Two cute babies: Mr. Si loves his wife too much

Chapter 3009

In Ling Youting's impression, Ai Nien has always been just a silly girl who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. Mother, in terms of material things, did her best to satisfy her, and she also lived happily under such pampering, never worrying about these vulgar things.

In addition, during the days when Jinren was studying, everyone in the two circles of Ling Youting and Si Mohan loved her very much. It is no exaggeration to say that during the days when Ai Nien was with Ling Youting , It can be said that he grew up being held in the palm of his hand.

However, Ai Nien in the monitor is not used to it at all, her fair face has no expression at all, she is squatting on the ground with a few plastic bags and directly picks up the cigarette butts, wine bottles and rotten takeaways with her hands The box, after a while, the white palms were stained with a lot of dirt in an instant, the bean-sized sweat beads on the neck slid down the collarbone to the chest, and the short sleeves that were already close-fitting were wet with sweat and stuck to the chest.

While doing hygiene, she forcibly endured the smoke inside, stopping from time to time to cover her mouth and nose with her elbows, trying not to disturb Ling Youting from her sneezing, while the latter was sleeping soundly on the bed, without noticing it at all Something happens.

Soon, seven or eight plastic bags had been filled, and the smoky room became clear. With the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and shining on Ling Youting, the whole room took on a new look.

At this time, Ai Nien had finished sweeping and mopping the floor, and was squatting in the corner staring blankly at Ling Youting, the sweat on her face was exaggerated as if someone had splashed it with water.

Next, is to tidy up the bed.

Fortunately, Qi Feng put on a pair of trousers for Ling Youting in advance, so that Ling Youting was not really lying on the bed naked, otherwise, things would become more embarrassing.

Ai Nien carefully supported Ling Youting's head, pulled out the pillow that was covered with vomit, then changed him into a thin blanket and placed it on Ling Youting's stomach, and finally brought a basin of hot water, gently Ling Youting wiped away the dirt on his face, chin and throat. During the whole process, Ai Nien didn't show any expression, didn't say a word, and didn't even frown.

Even if she accidentally touched the suffocating vomit with a strong smell of alcohol, Ai Nien continued to work without blinking her eyes.

There is a saying that there is nothing more sad than death, and Ai Nien's mentality at this time is almost like this, as if treating a stranger, without any interest, no joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

It wasn't until the end that everything was done and the whole room was tidied up. Then came the final scene. Ai Nien stood in front of the bed and asked Ling Youting "forgive me" from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, Ling Youting, who was full of tears, held the mouse tremblingly, and played the last part of Ai Nien's mental journey over and over again. Looking at her resolute face and listening to her ruthless words, Ling Youting's heart tightened. The ground was pulled together, as if being pinched by an invisible big hand, the pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

Those who have worked hard to fall in love believe that there is no one who has not experienced such a feeling. At this moment, Ling Youting is deeply addicted to it and cannot extricate himself.