MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 74

Now it's healed. 】

Luo Qinghe, as expected, became the new councillor of Xiangtan City.

The news media has made a lot of reports, and generally they are looking forward to his future performance as a rising political star.

Song Xiao left Xiangtan on the day the result came out. Before leaving, he left a letter to Song Bailao and asked him to open it after he left.

The letter is actually not long, it can be read in ten minutes at most, but Song Bailao was bored in the study all afternoon.

Some things can only be explained in person, and some words can only be attached to paper and sent to words, expressing unspeakable affection for those who are clumsy.

Song Xiao must have had a lot of consideration when he wrote this letter, and only a thousand words were gathered into this letter.

I didn't ask about the content of the letter, and Song Bailao didn't say anything, but I always felt that after he walked out of the study, his brows became slightly relaxed, as if he had figured out something, and seemed to have let go of something.

"I regret..." Song Bailao rubbed against my cheek, breathing in the fossa of my neck.

I shuddered, opened my sweaty eyelashes, and said unsteadily, "...regret?"

He licked my ear and whispered, "I can't leave a scent on you now."

I went to the hospital for a follow-up visit this morning. After Luo Mengbai gave a diagnosis report of complete recovery, Song Bailao couldn't wait to pull me to bed in the evening.

It was almost dawn for a few hours, and he was still pestering me, so good that he seemed to be able to do another 300 rounds.

Without the pheromone, he is still an alpha, the best alpha in every aspect of his body.

I can't beat him, my hands are sore, my feet are sore, and my whole body is sweating. If he doesn't finish his work, I'm afraid that I will be dehydrated.

Electricity ran through my body, I bit my lip and groaned, fingers clenching sharply on his naked back.

"Hey, baby, it hurts when you grab me." He deliberately blew into my ear as he spoke.

Song Bailao caught up, kissed my lips sticky, and plundered my oxygen deeply and domineeringly.

After the kiss, I was so dizzy that I couldn't grasp anything in my mind.

"Ning Yu, your wound is healed."

Song Bailao straightened up and gently stroked my flat stomach.

The second laparotomy is still in the same position, covering the first and my tattoo. As the incision healed, new scar tissue formed and merged wonderfully with my tattoo—the pale pink scar pressed against the tattoo, as if the intractable wound had finally healed.

I stretched out my sweaty hand, touched the scar, and touched Song Bailao's hand.

"Hmmm..."

I really didn't have the strength to speak, so I simply replied a word, which was a bit ambiguous to hear.

And Song Bailao now has the energy to ignite a prairie fire as long as he is ambiguous.

He took my hand and went further down.

My body froze, and I looked at him in disbelief: "Still... come?"

He held my dodging waist, licked his lips and said, "Who told you to set fire to it."

Then you confiscate my ignition tool, I don't want it anymore.

It was a bumpy night, and the next morning, Song Bailao got up and went to work full of energy.

I opened my eyes in a daze as he was getting dressed by the bed. With his back to me, he had not put on his shirt yet, and on both sides of his well-proportioned back, the string of repentance tattoos were full of unfading red scratches.

I shrank into the quilt in shame, and when I was about to fall asleep again, Song Bailao walked over to the bed and "digged" me out of the quilt.

"Fool, isn't it boring to sleep like this..."

He pushed back my forehead hair, kissed my forehead, and left the bedroom with a light gesture.

Ning Xi grew up in the incubator day by day; Xia Sheng released a new battery with longer service life and capacity; Luo Mengbai launched new research on c20 through the serum extracted from Ning Xi ;Liang Qiuyang also completed the first New Year's Eve concert in his life...

The new year is coming, and it seems that Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Peace Talisman has really played a role. Everyone and everything are developing in a good direction.

And I have found a new purpose in my life.

Just after the beginning of spring, Xu Meiren resumed the listing business.

Because Han Yin advertised for me on her multiple social media in the early stage, Liang Qiuyang even came to stand for me on the opening day, Xu Meiren attracted a lot of attention from the beginning and became very popular.

Song Bailao originally wanted to buy the entire page in the newspaper to publish Xu Meiren's opening notice. It was published for a week, but I quickly stopped it when I found out.

This cake shop can no longer afford more capital investment, I just want to fulfill Master's last wish, keep Xu Meiren open, get better and better, not forget the original intention, and do not want to make it What kind of Xiangtan Internet celebrity shop is built.

In addition to me, the store also hired three bakers. On weekdays, we work in twos and twos, and the same goes for the cashier.

When business was good the previous month, I couldn't rest all day, and when I returned to Weijingshan for dinner, I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open.

Xia Sheng is not far from Xu Meiren. Song Bailao often comes to pick me up. .

After a month, everyone's freshness has passed, and Xu Meicai no longer has the scene of crowds and long queues every day. Although the best-selling cakes are still sold out early, and the shelves are always clean when the store is closed at night, it is a normal traffic flow.

A long-term overloaded operation can cause many problems, so I am also relieved.

After May, the weather will be much warmer, and Ning Xi will be discharged in a few days.

Song Bailao and I went to see her a few days ago, and found that she was much fatter than other babies, and it was not obvious that she was a premature baby.

Xia Huainan called me again three months later, saying that he had gone abroad with his sister with the help of Xia Weijing, temporarily out of the control of the family, and he might not come back in the future, Thank me in the future.

"Thank me?"

"Thank you for being there in time."

I wondered if he knew that his glands were almost cut by Song Bailao, and he continued: "I went to the hospital to find you that day, although he said that no one could escape, in fact, he was still in his heart. There's a silver lining, always feeling like you can change that."

"I don't want to be an alpha tool, I want to live the life I want with my sister, and get married with the person I love. So thank you for saving us."

I didn't go there specifically to save them, I felt a little embarrassed to be thanked so seriously.

From his mouth, I learned that Daoist Daoist Viking had added me to the Xia family tree.

He happily accepted the gift, took me to talk about the origin of Taoism for a long time, and also showed me palmistry.

This palmistry will take at least an hour to read, so I hurriedly stood up and said goodbye.

"I suddenly remembered that I promised Mo Mo to be a painting model in the afternoon."

I ran out the door without waiting for Daoist Metropark to respond.

Since Ruan Huaxiong withdrew from the campaign, I have not followed Zhu Li's news.

So when the clerk came into the bakery and said someone was looking for me, I didn't even think it was him.

He stood under a big tree outside the store, holding a paper bag of Xu Meiren in his arms, his lower abdomen slightly bulging. If I remember correctly, he should be more than five months pregnant.

"Xiao Yu." He smiled when he saw me.

There is one thing I admire about him, that is, he can smile without haze no matter what. No matter how unpredictable his thoughts are or how annoying the other party is, his smile is always pure and gentle.

I stopped about two meters away from him: "What are you doing?"

"Buy cake."

He wears a collar around his neck, it is not an omega's bite ring, but a court-issued electronic "shackle to monitor his position at any time in case he leaves Xiangtan during the investigation" ".

"...don't you like these?"

He took out a donut from the paper bag: "I'm pregnant, and the taste has changed. Wasn't that when you were pregnant?"

As if afraid that I would not believe it, he took a bite in front of me, and there was no difficulty in chewing it.

"Then what are you going to do when you see me?"

He looked at me, took a step forward suddenly, and I stepped back vigilantly.

He was stunned for a moment, a little funny: "I'm just looking at you." He opened his arms, showing his innocence, "Do you think I can still plot against you when I'm pregnant with a child?"

No one else, you and I don't know.

"What are you looking at me? Do you want to get revenge on me?"

Zhu Li threw the donut back into the paper bag, sucked her fingertips and said, "Winning or losing is common. You win once, but you won't always win; I lose once, but I won't lose again and again. Even if I launch an offensive again, it's a contest, not 'revenge'." He looked away, staring at the sky in the distance, "Maybe it's because of pregnancy, I've always been sentimental lately, and often Recalling how you used to follow me and call me 'brother'. Ning Yu, it would be great if you were really my brother."

I almost laughed: "Then how many sins I have done in my last life."

He turned his face, looked at me for a while, and nodded, "Yes."

I agree.

"My car is coming." He looked at the direction behind me, and after a while, a black Maybach stopped slowly by the roadside.

Holding the paper bag, he waved to me: "The cake is very good, goodbye, Xiaoyu." Then he got into the car.

In the end I don't know why he came here, as if he really just came to "see" me.

"What do you think?"

Song Bailao snapped his fingers in my ear, and when I turned around, I saw him frowning at me.

Ning Xi is now full-term and can be discharged from the hospital. Song Bailao and I drove to the Sanatorium and Hospital early.

Although the child was born long ago, actually holding her in her arms, raising her and taking care of her is a completely different feeling than seeing her through a glass.

It seems that now I have a little real feeling of having a baby myself.

"Want to hold the baby later."

He heard the words and laughed: "Didn't you ask Sister Nine for a long time?"

I also laughed: "It's all theoretical knowledge, no practical experience."

"I think the little guy is quite strong, it shouldn't be broken so easily, you can let go of your courage."

I carefully observed his expression and found that he was serious, not joking for the sake of enlivening the atmosphere, and suddenly there was a sense of happiness that Song Mo didn't bring him when he was a child.

I always feel like letting him take the kids, I don't know what will happen.

The chin was suddenly pinched, Song Bailao narrowed his eyes and said, "What was your expression just now?"

Although I didn't look in the mirror, it should be "disgusting".

"No expression..."

He leaned down and breathed with me: "Really?"

I opened my mouth, without making a sound, I directly covered his lips.

We chatted and waited for the car to stop before we got tired and separated.

Song Bailao got out of the car first, then turned around and stretched out his hand, the sun shone on him, casting a long shadow on the ground.

I looked at the hand and squeezed it firmly.

Shadows blend together, and where they touch each other are connected.

I used to love playing the so-called "shadow game".

Wait for Song Bailao to fall asleep, then tease his shadow.

The roof is full of sunshine, he always sleeps on his side with his back to the sun.

When I read a book, I look up at the shadow and lean my body against it. As the sun shifted, it climbed up my arm little by little, and for a while, the hand position overlapped mine, and it looked like it was holding my hand.

If he did something disgusting that day, I would step on his shadow and rub him.

At that time, I thought that I would never be able to touch the real him in my life, so I thought the shadow was also very good.

Even if there will be no intersection in the future, he will never know...that's fine.

This is my only secret. At least that's what I thought at the time.

But sure enough, a real person is better.

Hands wearing rings were holding each other, and I tilted my head to look at him, just in time to see a new scar behind his ear.

"Song Bailao..."

He looked at me, waiting for my next words.

"Tell you a secret." I waved and let him come over.

"Do you still have a secret?" He raised his eyebrows, stopped, and bent towards me.

I have a lot of secrets, but this should be the last one.

Putting my hand to his lips, I leaned into his ear and whispered three words.