紾藏版1八Я影視ρó18んυЬ.cóм                                                                                                             他搂着她眯了一会儿，等呼x1渐渐平稳，便起身抱她去浴室洗漱。                                                                                                             “嘶……”被他抱在怀里冲洗，一个没注意，热水淋上右手，顾烟痛的倒x1一口凉气。                                                                                                             “怎么弄的？”梁飞凡连忙扯过毛巾，小心翼翼的把伤口周围的水x1g。                                                                                                             “煮粥的时候烫了一下——”                                                                                                             梁飞凡的眼神忽的黯淡。                                                                                                             煮粥？他还以为，那是他的专利。原来，她也是会的，在方亦城面前。                                                                                                             “很痛？”他冷笑了声。                                                                                                             “还好，涂了药膏了——飞凡，你怎么了？”他的表情和语气实在太反常，她确定他一定是发生了什么事。                                                                                                             他没有回答，小心的避开她的伤口，给她冲洗g净。关了水，拿来浴巾裹住她，横抱起往外走。                                                                                                             把她放在床上，他回身找毛巾擦g自己。                                                                                                             顾烟浑身酸软的倒在床上，掐指算算日子，起来打开ch0u屉找药片，“飞凡，我要喝水。”                                                                                                             梁飞凡放下毛巾去客厅，倒了水来给她。                                                                                                             他看着她皱着眉吞药片，她是不喜欢吃药的，可她更不愿意怀孩子，或者说，不愿意怀他的孩子。                                                                                                             “肚子饿吗？”他按压心头的翻滚，接过她的水杯喝了一口，柔声问她。                                                                                                             顾烟卷着被子躺下，“恩，我要吃炒饭。”                                                                                                             “恩。”梁飞凡m0m0她的头发，“躺着，好了叫你。”                                                                                                             顾烟眯着眼，心安理得的躺着，点点头。                                                                                                             他轻手轻脚的出去。                                                                                                             嘭！咣当！                                                                                                             顾烟被一阵响声吵醒，好几秒才反应过来，是厨房里的声音。                                                                                                             “飞凡？”她套上t恤，出去看他。                                                                                                             梁飞凡蹲在地上，右手捂着左手。                                                                                                             “怎么了？”她急忙过去，抓他的手来看。                                                                                                             “痛。”梁飞凡低低的说。                                                                                                             “哪里？烫伤了还是划伤了？恩？”她急急的翻看他的手。                                                                                                             锅子扣在地上，炒饭半熟，洒了一地。                                                                                                             “这里。”梁飞凡拉她的手，盖在心口。