Song Qingcheng nodded

Yu Tingchuan: Did I tell you I shouldn’t talk?

What do you mean you shouldn’t talk? She asked

Looking at the beautiful eyes of the whole Song Dynasty, Yutingchuan chuckled and then said, I’m lying here because he won’t curse me, so the second brother is gone …

Words not finished song city has firmly hold his hand.

That clenched strength made Yutingchuan feel her worried mood.

Yu Tingchuan held her finger back and asked her Did you sleep well at home?

Well Song Qingcheng should

Don’t talk to each other, the room will be quiet in an instant.

But it’s not embarrassing.

Two people still hold the song city and feel at ease. After a while, she gently sighed and said to herself, I shouldn’t have filled in Nancheng University.

Nancheng University is not good? Yu Tingchuan has a generous voice.

Good, but not for me

Song Qingcheng didn’t. She already knew about his donation. Since he wanted to hide it from himself, she continued to pretend that she didn’t know that she still cared.

Su Ying said something right.

He does more harm than good with himself.

Song Qingcheng looked at him and promised, I will study hard later.

-digression–

Something delayed me today. Did you agree to brush the second watch at 9: 00 a.m. on overtime?

☆ Chapter 421 He is already a nearly perfect husband.

The export mist curled up and attracted the eyebrows of the Song Dynasty. She made her words solemn and Yu Tingchuan’s face smiled. He said, Nantah really should study hard and be compared with others.

There was an indescribable emotion in her gentle tone.

Song Qingcheng clenched his big hand

After transfusion, the drainage tube of Yutingchuan body has been pulled out.

But at this moment, she still clearly realized that, as she saw last night, this man is not omnipotent. He will get sick, have surgery and stay in bed.

Song Qingcheng didn’t talk much and didn’t want him to be too tired.

After a while, Yu Tingchuan said, Go home and rest tonight, and let the care workers watch here.

Good song city gently nodded.

Yutingchuan saw that she was so obedient, but it was a little unexpected that she would ask to stay with the night.

Song Qingcheng seems to know his thoughts. You haven’t recovered yet. I won’t give you any more trouble. Take care of yourself and your children.

Say self-reflection, wife, I’m not qualified yet. If I can’t do well, you can tell me directly that I will correct my shortcomings and try to keep up with you.

In her heart, he is already a nearly perfect husband.

Near dusk, the sunset outside the window turned red, and half the sky was blowing cold wind in the ward. Yu Tingchuan held his wife’s soft little finger abdomen and rubbed the back of her hand slightly. Then he hugged her and leaned against his arms. It’s good enough that there is no unqualified.

Men don’t come from her head like fake accents.

Song city dare not touch for fear of hurting him. He is waiting for his arms to hear his recognition of himself. The corners of his mouth are slightly evoked.

No matter what others think, at least he is his favorite wife in his heart.