Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 10 Persecution

Yan Cheng didn't care about Tao Xuejiao or Huang Xuejiao, he lifted the quilt and looked at Song Jinshu carefully.

He lifted the quilt with one hand and picked up the broken hair on Song Jinshu's temple with the other, and said in his mouth, "She didn't hit you, did she?"

Song Jinshu felt uncomfortable by him, and her long snow-white legs turned pink because of her shyness. , He pressed the quilt tightly to prevent Yan Cheng from looking down, blushing and shaking his head to indicate that he had no problem.

"She has been spoiled since she was a child. Mr. Tao spent his whole life thinking about getting such a daughter. Naturally, everything that is good is offered to her. It's in the house."

Yan Cheng's words made Song Jinshu a little stunned, he never explained it to himself because of anything.

If you want to hit someone, just reach out and hit, and what you want him to do is just a word.

Yan Cheng has never told him why he did this, is it because he is not good that Yan Cheng doesn't like it.

Therefore, Song Jinshu always seemed to be submissive, and he always met all Yancheng's requirements unconditionally. And when Yan Cheng suddenly focused on him, Song Jinshu felt uncomfortable all over, he opened his mouth to call him.

But as soon as the word "two" was uttered, the voice got stuck in his throat and couldn't come out again.

He hadn't spoken properly for half a year, and on the second day of the marriage, Yan Cheng thought that his stuttering sounded annoying, so he slapped him and stepped on his chest, his eyebrows soaring, "Don't use your stuttering again in the future. You can speak in your own voice, when you feel better, speak up, otherwise don't talk anymore, it's annoying."

Song Jinshu smiled bitterly, his stuttering had been brought on since he was a child, how could it be so easily cured.

He didn't dare to provoke Yan Cheng again, and Song Jinshu never spoke again after that day, and over time everyone thought he was dumb instead of stuttering.

Yan Cheng caught the "two", which was so small that it was almost ignored, and he happily raised his head to look at Song Jinshu.

The red lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of the mouth were raised slightly because of restraint. The lip beads on the upper lip were small and full, and they rested on the lower lip like dew on the petals of plum blossoms in the yard.

Yan Cheng saw that his throat was dry and thirsty, he unconsciously reached out to hold Song Jinshu's wrist and used some strength.

"Did you call me just now?"

Song Jinshu's expression changed, and he quickly shook his head in denial.

But how could Yancheng be so fooled? As soon as his fingers were exerted, three or two red marks appeared on Song Jinshu's wrist.

His eyes seemed to be shining, and he insisted: "I just heard it, Hao Jinshu, please call me again, call me again!"

Song Jinshu's wrist hurt, but the power gap between him and Yan Cheng was too great. His struggle seemed to Yan Cheng as if it didn't exist.

His temples were sweating in a hurry, and his lips lost their blood because of the tension, turning white from the center of his lips.

"Two...two..."

The fear that was almost inscribed in his bones grabbed his throat, and he couldn't say anything other than a single word. But Yan Cheng was still looking at him like a torch, and the hand that Song Jinshu was holding started to turn blue and purple because of ischemia.

The more anxious Song Jinshu was, the more he spoke, and finally turned his head in a collapse, biting his lower lip and crying.

Only then did Yan Cheng realize that he was pushing people too hard, he hurriedly hugged Song Jinshu tightly in his arms, and when he lowered his head, he realized that his wrists were already blue, which looked disgusting on his snow-white skin.