Chapter 749 Su Miao Extra 21
Song Hansheng, like a gentleman, picked up the bathrobe on the ground and put it on. He turned around and looked at Su Miao and asked, "How is it?"
Su Miao adjusted her breathing. There was a layer of sweat on her forehead, but her back felt cold. She couldn't help shivering from the cold. She opened her wet eyes, gently moved her bitten lips and said, "Sprinkle some dog food on the bed. Even a dog can do it better than you."
Her words were full of provocation and sarcasm. Before she said this, she could imagine how ugly Song Hansheng's expression was. However, three seconds passed and Song Hansheng's expression did not change much. Instead, he was even calmer than when he was in bed just now.
"You're only saying these things to piss off Jiang Yurou. I saw your reaction clearly from the bed, and you don't need to answer."
Su Miao was too tired to pay attention to him. She was so tired that she just wanted to sleep.
Just as she closed her eyes, Song Hansheng suddenly pressed up again, one hand went straight through her waist, and his body flew into the air: "Song Hansheng, I don't have the strength now."
"I know you don't have the strength, I'll carry you to take a shower."
Song Hansheng easily picked up Su Miao, put her in the bathtub, added hot water and removed the shower head.
Su Miao leaned against the bathtub with her eyes closed, without any struggle or covering up. The glaring wounds on her body were all exposed. Song Hansheng had seen these wounds many times, and they were still glaring every time. The wounds were too deep and scar removal medicine was useless.
No girl doesn't love beauty. Song Hansheng thought about taking Su Miao to the hospital. Now that medical beauty is advanced, scar removal surgery can be performed.
He mentioned it once, but Su Miao refused.
In her words, having these scars is a lesson for herself, reminding her of what she should do.
After Song Hansheng adjusted the water temperature in the shower to a normal level, he raised the shower head. Perhaps because he felt a shadow appear in front of him, Su Miao opened his eyes and hugged his head and huddled in the corner before he could see clearly. The water was almost up to his nose.
Like a frightened bird, he was trembling all over and his eyes were red.
"I'm giving you a bath, what are you afraid of?" Song Hansheng reached out to rescue her, but she pushed him away.
The fear just now seemed like an illusion that never happened. Su Miao lowered her head. The water surface was calm and clear, and her embarrassed face could be vaguely seen.
She suddenly went crazy and hit the water with her hands, splashing water. Song Hansheng beside her suffered, and his hair was covered with water droplets.
After venting her anger, Su Miao was left alone in the bathroom, her heavy breathing alone. She truly hated herself for what she was like. When could she escape the shadow of prison? When could she finally sleep peacefully? When could she think about the past without fear?
Song Hansheng was so ridiculous, asking her if she was afraid of taking a bath.
Who is afraid of taking a shower? People are only afraid of pain. When Song Hansheng held the shower head just now, it reminded her of her days in prison. She would never forget the scene of being stripped naked and sprayed with a high-pressure water gun outdoors in the middle of winter.
Fear can become subconscious, how ironic and ridiculous is that?
"What did you think of just now?" In fact, there was no need to ask Su Miao, Song Hansheng could probably think of it.
He had never seen Su Miao look so frightened before. She had always been very stubborn around him, even after he locked her in the room for four days, she had never been like this...
The only thing that scares her now is probably the time she spent in prison, which is even more terrifying than being afraid of him.
"Miao Miao, everything is over."
"I can't get over it. I can't even get over the support. Song Hansheng, I hate you so much. I hate you more than I'm afraid of you now." Su Miao said these strong words softly while leaning against the wall.
Some experiences are like a fish bone stuck in your throat. The bone cannot be removed and gets deeper and deeper as time goes by. It hurts every time you swallow your saliva, and eventually even breathing hurts. The pain reminds you that some things can never be overcome.
"Even if you're in as much pain as I am, you can't get over it." Su Miao's voice was hoarse, and his face was filled with despair. "Song Hansheng, I know better than anyone how I got through those days when I wanted to commit suicide. If I ever look back, I deserve to die."
Song Hansheng was silent. He didn't say anything. He just put down the shower head, pulled a clean towel, put it in the water, and gently wiped Su Miao's body.
Su Miao just let him wipe it. After all, this body had been seen by Song Hansheng countless times. It was dirty to begin with, so why bother caring so much about it?
Sometimes Su Miao didn’t even feel that this was her own body. She felt like she was living in a puppet, with a program installed, and living a routine life.
The puppet doesn't need to feel uncomfortable.
"Song Hansheng, you said you didn't even love Jiang Yurou, so why did you marry her? Can a marriage without love really be happy?"
"If she wants it, I'll give it to her."
Those who don’t know the inside story would think that Song Hansheng is a romantic after hearing what he said.
It has nothing to do with feelings, as long as Jiang Yurou wants it, Song Hansheng will give it to her.
"Then you are so nice to her. By the way, how did you two meet? I remember Jiang Yurou is an orphan, right?" Su Miao asked curiously. The two people's identities were indeed mismatched. Jiang Yurou was like someone who suddenly appeared in Song Hansheng's world.
Song Hansheng squeezed some shampoo, wet Su Miao's hair, and gently massaged her scalp with his fingers. "When the Song family went bankrupt, she was the only one who chose to help me and didn't leave me because I was down and out."
It was obvious that too much shampoo was squeezed out, and the white foam slid down his forehead and got into his eyes, which was very dazzling. Su Miao had to close his eyes.
Su Miao knew how much Song Hansheng resented the Su family back then, and even now, he might not have let it go.
If she can't let it go, then don't let it go. Anyway, she hates her to the core. It's either you die or I die.
Su Miao was not interested in the past of Song Hansheng and Jiang Yurou at all, and the relationship between a fly and a bedbug lasted for a long time.
"Miao Miao, let's have a baby." He was not asking Su Miao's opinion, but deciding and affirming it. He brought it up now just to inform Su Miao to make preparations in advance.
Su Miao wasn't angry. After all, she had seen such scumbags before. She began to wonder if all the scumbags in the world had the same mental disorder? Or were they born from the same mother and were inherently scumbags, so they would just give birth to children if asked by a woman?
Su Miao: "Why, you want to tie me down with the child?"
Song Hansheng wiped the foam off her face: "It can be regarded as leaving a descendant for your Su family."
This sounds nice. Su Miao thought about the night when her finger was broken. Not only did she lose her finger, but she also didn't have a child. It was Song Hansheng's child.
"Don't worry about our Su family's affairs. My parents are both dead, and I will have no descendants in my generation. I don't have any descendants to leave behind."
"What if I force you to give birth to my child?" Song Hansheng didn't believe that Su Miao would still be so indifferent even after having a child. She couldn't let go of him, so wouldn't she love the child?
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