Song Hye-Kyo bit her lips and thought for a while, then turned around and ran downstairs.
The hem of her white pajamas fluttered as she ran, revealing two snow-white legs.
Song Huiqiao ran out of the villa and came to the garden. She happened to bump into Chen Luo, who was getting up to go back to his room.
The two of them were surprised to see each other. Chen Luo looked at Song Huiqiao, who was panting slightly, and her bare right foot with a strange expression. This woman ran too fast, and the slippers on her right foot ran off. However, her small feet looked better. They were white and clean, and had pink nail polish.
Song Hui Qiao glanced at Chen Luo and then looked around. The garden was very quiet. There was no one else other than the two of them.
Could it be that he was the one who blew the willow leaf just now?
Hye Kyo couldn't believe it. Wasn't her husband an idiot? How could an idiot play such moving music?
"Was that you just now?"
Song Hui Qiao asked with doubt. Although she couldn't believe it, it was a fact that Chen Luo was the only one in the garden.
Chen Luo looked at Song Hui Qiao's suspicious eyes and curled his lips slightly. He shook his head and didn't say anything. He let Song Hui Qiao go to the villa.
Song Hye-Kyo looked back at him and was about to chase after him to ask more questions when she accidentally stepped on a dead branch with her bare feet.
"Ah!"
Song Hye Kyo cried out in pain as she squatted down and held her small feet.
Chen Luo turned around and saw Song Hui Qiao's face scrunched up in pain.
He hesitated for a while and wanted to leave. Although they were husband and wife, their relationship was not as good as ordinary friends. However, his heart still softened. He sighed and came to Song Hye Kyo's side."What's wrong?"
Song Huiqiao's face was bitter as she raised her foot pitifully. Chen Luo saw that there was a thorn in her soft red foot.
"Don't step on the ground. Go back to the room first. I'll pick it out for you. Otherwise, it'll be troublesome if it gets infected and becomes pus.”
Chen Luo said and then led the way forward. Song Hye-Kyo had one foot on the ground, and her body was crooked. After jumping two steps, she could not move anymore.
"Hey, can't you help me up?”Song Hye Kyo pouted and said unhappily. This guy was too ungentlemanly.
Chen Luo sighed and turned to Song Hye-Kyo. He clenched his left fist and passed it under Song Hye-Kyo's armpit. He used his arm strength to drag Song Hye-Kyo back.
Song Hye-Kyo hopped around like a dumb white rabbit as she looked at Chen Luo curiously. She was still complaining that this guy was not gentlemanly, but now, his actions seemed very manly.
Although he was helping her up, Chen Luo did not take advantage of her at all. His hands were clenched into fists and he did not touch her body.
The two of them returned to the villa. Chen Luo asked Song Huiqiao to sit on the sofa while he went back to get a basin and a first aid kit.
After pouring some warm water into the basin, Chen Luo squatted in front of Song Huiqiao. He held her fair and tender feet and washed them in the water. Then, he pulled out the thorn.
Song Hye-Kyo was in pain for a moment, and her small mouth twitched. Her five delicate and fair little toes curled up because of the pain.
However, she didn't care too much about this. At this moment, her mind was focused on Chen Luo.
Chen Luo looked very serious. After pulling out the thorn, he used a needle to pick out the thorn head. Then, he applied some disinfectant and wiped his feet dry.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't raise his head or say a word to Song Hye Kyo.
He was seriously helping a person who had been pricked.
It was said that a serious man was the most attractive. Chen Luo was like that at this moment. Coupled with his devilish looks, Song Hye Kyo suddenly realized that her husband was actually very handsome.
"Thank you!"
Song Hye-Kyo looked up at Chen Luo's handsome face, smiled sweetly, and thanked him.
Chen Luo nodded slightly. Then, he carried the basin of water and the first aid kit back to the house.
Song Huiqiao thought that he would come back, but for a long time, there was no movement from Chen Luo's bedroom door.
Hye Kyo suddenly felt a little bitter and angry. She had already taken the initiative to talk to him, but he actually ignored her. This feeling was quite bad.
Song Hye Kyo pouted and sat on the sofa for another half an hour. She didn't want to admit that she was waiting for Chen Luo, but when Chen Luo still didn't appear after half an hour, she was very angry.
"What's there to be proud of!"
Hye Kyo snorted and got up to walk upstairs.
When she went upstairs, she happened to bump into the baby. The baby blinked her big eyes and sized up Song Hye Kyo. She asked curiously,"What's wrong with you? Where are your shoes?"
"It fell!" Song Hye-Kyo replied unhappily.
"Where did you go?" the baby continued to ask.
Hye Kyo paused for a moment." I'm going to the garden for a walk. I'm going to sleep. Bye!"”
Hye Kyo entered the house and closed the door. She lay on the bed for a while before coming to the window. Outside the window, there was a dark flower garden. There was no sound of willow leaves, only the occasional chirping of insects.
"Could it really be him?"
Song Huiqiao held her chin. She had subconsciously hidden what had happened in the garden. She did not want to tell anyone. She felt that this was a secret, a secret that belonged to her.
After a while, Song Hye-Kyo suddenly stood up straight. She realized that she had missed an important point.
Previously, she had only paid attention to the person who blew the willow leaf, but she had not paid attention to that song. That song was undoubtedly very classic and beautiful, and she had never heard it before.
At the thought of this, she naturally thought of the Butterfly Lovers. It was a similarly beautiful song, and there was also the mysterious Mountain King and the Flowery Monk, as well as the similarities between Nana and Jeong Suyeon…
Could it be…
Chen Luo's figure appeared in Song Hye Kyo's mind. He calmly lowered his head and held her small feet with his warm hands, seriously picking on her thorns.
Was there some connection between them?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible. Even if she guessed wrong, there was one thing she was sure of. Her husband was definitely not an idiot.
Unknowingly, Song Hye-Kyo was extremely curious about Chen Luo.
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