrow. She had to go to the street to prepare something for him.

Song Nuan nodded, "Okay!"

Old Mrs. Wen glanced at Yang An, and Yang An immediately said, "Xiao Song, don't worry! I will accompany my uncle. I am familiar with this county."

"Okay!" Song Nuan walked to the bed and sat down.

Several people left the room and helped her close the door.

"A Zheng, I'm back."

“…”

Song Nuan held his hand tightly, and it was cold, like a piece of iron. She looked at the thick quilt again, and tears fell without warning.

He was like this, and he was still running around for her.

Tears are getting worse and worse.

She choked and held his hand tightly.

The time when the two of them were together in the past surged into their minds one by one, as if those fragments had a tacit understanding, they surged up in an orderly manner and passed by one by one.

"Woo..." Song Nuan pulled his hand and covered his face, tears soaking his fingers.

The fingers on her face moved, and her fingertips gently pressed the corners of her eyes, "Nannuan, don't cry!" A weak voice came into her ears, and Song Nuan held his hand hard, not wanting him to see her crying like a tabby cat.

However, the crying could no longer be suppressed.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Wen Chong was looking at her and stopped thrusting his hands. He stretched out his other hand with difficulty and stroked her head gently, as if he was stroking a rare treasure.

He made her cry.

She cried for him.

A complex feeling surged up, and he felt his eyes sore and painful, but it was very dry and there was no feeling of moistness.

His throat was tight, and at this moment, he couldn't even make a sound.

Song Nuan cried for a long time and seemed to be unable to stop.

The last time it was because of Song Ling, and this time it was because of Wen Chongzheng.

She felt that after coming here, God seemed to intend to compensate her for everything she lacked in modern times.

The family love she longs for.

All are there.

"Nannuan, that's OK! If you cry again, your eyes will swollen and then you won't look good." Wen Chongzheng sighed and pulled out his hand vigorously.

He looked at her with tears in his eyes and his nose was red, and his heart was so distressed.

"Aren't I doing well? I won't let you be a widow early, and I won't let you really implement that you are a monster in Caiyang."

He used his fingers to wipe her tears. Seeing her look surprised, he couldn't help laughing, "I want you to pick you, but... can't do it?"

No, right?

This sounds like a joke, but it is full of sadness.

What kind of body he picks?

Song Nuan came to his senses, reached out and pinched him, yelling at him with his teeth: "Wen Chongzheng, can you be a little bit human?"

Wen Chongzheng muttered: "The man you don't want to pick for your wife is not like a man."

His voice was not loud, and Song Nuan could hear it clearly.

Well!

Song Nuan instantly petrified, this topic should be skipped.

"Wife, is it?"

"..." Song Nuan... Really, you really want to implement that I am a monster.

"Wife, is it?"

"..." Song Nuan... Although I am thin, if you press on me, you will have to die, right?

"daughter in law……"

"What the hell is it? Shut up!" Song Nuan was angry and embarrassed, with a pretty face flushed.

Wen Chongzheng grinned and said with satisfaction: "This is my wife, full of vitality. I would rather yell at me than watch you cry like that."

Song Nuan's eyes were quickly stained with water again.

Wen Chongzheng quickly stopped: "Don't...don't cry!"

"Wen, Chong, Zheng."

"Wife, I'm here!"

"Tomorrow morning, you will follow Uncle Fan to Heilong Mountain, and I won't accompany you. There are still a lot of things at home."

"good!"

"What are you going to do about Aunt Qing?"

"Tonight, Zhou Wenbin will let her go. I have arranged for Alai to go to the back door to pick her up."

"She...let her go to Heilong Mountain with you."

Song Nuan thought about it for a long time and now it is inappropriate to let Yan Qing live in Gaoshan Village. Although Yan Qing is tough, her body has also suffered from many problems after so many years of imprisonment.

Especially the two iron hooks that have grown together with the flesh.

If Gu Bufan was taken care of and treated, Song Nuan would be more at ease.

"Okay!" Wen Chongzheng nodded.

He had thought that even if he took Yan Qing out, he would send it to him.

"Wen, Chong, Zheng!" Song Nuan called his name word by word and looked at him deeply, "If you can come back healthy, I will tell you a secret."

"Okay!" Wen Chong was looking at her and suddenly sighed, "If I come back, you can pick me?"

Song Nuan looked at him without saying anything, her face turned red.

Why does this person always say such words so seriously? In the end, it seemed like she had thought it wrongly.

"Wife, is it?"

"..." Song Nuan raised her face, held his face, leaned over and kissed him on his forehead. She leaned into his ear and said lightly: "When you come back, let's compete, whoever wins will win."

Upon hearing this, Wen Chongzheng's eyes lit up suddenly.
Chapter completed!