Chapter 269

Under the pressure of doubt and confusion, looking at his daughter-in-law crying like a pear blossom with rain, Wei Zhenhui's heart and liver are entangled, "daughter-in-law, don't cry, you cry again, I'm really looking for someone else!"

Of course Su Mian knew he was teasing her again. She swung her small fist and hit him on the chest, "dare you!"

Oh, his daughter-in-law's strength was not small, and Wei Zhenhui took a breath of air-conditioning.

Su Mian was surprised. She just clearly didn't use much strength, but Wei Zhenhui obviously had a real pain. Her eyebrows obviously wrinkled. In her previous life, she took out four bullets on the operating table and didn't take anesthetic, and she didn't see him frown.

"Hurt? Really hurt?" Su Mian looked up and smiled into a small face of flowers and bones, staring at him. His eyes were tenderness he had never seen.

Wei Zhenhui didn't know why. His eyes sank and recovered quickly. Then he nodded, "it doesn't hurt. It's okay for you to smash a few more times, daughter-in-law."

Without hesitation, Su Mian raised her hand and pressed it.

Wei Zhenhui narrowed his eyes. No, his daughter-in-law was real. He just said it casually. How can he take it seriously?

Then Su Mian used her eyes. As expected, Wei Zhenhui was shot again. This time, there was no fatal danger.

"Are you hurt?" Su Mian said and directly untied his coat. Wei Zhenhui's body suddenly stiffened.

The daughter-in-law quickly unbuttoned his coat. How does this posture feel like a couple going to sleep

Wei Zhenhui only wore a military uniform. He was in good health. Others were still wearing a wool vest. He had already taken it off.

"It's all right. It's much better to take part in an ordinary task some time ago." Wei Zhenhui lowered his head and watched Su Mian take out a small porcelain vase from his pocket, the same as he gave it to him last time.

The task that can hurt Wei Zhenhui is an ordinary task, isn't it strange? Su Mian snorted coldly, and her fingers pressed hard.

"Ah, daughter-in-law, take it easy..."

"Be light, you can remember. When the scar is good, you forget the pain." Su Mian turned her eyes fiercely, but the strength on her fingers was still small after all.

The wound is not deep. It was hit by an ordinary pistol. Wei Zhenhui is a vegetarian. Although he hasn't been a long time, new meat has grown inside.

Wei Zhenhui lowered his head and the whole person was tight.

The daughter-in-law's fingers were so beautiful, slender and snow-white, sliding slowly on his honey chest. At first, he felt that the ointment was cool and comfortable. After a while, he felt that the place touched by Su Mian began to burn out, and then the whole chest seemed to burn.

"Daughter-in-law, OK." Wei Zhenhui's Adam's apple rolled for a while, and his words were completely out of touch with his usual people, and he was speechless and hoarse. He was afraid of being touched by his daughter-in-law for a while. He really couldn't control himself.

It seems that the training must be doubled in the future. He found that he had no determination in front of Su Mian.

Su Mian didn't know that someone was ready to move. She still painted it carefully according to her own. She also blew two mouthfuls from time to time, "how long are you going to stay?"

Wei Zhenhui's attention was focused on Su Mian's fingers and those immortal Qi. When she asked, he hurriedly restrained his mind, "at least three or four days, more than a week."

Su Mian nodded, said nothing, and applied several more layers. Then she received the ointment and put it on his desk.

Wei Zhenhui breathed a long sigh. If his daughter-in-law painted it like this again, he couldn't control anything. He had to eat her.

Su Mian helps Wei Zhenhui fasten the buttons again. Wei Zhenhui thinks he must marry Su Mian quickly. He can see if he can eat. He's going to suffocate!