The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 663 Marshal's Ninth Wife (69)

  Sang Jian glanced at his palm, um, no nosebleed.

  She moved towards Huo Nanting slowly, "Uncle, it's not fun to show off."

   People can't hold it at all!

  When Sang Jian said this, his pace suddenly quickened, and he rushed towards him.

  However, before she fell into his arms, Huonanting had already grabbed her by the back collar and stopped her act of wanting to commit a crime.

  Sang see: "."

   "Tsk." Sang Jian smacked his lips, "Mr. Huo, we have been married for five years, please know."

  Seeing Sang Jian's appearance, Huo Nanting seemed to be in a better mood, a smile flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

   "I know." He replied calmly.

   "Then this is you, can you touch it or not?"

  In the past, she was underage, and Sang Jian was more reserved. Now that a beautiful man is delivered to your door, is there any reason to reject him?

  Huo Nanting lowered his head, leaned closer to her, and said with a half-smile, "Why didn't I realize that you have such a side before?"

  Sang Jian avoided his gaze, "You never showed me before."

   "It's still my fault." Huo Nanting gently released her.

  Sang Jian raised his eyebrows, before he had time to say anything, Huo Nanting walked over to the chair next to him.

   "Come and brush my hair."

  Sang see: "."

  It’s just to wipe my hair, we can wear some clothes.

  Sang Jian took a dry towel, stood behind Huo Nanting, and wiped his hair.

  Her technique was very gentle, Huo Nanting leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, enjoying Sang Jian's service.

   Neither of them spoke, and the only silence in the room was the sound of towels rubbing against their hair.

  Sang Jian knew that Huo Nanting was struggling. Recently, his mood has been like this. It seems that there is no difference. He doesn't know what he is thinking.

  She slowed down the speed of wiping her hair, and said softly: "Mr. Huo is a person with a long-term vision, right?"

   "What do you want to say?" Huo Nanting slowly opened his eyes.

  Sang Jian put the towel on top of his head, hugged his neck from behind with both hands, put her face next to his ear, and whispered: "I just want to say."

  “The process is not important, the outcome is the most important.”

   "So you don't need to worry about it, just do it according to your own ideas, and I will always wait for you."

   If you can’t do it in this life, you can wait for the next life, and if you can’t do it in the next life, there will be the next life.

  One day they will meet in reality.

  So the process is really not important to Sang Jian, because the ending has been locked by her.

   No matter what happens in the middle, they will be together in the end.

  “.”

  Huo Nanting lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time, finally couldn't help but say, "Can you take your hand away first?"

   After Sang Jian hugged his neck, she slid her hand down and landed on his chest muscles.

   "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Sang Jian withdrew her hand, stood up straight, and continued to brush his hair.

  Huonanting: "."

   When you say you didn't mean it, can you stop hitting hard when you stop?

   Sang Jian pretended nothing had happened as if nothing had happened.

   But I have to say, the needle does not poke!

   "Are you afraid?" Huo Nanting asked suddenly.

   "If you make the decision, I won't be afraid." Sang Jian replied.

  Because she knew that everything he did was based on her.

  Huo Nanting raised his hand and grabbed Sang Jian's wrist, "Do we really have a future? Will you really wait for me?"

  He actually didn't quite understand what Sang Jian said. If she died, where would she go to wait for him?

  But he didn't know why, he just couldn't wait for an answer.

  (end of this chapter)