"What kind of medicine is this?"

Chu Shaochen's bony fingers pinched the medicine bottle, and his eyes stared at the trademark on it.

The bottle was full of strange foreign letters (not English), which he couldn't read, but he could sense that the medicine should be worth a lot of money.

"It's a cough medicine."

Mu Xiaoxing smiled as if nothing happened, afraid that Chu Shaochen would be suspicious, and added:

"I've been coughing a bit since the last time I had a cold, so I got some cough medicine at the hospital."

She smiled like water, her expression and voice were obviously natural, but why was there a hint of panic in her cool eyes at this time?

What is she afraid of?

Chu Shaochen was slightly puzzled: "Just a cough?" ”

"Yes...... yes, what else? She hurriedly covered all the emotions in her eyes, lowered her head, and picked up the pills all over the ground one by one.

Yes, what else?

This little woman is only 23 years old this year, but she is just a young girl in the best age of her life, what can she do with a terminal illness?

Chu Shaochen's eyes hooked up a shallow smile of relief:

"If it's dirty, don't pick it up, and then go to the hospital to buy a new one."

"This medicine is very expensive, this small bottle will cost me half a month's salary, so don't waste it......"

Mu Xiao lowered her head, her voice was obviously calm, but she felt that there was a trace of sentimentality in it.

Chu Shaochen's heart felt as if he had been pinched by something, and he squatted down and picked up the pills side by side with her.

"Hehe, thank you."

She glanced at him hurriedly, then lowered her head again.

The corners of Chu Shaochen's mouth floated slightly, and he wanted to reply with something like "you're welcome", but suddenly realized that he had been married to her for so long, and he had never said a few words to her normally like a stranger.

Perhaps, in the past, he was a little too much for her wife.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

The pills fell into the porcelain jar with a crisp sound.

Mu Xiao lowered his head, his white and tender little hands were beating neatly on the ground, and the black hair on his ears and temples hung down to the back of his snow-white hands.

Chu Shaochen squatted on her right hand, and his long-term memory was suddenly picked up, and in an instant, he seemed to have returned to the red bean field outside the orphanage, and the crisp voice echoed in his ears like a silver bell:

"Brother Shao Chen, will we come here next year to pick up beans? Pick up a big cart full of money, sell it for a lot of money, and then exchange it for pearls and string it into a necklace, which I wore on my body when I married you as a bride. ”

"Well, Yaoyao must look very beautiful and beautiful when she wears a pearl necklace."

"What's wrong?" Mu Xiao closed the bottle cap and looked at him with a sluggish expression suspiciously.

Chu Shaochen's thoughts were quickly pulled back to reality, and the people in his memory were scattered into smoke, leaving only thoughts and regrets......

He stood up and hid the loss in his eyes:

"Go to bed early."

"Hmm." Mu Xiao turned his back to him and looked into the living room outside the bedroom:

"Dad lives in our house tonight, and I don't think he wants to see us sleep in separate rooms, so I'll sleep on the couch."

Pick up a pillow at the head of the bed, pull up the quilt and walk outside.

Looking at her thin back, Chu Shaochen suddenly felt a trace of self-blame in his heart:

"Xiaoxiao ......"

What did he call her?

Mu Xiao's body froze in place like a puppet, and his heart seemed to stop beating: "Huh? ”

"You're not well yet, I'll sleep outside." He had already walked over, took the pillow and quilt from her hand, and stepped out of the door with his slender legs.

"Click"!

The door was easily closed, and the long figure quickly disappeared in front of him.

Mu Xiao stood in place like a nail, his eyes gradually blurring.

He was just calling her Xiaoxiao......

After so many days of marriage, this is the first time he has called her so affectionately.

……

Chu Shaochen sat on the sofa and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

"Buzz ......"

The mobile phone on the sofa kept vibrating, and the name "Anya Rong" was displayed on the bright screen.

He didn't want to take it.

One night two months ago, he was drunk and unconscious in the bar, and when he woke up the next day, An Yarong was lying next to him with no hair.

She told him shyly that she was already his person and that he was responsible for her.

That time was the only time he and An Yarong had ever had, and that time, there was obvious redness on the sheets, indicating that it was also the first time for that innocent little woman.

Moreover, she was also pregnant with his child because of that accident, and of course he should be responsible for her.

used to always feel that An Yarong was very similar to his Yaoyao, and always wanted to give her all the love he owed to Yaoyao, but now, he is finding more and more that this kind of love is very tiring.

Forcefully pressed down the cigarette butt in his hand, lay on the sofa, and unconsciously chased his eyes towards the direction of the bedroom.

When I closed my eyes, all the pictures that were shaking in my mind were related to Mu Xiao.

Her haggard face, her dark eyelids, and her desolate smile seemed to be imprinted on his heart, and it could not be erased no matter what.

Tossing and turning restlessly on the sofa, he couldn't sleep, and after a long time, he finally lifted the quilt from his body, got up and walked towards her bedroom.

……

An Yarong hung up the phone, and her face looked even haggard and unrefreshed after crying.

She called him 16 times in half an hour, but he didn't answer a single one.

The injury in her neck has not healed yet, and she was kicked out by Chu Tianqing like this, it should be pitiful enough, and instead of calling to care about her, he even refused to answer her initiative to call......

Lost opened the door, weakly walked into the dark room, "snapped" turned on the light, and suddenly broke into a figure in his sight.

"Ahh

An Yarong's face turned pale with fright, and the Apple phone in her hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Baby, you've been slow enough to keep me waiting for you for so long."

With the evil voice, the long figure stood up on the sofa and slowly walked towards An Yarong.

"You...... How do you know I'll be back tonight? Ziqian, didn't you say hello before meeting in the future? Why are you here again all of a sudden? ”

She was shocked, and looked at the sturdy man in front of her in a trance, he had just taken a bath, his hair was still wet, and he only used a bath towel to cover the most sensitive parts of his body.

"Oh? Can't you make an exception if you miss you? ”

The corners of Zhang Ziqian's mouth hooked an evil smile, and his tall body slowly pressed towards An Yarong like a terrible wall:

"Little goblin, who is with whom between us, is there anything about you that I don't know?"

An Yarong suddenly understood something, and her body trembled obviously:

"Zhang Ziqian, it was you who told Chu Tianqing the news that I and Shao Chen were together!"

Zhang Ziqian just chuckled meaninglessly, he stood directly opposite An Yarong, his slender fingers lightly picking up her fine chin:

"Well, I'm just helping you, do you need to be so angry?"

An Yarong couldn't help but retreat, her trembling back was pressed against the cold wall, she looked at the handsome man in front of her in shock, and her heart was cold:

"Ziqian, you know how important Shao Chen is to me, why do you do this?"

"Oh? Who said last time that you loved me more than Chu Shaochen? Zhang Ziqian stepped forward tightly, his strong and firm chest pressed tightly against her soft body, his head bowed slightly, and his thin and cool lips deliberately rubbed and touched her crystal earlobes......

~What's wonderful in the next chapter...... Update in the afternoon, cover your face, and run away. ~