After madly criticizing the commander for taking something from him, his wife ran away

Shen Zhuohuai's clothes were also brought in by Ye Xifu, looking at the basin of water and a set of dry underwear, Su Man fell into deep thought.

She looked at Shen Zhuohuai and then at something, and instantly didn't know what to do, not to mention that Su Man had never waited for someone to wear clothes, let alone an unconscious man.

But seeing that Shen Zhuohuai was black, she accepted her fate, wrung out the towel in her hand and gently wiped his face from top to bottom, and finally washed the dirt on his face, Su Man put down the towel and reached out to unbutton his collar.

The further down she went, her face gradually became hot and flushed, as if she had been burned by fire.

After unbuttoning all the buttons, the man's lean chest muscles were half exposed, Su Man glanced over sharply, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Su Man, Su Man, isn't it a man's body? Haven't you never seen it, as for being so unproductive!

She brainwashed herself, opened her eyes again, and reached out to pull open the man's front placket, which startled her.

Although she had an unpleasant and honest meeting with Shen Zhuohuai, Su Man hadn't looked at the man's body carefully at that time.

When I saw it today, it scared Su Man.

The knife wounds on Shen Zhuohuai's body, the gunshot wounds of all sizes add up to dozens, and some traces are added to the old wounds that have scabbed.

Su Man steadied her trembling hand, pinched the towel and gently swiped over those wounds, she always thought that a proud son of heaven like Shen Zhuohuai only needed to move his mouth to sit in this position.

But now, Su Man retracted his previous opinion of Shen Zhuohuai.

She wiped it down briefly, and took a lot of effort to change his clothes.

It was already dark outside, and after Su Man finished these things, he fell asleep on the edge of the bed tiredly.

Until the day dawned and the sun fell on the floor of the bedroom, the man on the bed twisted his eyebrows and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment she lifted her eyelids, the strange and familiar environment fell into his field of vision, and the burning pain on the back of her hand reminded her that the fire had really happened yesterday.

Shen Zhuohuai moved his fingers, but found that his fingertips were suppressed by something and he couldn't move.

His gaze went down to the top of the woman's jet-black hair, the woman's long hair was scattered around the bed, and her elbow was inadvertently pressed against his hand.

Shen Zhuohuai looked at the woman's sleeping side face, quiet and beautiful, and the picture of Su Man methodically directing the rescue yesterday came to his mind, as well as her panicked appearance when she pressed on Song Yunci's body.

As soon as I thought of this, the emotions that had been calmed down were instantly ignited again.

He withdrew his hand, watched the woman's head hit the edge of the bed hard, and with a mutter, finally opened his worried eyes.

Su Man was dreaming of going to Building 101 with Xiao Xianrou to have a luxurious dinner, and just raised a glass to celebrate, her 82-year-old red wine was interrupted before she could enter her mouth.

Who the hell interrupted her good dream!

As soon as Su Man raised her head, she met the man's sharp and cold eyes, she blinked, and a smile rose on the corner of her lips.

"Dashuai, you're awake!"

Su Man supported the edge of the bed with both hands to get up, and as soon as he got up, the slender wrist bone was held by the man, and then Su Man was easily pulled in front of him.

"You still have injuries on your body!" Su Man hurriedly reminded him.

Shen Zhuohuai's expression was gloomy, and he did not ease because of her concern.

"Su Man, you are so short of men? It was Song Wenjing before, and now you have shifted the target to Song Yunci? Have you forgotten your identity?"

The man accused sharply, and the accusations made Su Man's face change.

She struggled twice, but her strength was not as good as that of a man, Su Man simply gave up struggling, she pulled the corners of her lips, revealing a contemptuous smile.

"Su Man doesn't dare to forget, I am an outer room, how dare I covet General Song, the big marshal really looks down on Su Man.

She glanced at her face and stopped looking at Shen Zhuohuai.

Su Man secretly scolded herself, blaming her for being soft-hearted, and when she saw the scars on Shen Zhuohuai's body, she changed her opinion of him, but this man has an arrogant temperament in his bones, how could she expect him to change? Shen Zhuohuai stared

at her coldly, and finally let go of his hand, Su Man hurriedly got off him, this action like a snake and scorpion made the man's expression even colder.

"Get out!" the man's eyes were cold, and he didn't show any emotion.

Su Man couldn't wait, she turned around and didn't go back out of the bedroom, Qingluo and Xiang'er were waiting for her at the door early in the morning, and when they saw her, they came out to greet her for breakfast.

At the dinner table of the three women, the atmosphere also seemed relaxed and lively.

The happiest is Xiang'er, no, she is happy and worried.

"Although the deed of sale is gone, I am free, but I grew up in Yichun since I was a child, and I don't know anything except dealing with men, how will I support myself when I go out in the future?"

It's not a way to live here in Su Man for a long time, and people have no responsibility to support her for a lifetime, sooner or later she will have to go out.

Qingluo didn't say a word, she didn't know how to comfort Xiang'er.

Su Man brought his small box and divided half of the silver ticket in it to Xiang'er: "Here is the money I earned from the books I published."

Xiang'er looked at the silver ticket handed over, and was so frightened that she stretched out her hand and pushed it back: "Su Man, what are you doing here? This is the money you have worked so hard to earn to live, how can I ask

for it!" Su Man knew that Xiang'er would not accept it, she had already thought of the wording: "There is not much money here, it is the money that asked you to help me run errands at the beginning, and there will be a place for Sister Xiang'er to help me in the future, you must collect this money!" Otherwise, I'm embarrassed to find Sister Xiang'er to run errands again, let alone your errand fee when the time comes, I won't even earn my own living expenses.

What Su Man said was not unreasonable, Xiang'er seemed to be explained, but she was still a little hesitant, Su Man directly stuffed the silver ticket into Xiang'er's hand.

"Take it quickly, don't be seen by Adjutant Ye, if this reaches the ears of the big handsome, I really don't want to make a little money from this in the future."

Xiang'er nodded nervously, and then accepted the money.

Coincidentally, as soon as the money was put into his pocket, Ye Xifu hurriedly walked in.

He looked at Su Man with a serious expression: "Da Shuai is awake, please ask Miss Su to go over and feed Da Shuai."

Qingluo stood up unconvinced: "My young lady hasn't eaten a bite, I'll go for my young lady!" Ye

Xifu glanced at Qingluo lightly, his eyes were very indifferent: "What kind of identity do you feed Dashuai? If you provoke Dashuai's illness to worsen, can you take responsibility?" Qingluo

was speechless, anxious to explain a few words, but was pressed down by Su Man.

She smiled and replied to Ye Xifu: "I'll go, the little girl is not sensible, Adjutant Ye forgive me."

Seeing Ye Xifu leaving, Qingluo was angry, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Miss, isn't he also a mud leg, you are also half of his master, why does he use you as a maid!"

Su Man exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and then showed a faint smile towards Qingluo: " Qingluo, you have to remember that your aunt is just an inferior person with a high status, not much more noble than you, and Ye Xifu, even if it is a mud leg, it is also a mud leg next to the handsome, or a mud leg who knows kung fu, so don't be hard. "