Gong Yuyao didn't know where his deep resentment came from. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Before that, no matter what happened to him, it was like the wind blowing through him, no matter the storm or the breeze, no matter what kind of impact it brings, after all, it was just passing by.

How could he take a gust of wind to heart!

But this time, it seemed that a gust of wind blew into his heart, stirring up wind and waves in his heart lake, and it couldn't be calmed down.

So much so that although he didn't think Shen Yaohua had made any big mistakes, he just didn't want to forgive her.

Shen Yaohua glared at him fiercely, the rosy on his cheeks turned pale, but his eyes became redder and redder.

Just when he felt that things were about to go in a very bad direction, Shen Yaohua suddenly cried out with a 'wow'.

Her cry can be described as an earth-shattering crying ghost, and in an instant, Qiao Xiaoyou, who pretended to cry, became scum in seconds.

She lay there, banging desperately on the bed with her hands and feet, her eyes closed and her mouth open, crying like a splattered child.

Qiao Xiaoyou was stunned, Gong Yuyao was stunned, and when he came back to his senses and wanted to push Qiao Zhi out to block the arrow, he found that Qiao Zhi was gone!

The kid who kept saying that he would smear his master's liver and brain saw that things were not good, and he slipped away silently.

Shen Yaohua's howl showed no signs of abating.

Gong Yuyao understood what it meant to be a function, and life was crying bitterly.

She cried violently and presumptuously, and his little blow was obviously not enough.

She cried all the depression and sadness that she should have cried but didn't cry over the years.

Crying that she didn't have enough food and clothes, and slept in the wilderness.

Crying about those years that have always been entangled by malice day and night.

Crying about those moments of life and death dilemma in the palm of being toyed with.

Crying about those who are good to her but can't keep them, and bad to her but can't fight against them......

Gong Yuya's sarcasm is a key that releases all her hidden emotions.

She cried hoarsely, and she cried earth-shatteringly......

Gong Yuyao's face gradually faded in that cry, and his eyes unconsciously appeared with pity and tenderness that he could not perceive.

He sighed, slowly walked to the side of the bed, and gently took Shen Yaohua, who was about to turn his back on his breath, in his arms.

Her struggle was easily resolved, her embarrassed face resting on his shoulder, and the sound of a terrible cry shook his eardrums, as if he didn't see or hear, but just caressed her thin back with his palm.

Again and again, he tirelessly carried his inner breath, penetrated into her internal organs through the skin, and soothed her body and mind.

"Cry, forget what you should forget after crying, and don't cry again in the future."

Gong Yuyao frowned slightly as he spoke, and suddenly found that he couldn't coax people.

But it didn't matter if he coaxed people or not, because it didn't take long for Shen Yaohua to run out of his energy and collapse softly in his arms.

Gong Yuyao put her back on the bed with a sigh of relief, only to find that Shen Yaohua was desperately pulling the fabric on his waist with both hands.

She grabbed it so hard that she even tucked his underwear into her hand, her knuckles turned white, and the green tendons on the back of her hand protruded.

Like a life-saving straw grasped by a dying person, even if he dies, he will not let go.

She also had a stubbornness on her face.

Gong Yuyao stared at her red and swollen eyes and tears on her face, and then looked at a large piece of ** on her shoulder, and couldn't help but sigh long.

He can accompany her by the bedside, as long as her face is not staring, he can barely bear it, but the dampness on his shoulders is cold, and he really can't bear it when he calms down.

"Qiao Zhi!"

Gong Yuyao turned his head and shouted out the door.

"Here we go." Qiao Zhi smiled and grinned, and actually carried the thing of the basin cloth.

Qiao Xiaoyou, neatly twisted the wet cloth towel to the side of the bed, and said with a smile: "Master, are you here or am I coming?" ”

Well?

Do you want to ask this kind of thing?

Gong Yuyao frowned slightly, glanced at Qiao Xiaoyou coldly, and didn't know that he was sitting on the edge of the bed in a strange posture now.

Because he wanted to cooperate with Shen Yaohua's posture, he was now half-leaning over Shen Yaohua, with his hands on her side, as if he had some bad intentions.

He didn't notice that Qiao Xiaoyou naturally didn't dare to be bored at this time.

Qiao Xiaoyou threw the cloth towel on Shen Yaohua's face, wiped it with disgust, and said while wiping: "Master, I think you better go back and change someone, and go on like this......"

"How?"

Gong Yuyao's eyebrows jumped, and he forcibly resisted the idea of scolding Qiao Xiaoyou, his actions were too rude, not like wiping someone's face, but like wiping things.

Qiao Xiaoyou didn't notice the change in him, turned around and washed the cloth towel and walked over to continue to wipe Shen Yaohua's face vigorously, and sighed and said: "Master, I didn't say you, what did you say about Shen Yaohua, he had a bad temper and dirty, and his head was not very bright......"

"What the hell are you going to say?"

Gong Yuyao moved his left shoulder slightly, and found that it was uncomfortable when it was wet, and even more uncomfortable when it slowly dried.

"Where is she worthy of her master."

Qiao Xiaoyou's hands were busy, and he persuaded earnestly: "Didn't the master realize that he had been unlucky since he met her?" Her good luck has been lent to others, and only bad luck remains, and whoever meets it is unlucky. ”

"Didn't the master realize that since I met her, nothing has gone smoothly?"

Qiao Xiaoyou found the real reason for his repeated misses, and looked at Gong Yuyao with bright eyes, expecting to get a word of approval.

"You're going to blame a woman for your own disadvantage?"

Gong Yuyao scoffed at his words, and then said unbearably: "Okay, don't wipe it, go and bring my clothes, I want to change them." ”

"Master, you are eccentric! You never coax me when I cry......"

Qiao Xiaoyou glanced at the half-dried weird wet marks on Gong Yuyao's shoulder, and pouted dissatisfiedly.

Gong Yuyao's eyes narrowed, gritted his teeth and said, "Do I want you to cry on my shoulder!" ”

"Ahh

Qiao Xiaoyou screamed and retreated, shaking his hand desperately and said: "No, no, it's too disgusting, it's not that you're disgusting, it's that I'm disgusting, I'm disgusting, I'm disgusting, I don't deserve to touch the master's body, and I don't want to touch it, ahhh......h

Qiao Xiaoyou was fanned out of the house by Gong Yuyao.

A moment later, a neatly folded shirt was thrown from the window to the bed, followed by the sound of footsteps fleeing for their lives.

Gong Yuyao snorted coldly, looked at the sleeping Shen Yaohua, and slowly untied the outer robe, followed by the middle coat.

He moves slowly, behaves elegantly, casually and naturally.

He didn't want to look in the mirror, let alone strip in the mirror, so he didn't know how beautiful his expression and demeanor were, and every inch was as perfect as a jade statue carved from heaven.

When his natural and moist skin and delicate and perfect texture were presented in the light and shadow, and when they were presented in Shen Yaohua's eyes, the half-dressed male jade stiffened into a perfect half-naked statue.