This love sentence that tired of the dead does not pay for his life made Cui Wanqing's whole person feel bad, "Oh my God, who can sue me, where is Qi Xuanhui, who can only spit out killing words in his mouth?" ”

"Now this person who is full of sweet words, who talks about love and liking, how can he be so rare"

Cui Wanqing's heart was about to melt, but she struggled to ask, "You...... What are you afraid of? What's on the table? ”

Her eyes, because of the question, were opposite to Qi Xuanhui's eyes, but she felt that this person's eyes at this moment were really like the most beautiful ocean, deep, clear, and silently exuding a fatal attraction.

Whoever sees it must indulge in it uncontrollably, and cannot extricate himself.

It's a pity that in this person's eyes, there is no room for other people's existence, only Cui Wanqing's posture can be reflected in his eyes.

Cui Wanqing looked at it, and a thought popped up in her heart, "Such an outstanding person, he has been my side in both lives, and God has really treated me well." ”

"It's just that in his previous life, he was as cold and hard as a knife, and I hid my heart deeply, and now the biggest obstacle has changed, thinking about it, I can finally live a safe life, right?"

Qi Xuanhui looked at Cui Wanqing deeply, frowned slightly unconsciously, and subconsciously murmured: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to tie the knot with you in this life......"

"I'm afraid you and I can't be the right white-headed mandarin duck......"

"I'm afraid that there will be too many changes in the road ahead for you and me......"

"Afraid ......"

Speaking of this, Qi Xuanhui shook his head with a wry smile. Wei Ran sighed: "Alas, it turns out that there are so many things I am afraid of......"

"And it's all related to Qing'er."

"As for what I will take care of, Qing'er, tell me yourself, what am I taking care of?"

Qi Xuanhui's sigh at the end of her words seemed to be lingering in Cui Wanqing's ears, and every word, every sentence was wrapped in tender and sweet words, making her heart tremble. The body is weak.

If it weren't for her, she would have been a human being in two lives. The mood is much tougher than ordinary people, and he has long been confused by someone and willingly fell into someone's arms.

Rao is like this, Cui Wanqing didn't dare to relax at all. It's always been a strong self-lifting spirit. I don't dare to put myself on it. Once again, in a situation from which there will be no return,

But the paradox is that Cui Wanqing still knows it clearly. Even if she tried so hard to resist, as long as Qi Xuanhui tried a little harder than her, she would collapse.

As for what the situation will be in the future, it is Qi Xuanhui who is completely in charge, and in such an urgent situation, isn't it the time to be quick and wise to recover the decline?

"By the way, I prepared a New Year's gift for you, which I made with my own hands, and I originally planned to let the third brother bring it to you, but since you are here here, it is better to take advantage of this meeting to give it to you personally, and it is good to take an auspicious omen on Chinese New Year's Eve." Cui Wanqing suddenly remembered that she gave Qi Xuanhui a gift after Cao Tang went home.

This matter, at this moment in front of me, is used to divert this person's attention, it is really good, as for whether it can be done or not, it can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

But fortunately, Qi Xuanhui is obviously very interested in the four words 'made by his own hands', this person's originally tense body was loosened, and in such a moment, his brain filled with ** finally gained a trace of clarity.

Qi Xuanhui immediately let go, and the person also let go, and said in a suppressed voice: "Okay, you go and get it, I want to see what kind of object you made with your own hands." ”

When Cui Wanqing heard this, it was as if she had received a holy decree, and immediately turned over from the quilt and got up, opened the eight-treasure cabinet at the head of the bed, and reached out to take out a small wooden box with mahogany inlaid tortoiseshell.

Qi Xuanhui's eyes didn't look at it, he followed her figure directly, where Cui Wanqing went, his eyes were there, as if he had been glued with paste, and it was difficult to separate.

Suddenly, in Qi Xuanhui's afterglow, he saw some little secret.

It lay quietly under Cui Wanqing's pillow, only revealing a quarter of its small tail, such things were really familiar to him, and they couldn't be more familiar.

The energy and time spent on him at the beginning were really not a small amount, and even the hot blood was sacrificed a lot.

So, when Cui Wanqing turned around with the wooden box, Qi Xuanhui was already nimble with his hands and feet, holding the things in his hands.

This thing wrapped in a blue sand is the agarwood hairpin carved by Qi Xuanhui himself.

Holding a wooden hairpin in his hand, he couldn't help but secretly think: "The sachet I gave her was hung by her on the beam, and the wooden hairpin I carved with my own hands was pressed under her pillow." ”

"Qi Xuanhui, Qi Xuanhui, doesn't this explain a qiē?"

"Although she doesn't say anything on her lips, she is called a strict guard, but in fact, she has you in her heart......"

In his heart, he fluttered up like a river and a sea, holding a wooden hairpin in his hand.

As soon as Cui Wanqing turned around, she saw at a glance the hairpin that should have been pressed under the pillow, and the trick seemed to be in Qi Xuanhui's hand, so she instinctively pounced forward, "This is my hairpin, who made you move?!" ”

He snatched the thing back from this person's hand, and the wooden box in his hand was also thrown at random, and it was thrown into Qi Xuanhui's arms.

Cui Wanqing glanced at the hairpin in her hand, and then looked at the yarn handkerchief that Qi Xuanhui was holding tightly in her hand, thinking about it, but she really didn't have the courage to step forward and snatch it.

snatching Mu Hai just now was also an instantaneous explosion of momentum, and if she came again, she wouldn't have so much courage.

Cui Wanqing knows much more about Qi Xuanhui than anyone else, and in the dark eyes of the person opposite, the look that is full of hope at the moment is called desire!

This kind of stupid idea of grinding in close quarters and lighting dry firewood is better to hurry up and throw it as far as possible.

In the choice between snatching back personal belongings and being light, Cui Wanqing chose the latter without hesitation.

She immediately chose what was most beneficial to herself, wrapped her body back into the thick brocade quilt as it was, and rubbed it hard to a relatively complete range.

Qi Xuanhui looked at Cui Wanqing, who could still calculate so clearly at this moment, and couldn't help but be very funny.

But in the face of Cui Wanqing's deep defense, the deep disappointment in her heart can no longer be ignored.

Qi Xuanhui folded the gauze in his hand in front of Cui Wanqing unhurriedly, carefully put it into his arms, hid it with the meat, and checked it again and again to confirm that nothing abnormal would happen.

This move seemed to be deliberately teasing Cui Wanqing, and his unscrupulous style of acting made Cui Wanqing's pink cheeks add a touch of color, turning it into the most beautiful scenery in the night. (To be continued......)