Rescuing the Supporting Character

Wen Ruo has long been watching Jiang Feng is not pleasing to the eye.

At the beginning, her ability was limited. There was no way to take him. At this time, I got the chance. Which river peak would be like a thunder? She would like to say a few more words to poke the heart of the heart, directly let this dead old guy feel good!

At this time, Jiang was all the way to the cold and rushed to the car. She was still undecided, and she felt that the seat belt was not in a hurry. She only said: "You just walked too fast, I haven’t finished yet. Like this kind of person's slag, you can't give him a good face..."

Her voice did not fall, and she felt a strong force on her waist, and she suddenly pulled her to the river.

"Hey you……"

Wen Ru is a mouthful of words, but was blocked by a pair of soft thin lips.

Jiang's dark black eyelashes are close at hand, the roots are distinct, twitching, and it seems to be brushed to her eyebrows at any time.

He was trapped in her slender waist, and her hand was clasping her back. The cool lips and tongues came in strong.

There is no skill, only the arrogance and arrogance of the arrogance, not like the calm man who confronts Jiang Feng.

The two people linger in each other, in the narrow compartment, because the river is suddenly moving, the time is filled with a strong warm taste. Through a thin shirt, Wen could almost touch the heart of his powerful beating without any hindrance, and screamed and rang.

The skin at the bottom of the hand is hot and hot, and the temperature is a bit flustered.

As usual, even if she chooses to tease him, she also takes a bit of reason, not like this, because she feels that Jiang’s deep hidden in the calm appearance is deeply shocked and shocked. Mind.

Jiang was keenly aware of her loss of consciousness, and she was sucked up on Wenru's lips before she let go, but her hands still lingered in her waist.

"It’s as warm as it is."

His breath is unstable, his low voice is hoarse and charming, and his dark eyes are deep. "No regrets, every sentence you just said is true, so don't regret it, or I will kill you."

It’s hard to say that the river is so straightforward, even though it’s not like this.

Anyway, he finally admitted his feelings for her. She should be proud, isn't she?

It should be a moment to enjoy the joy of success, but it is complicated and difficult to say.

She raised her hand, her fingertips slowly stroked his eyebrows, Ying Ting's nose, and finally, stopped at his shiny rosy lips because of the hot kiss.

"I will always be with you," Wen said with hesitation. He smiled softly. "In this world, you are my most important person. Jiang Li, I will not throw you away." Just, in this world.

When he wakes up from reality, it can be a dream, and she will eventually forget all of this.

Just like Hou Qing, like Su Qingchen...

Looking at the river from the dark and bright eyes, the unsatisfied satisfaction and deep feelings of her eyes were so sad that she felt so confused for the first time.

- He is different from other people. He is the boss of the dark thorn and the person who truly exists in the real world.

Jiang’s life will not end in this world, and it’s not a sentence that promises you this life.

And when their life here comes to an end, she has no past memories, what ability is there to make up for his obsession?

She moved her lips and finally did not say anything. She only raised her hand and hooked Jiang’s neck, and buried her face in his arms.

Jiang did not know that she was now caught in an unprecedented self-abandonment. If she used to know about Wen, she would be able to find her pretend to be stubborn.

But now, Jiang Li is still immersed in the great joy of mutual affection.

Just a few minutes ago, the woman he loved, in front of everyone, declared her determination to marry him. It was a woman who was so weak, but she dared to use his body to keep him in front of him and to seek justice for him. .

- At that moment, the arrogance and radiance of her body burst into the heart.

In fact, he does not need to show that he is not the weak and helpless child of the past. Similarly, Wen should be able to understand it faintly, but she still did it, just like she couldn’t stand him being stunned outside. The grievances.

Jiang Li wanted to tell Wen Ruyi that he was not at all sad, really.

No matter what Jiang Feng thinks, how can he say that he can't hurt him. He is strong enough to protect her safely under the wings, and as long as she does not leave, he will never let anyone hurt her - including himself.

Jiang tightened his arms and restrained his feelings of stirring. He was warm and tight in his arms.

She snuggled up to him, and Jiang went over and over again, using her jaw to gently rub her hair.

The two have been silent for a long time.

Jiang slowly opened his mouth: "Why don't you talk?"

Wen Ruo’s eyes were drooping and he squatted on his neck: “Sleepy, don’t want to move.”

Jiang is speechless, and she dares to marry him. He is not because he is moved. It is really a white sigh of his tenderness.

He patted her back unceremoniously at the moment: "Don't sleep in the car, get up, get home in more than ten minutes, and say that you have dinner today."

Wen Ru is screaming, and complained: "My stomach is not comfortable!" Some friends have served their work, haven't you heard of it? She is in a bad mood today and does not want to cook!

Jiang looked at her for a long while, silently pushing it back in place, then pulling down the seat belt to buckle her, then turning back to ignite the fire.

When he stepped on the gas pedal, he fluttered from the rearview mirror and licked her eyes.

"You are not a bad stomach, you are lazy."

"..." Wen was speechless, and returned to the back of the chair, threw him a head back, turned his head and looked at the scenery that passed through the window.

Pooh! She is obviously sad, not a lazy person, no eyes, no mood guy!

"Sadness" and "lazy illness" are not in a grade.

As it turns out, Jiang Li really did not marry her.

When I got home, Wen Ruwei was not eating the stomach and eating food. When I changed my clothes, I fell down on the sofa. I said that I was not comfortable here. It was not right.

All in all, she is uncomfortable, not hungry at all, and does not want to cook.

Jiang Liming knew that she was swearing, but in the end she couldn’t help but have a woman who had no limit on her stupidity. He can't learn her shamelessness, and sells Meng on the sofa without image.

Although Jiang Li really wanted to lick the tail of the bear behind Wen Ruyi’s clothes, she slammed her on the sofa and “cleaned up” her meal, but when she saw her puffy eyes, it was still not too light. Knocked on the warm forehead and rolled up the sleeves into the kitchen.

Seeing that he was really ready to wash her hands and make soup, Wen immediately turned up and climbed up, rubbed his forehead, curiously sneaked into the kitchen door to peek.

"You will cook?" she was surprised.

Will cooking, why not buy kitchen utensils before? The things outside are not fresh, there are many waste oils, and it is easy to get sick in those places every day.

“Yeah.” Jiang Li took a piece of meat from the refrigerator and thawed it in the microwave.

"Before I used to wander outside for a while, when I was poor, I could only find something to eat." I remembered the stainless steel lunch box that was warmed up with eggs. Jiang Weiwei smiled.

At that time, he could not only cook things with similar utensils. As for the ingredients, it was varied. The vegetable market sold the leftover leaves, expired bread, and even mice. The instant noodles were all luxury items.

However, Jiang Li did not want to say it to make Wen Ruwei sad. He cooked the rice and smacked a few words to skip the free and difficult days. "Later work earned some money. After living for a long time, I slowly learned to make simple dishes."

Although there are only a few short sentences, Wen Ruyi is also distressed.

If he really wandered outside, from the time period to speculate, it is only after Shen Mengyuan’s death that Jiang left the house to leave this blank.

During the period, Jiang Shaohua was sent to aristocratic school. After several years, he did not return home. Jiang Feng was not willing to mention Jiang’s dispensable son. Shen Liyun did not want his resentment to affect Jiang Shaohua, so he did not really take power until many years later. I only know the details.

But what he had learned was that only Jiang Feng interrupted the ribs from the river. It didn't take long for the river to run from the hospital without a good injury. After a few years, a relative of Shen’s family heard that a child in the neighboring orphanage had a similar appearance to the missing river, and then Jiang Feng only took him back.

How big was the river at that time? Seven years old? Nine years old? The so-called wage earning of work can only be used as child labor in places where there are no business licenses and stalls.

Wen sucked his nose and slowly walked over, holding his thin waist from behind, his face on the back of the river, low: "...sorry."

Wen couldn’t tell, why should he say sorry to him, as if he didn’t, he couldn’t express his apology for him – whether he had considered his life, mood, or after he woke up , destined to continue the lonely future.

Jiang’s hand with a wet hand stiffened and his lips slowly tilted up.

"It's all in the past. Is there anything I'm sorry about?" He moved, but he was warm and dying, but he had to drag her to wash the vegetables.

The temperature is low and low, and the heart is sore and wants to cry.

Just a cry, but let Jiang heard the whim in her voice.

"What's wrong with this?" Jiang was crying and laughing, simply dried his hands and forced her to the front. Wen Ruo's eyes were reddish, and his lips were not willing to look directly at him.

Jiang Li gaze at her stubborn appearance, smiles gradually, and sighs. "Stupid, don't feel sorry for me, don't feel embarrassed, you see, I am not here right now."

Wen Ru is flat and flat, not talking.

When Jiang saw her bright and clear eyes, her tears were at this moment, and her heart could not help but become a spring water. She cares about him and will care so much about those who have been in the past.

He provoked her chin and rubbed it, bowed his head for a moment, and then softly joked. "I didn't find out before, you are still a crying ghost. Little monster, you should live for thousands of years, Still crying, are you so?"

Wen is so angry, raise his hand and shoot him: "You are a thousand years of living monsters! How to say, you have seen such a beautiful monster!"

Jiang Li caught her white wrist, and her cold eyebrows stretched out like a beautiful scroll.

"...is really beautiful."

Even if she only has a road face, in his heart, she is also the most beautiful one, belonging to his monster.

Jiang gently smiled from the curved lips, slowly leaning to kiss the warm lips.

Because of you, the broken soul can be completed.

My heart will no longer be worried about the past, so don't feel sorry for me.

In the small kitchen, the orange light in the microwave oven is still on, and the thawed meat slowly turns away during the rotation. Half of the vegetables were scattered in the basin, and the hot air was thrown out in the rice cooker, and a couple leaned against the sink.

He gently embraced her, and cherished her lingeringly in her lips.

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