Qiao Yunxue opened her eyes suddenly.

Rong Qian had already hung up the phone.

The eyes are facing each other.

Finally, she looked at the broken paper on the ground, and pulled an uncomfortable smile: "I'm not going." I haven't seen her for the rest of my life. ”

Rong Qian's arms slowly fell on her shoulders, and her voice was low and powerful: "Just see you once." Da"

She was silent. Once? So be it once. If you can be liberated by seeing it once, that's not bad.

Just thinking about it, Rong Qian's enlarged face appeared in front of him. Before he had time to ask him what he was going to do, he felt that her body was in the air, and she was picked up by him.

"Put me down." She roared urgently. She tried to push him away, but the weightlessness forced her to grab his arm again.

He strode forward, through the hallway, and in a few seconds, he was back in the bedroom.

He wrapped both of them in a quilt and turned the lights into a beautiful fuchsia color, full of seduction.

However, she punched and kicked desperately: "Rong bastard, I'm not interested." ”

He paused suddenly, grabbed her arms, and stared at her for a long time.

She finally lost her strength, and stared blankly at him—the fire in his long eyes, but it was not ambiguous at all. Even if she thought on her toes, she understood that the only thing he wanted to do now was to be in love with her.

He finally spoke, his voice low, deep, full of faith, repressed feelings, and longing: "Baby, if you don't give it to me again, I'll die." ”

What he said was true.

She listened, looked at him for a long time, suddenly turned her face away, and cried loudly: "Stinky Rongqian! ”

This cry was earth-shattering. But she immediately remembered the baby next door, as well as Rong Changfeng downstairs, pulled over the quilt, covered her face and cried bitterly.

He panicked, and finally let go of her limbs, but hugged her whole into his arms: "Baby, don't cry." ”

In his memory, she didn't like to cry. The last time I cried so fiercely, it was a year and a half ago, and it was because of Luo Shaofan......

He said not to cry, but she cried even more, crying so hard that she couldn't speak, and her anger was not smooth.

"Baby-" Rong Qian grabbed her hand and threw it in his face, "If the baby doesn't get rid of the hatred, that's it." ”

She desperately withdrew her hand, just crying.

It's all flooded with Jinshan Temple.

Rong Qian helplessly hugged the tearful man in his arms: "That's ...... I should have gone and killed her. However, I was sentenced to death. ”

Her crying stopped abruptly, and she glared at him with teary eyes, and after a while, she choked up: "Look, until now, she is still in front of me, thinking about being born and dying with her." ”

"......" Rong Qian was blocked to death. It turns out that this can also be called birth and death!

"In your life, don't want to touch a single hair of my hair again." She sat upright, her hands pressed against his arms, "I don't want to be a substitute." She is all right now, and I agree to fulfill you. You should go to her. ”

Rong Qian was faintly melancholy: "But the baby is like a woman." ”

"......" she felt unable to communicate with him.

He even had a melancholy voice: "My little tadpole, I prefer its familiar allies. ”

"...... she should continue to cry.

"Baby, your egg baby will miss it too......" his melancholy spread all over the sky.

"No, it won't." Embarrassed and annoyed, she got up in twos and threes. Standing on the edge of the bed, staring at him intensely, his head racing, as if he was thinking about what to do with him.

His long arms stretched out to her, a sincere invitation. It looks a little pitiful.

The man who hasn't seen meat for more than half a year endures a lot of pain. I really can't hold it back.

She has made up her mind, but she can't understand his current mood. After standing for half a minute, she strode out of the bedroom: "I'll go get something." ”

Rong Qian had a bad premonition in his heart.

Soon, she returned.

She had a fruit knife in her hand. The blue light is shining, and the edge is exposed. There is no knife sleeve, just hold it like that. She glared at him vigorously and closed the door tightly.

Without saying a word, she put the fruit knife on the bedside table.

Rong Qian sighed softly and obediently slept back to his side: "I slept." ”

She was still glaring at him—his long eyes hadn't closed yet.

He was reluctant to close his long eyes. Even if she was angry, she stood in front of her, so close that she could almost smell her body fragrance, instead of only a phone call, she could only hear her delicate and gentle voice.

"I didn't move." He was too gentle to speak.

"That's good." She gritted her teeth and said astringently, "If you don't behave, the consequences will be serious." ”

"I'm really good." Rong Qian said.

"Then you put on your panties." She said, glaring at him, "Before the divorce, you are not allowed to sleep." ”

He obediently slipped on a pair of briefs.

She glared at him and watched as he didn't move. After a while, she seemed relieved. Slowly sit on your own third.

Rong Qian didn't move. Didn't speak either.

She was relieved again. With a roll of his eyes, he fell asleep.

Rong Qian looked at the fruit knife.

It's too sharp.

She slept, but her eyes were still open. As if he was not at ease, he sat up again and glared at him: "Still not sleeping?" ”

"Sleep." He said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to an Assassin."