After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 635 Jiang Fan goes offline
Nan Song looked at his fingers, with disgust that could not be concealed in his eyes.

"Did you make a rice dumpling for me?"

Yu Jinwen heard the negative comments about his medical work, "How about I give you a new one?"

As he said this, he was about to take off the bandage. Nan Song withdrew his hand and said, "Forget it, let's do it. I don't want to suffer the second crime."

Just be ugly, as long as you are handsome.

Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song's injured hand, still unable to hide his distress. He helped her wipe off the blood on the carving knife, looked at the unfinished jade carving, and asked, "Do you still want to carve it?"

Nan Song glanced at the half-finished product. The image that was firmly rooted in his memory was no longer so profound after such a carving.

Suddenly it becomes blurry, things are different and people are different, that's probably what it feels like.

"I won't carve it anymore, let's leave it for now."

Nan Song had a lot of jade chips on her body and her hands were dirty. She wanted to get up and wash her hands, but Yu Jinwen held her back.

He bent over and patted the jade powder on her body, preventing her from getting wet. He used a wet wipe to wipe her hands, "Don't get wet for the next few days. Let's recover from the injury."

Nan Song asked: "What should I do if I wash my face?"

Yu Jinwen replied smoothly, "I'll wash it for you."

Nan Song asked again, as if deliberately, "What about taking a bath?"

"It's me too..." Yu Jinwen responded subconsciously, suddenly raising his head and looking at the playful light in Nan Song's eyes. Seeing that she could still joke, his face also glowed with a new look, knowing that she was facing the most difficult situation in her heart. It was over, and he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and touched her head, "I'll take care of you."

That's good.

Nan Song felt relieved and had an appetite for rice rolls.

"It's already cold. Let me go to the kitchen and heat it up for you again." Yu Jinwen said.

Nan Song: "No, it's still warm."

She forked a piece with her left hand, but it didn't break. Seeing that she was about to use her injured left hand, Yu Jinwen hurriedly stopped her, "Little ancestor, let me go!"

He was really afraid of her, so he picked up the plate, made rice rolls for her, and fed her.

Under the feeding of her 24-year-old boyfriend, Nan Song obediently acted like her little hamster, opening her big mouth to take the pieces of rice rolls and ate them all.

"Eat slowly and don't choke."

Yu Jinwen felt that Nan Song had indeed become more and more relaxed after being with him. In the past, she still maintained the ladylike persona of everyone, and ate in small bites. Now she gradually let herself go, and ate in small quantities. He took big mouthfuls, his mouth was as bulging as a hamster's, and he looked satisfied with what he was eating.

Just looking at it makes people very appetizing.

When Yu Jinwen saw that she was eating happily, he was also happy.

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When taking a shower, Nan Song's hand was honestly raised in the air. Yu Jinwen held the shower head with one hand, adjusted the water temperature and water flow to her body, and held the bath ball with the other hand to apply foam on her body. , for fear of hurting her, his movements were as gentle as if he were dealing with a fragile porcelain doll.

Even so, he was trying to endure it.

Because a certain porcelain doll was blinking at him with its big, watery eyes.

"Are you going to keep staring at me like this?"

Yu Jinwen's voice was faint, and he felt that his throat was even hotter than the water temperature.

Nan Song said confidently: "What's wrong with you? You're handsome and you don't want others to look at you?"

"..."

Yu Jinwen stood up straight. Through the hazy mist, both of them were now in a mess. Their faces were blurry. Only their eyes were clear in black and white.

A pure sincerity.

When Nan Song said something, Yu Jinwen knew she did it on purpose.

He half-smiled but looked at her deeply, "Miss Nan, if you continue like this, I can guarantee that you will be in danger."

"Oh?" Nan Song seemed to want to carry out this scene to the end, looking up at him, "How dangerous can it be?"

This provocation method is extremely clumsy, even a little deliberate and childish, but for men, it is tantamount to a provocation.

If you don’t do something, you will be sorry for the current atmosphere.

So everything that follows is very logical.

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cold.

Biting cold.

Jiang Fan lay on the hard bed of the cell, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep all night.

In fact, he didn't know how many sleepless nights he had spent. He didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, his whole body would be immersed in the water, the boundless ocean. His body sank deeper and deeper, and his feet His wrist seemed to be entangled in water plants, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

It was pitch black before his eyes, no light could be seen.

Since when did he gradually lose sight of the road under his feet.

There was a trap on the left and a cliff on the right, all tempting him to step over.

Song Xi smiled and waved to him, "Come on, come on...Brother Fan, we are the same kind of people. We are all poor people who were abandoned by our parents. We share the same problem..."

The father had a bomb strapped to his body and his eyes were distracted. "Son, dad committed a crime, and there is nothing he can do. You have to help dad pay for this crime."

The mother looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Son, save me, save mom!"

Tears fell from the corners of Jiang Fan's eyes, and his face was full of sorrow.

He is a useless person. He can neither stop Song Xi, pay for his father's sins, nor save his mother from jail. He can do nothing!
He could only watch, watching...

"Jiang Fan, there are two ways at the moment. If you believe me, I will save you. If you don't believe me, then you will go all the way to the dark side. It's up to you."

Seeing Nan Song's leaving figure, the person he had been trying to catch up with all his life, Jiang Fan couldn't help but reach out his hand to hold her.

I want to say: Xiao Song, don’t leave, I believe in you!

How could he not believe her?

She is the light in his life and his faith!
Jiang Fan sat up, covering his face, breathing heavily like a drowned fish, and his breathing was confused. At this time, the door of the cell opened.

"No. 1108, Jiang Fan?"

"To!"

Jiang Fan responded subconsciously, turned around, and faced the light. He squinted his eyes, unable to open his eyes, and couldn't clearly see the appearance of the person coming.

The door closed, the light went out, and the solitary cell fell into darkness.

His feet kicked helplessly at the sheets, and his neck was severely strangled. Jiang Fan's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out. The sheets were crumpled into a ball, but his feet gradually lost strength. His face turned purple and he turned over. His eyelids also sunk, like a flickering candlelight in the hunting wind, gradually extinguished.

"You are Uncle Jiang's son, Jiang Fan, right?"

When he heard the sound, he turned his head suddenly and saw a small head popping out of a cluster of fiery red flowers. It was Nan Song when he was a child.

He smiled, "Xiao Song!"

"Hey, do you know me?"

Nan Song smiled and stretched out his hand towards him, "Brother Jiang Fan, come over and help me pull weeds. I will give you half of my pocket money."

"Okay, I'll be right here!"

He quickly took off his shoes, walked over to her, and took her hand.

How wonderful it would be if nothing changed...

(End of this chapter)