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She held on to the handrail and sat up slowly and with difficulty. I wanted to stand up, but my head was dizzy, my eyes went dark, and I sat back down.

Raising his hand and pinching his eyebrows, in his lowered gaze, he saw the man's straight trousers move.

He Zhengxiao slowly bent down, his big hands gently rubbed the top of the woman's hair, a low tone, and an unpredictable voice.

"Don't make a fuss."

The living room suddenly cooled down, and the cold air flow swirled.

Fu's mother was very discerning, and came over lightly, and glanced at Sister-in-law Li and Fu Minglang, who couldn't advance or retreat.

"Miss Qiao, let's help Madame up first."

Fu Minglang hesitated in place for a while, and finally had to carefully pick up Qiao's mother, and went to the bedroom with a look.

He gently put Qiao's mother on the bed, and was about to go out, when he was pulled by Fu's mother.

"What are you doing out there?"

Fu Minglang wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the bedroom door, "I'm worried about my sister." ”

"Can I use you?" Fu's mother slapped him on the back, and said in a low voice: "Stunned, you can't watch the little two quarrel, otherwise this fight will get louder and louder......"

However, the two people in the living room did not quarrel, at least when Fu Minglang closed the door as if he didn't understand, they didn't quarrel.

He Zhengxiao nodded to the ground on one knee with a cold body, and his long arms stretched out to pick up the woman from the floor.

Qiao Weihuan suddenly avoided him, "Don't touch me." ”

She pushed the man's hand, but as soon as she stretched it out, her wrist was grabbed by his big hand.

"Temper tantrums again, huh?"

Qiao Weihuan felt that a fire in her chest was burning her internal organs, and she was about to be burned dry.

"What am I doing to lose my temper? I can't have a temper? ”

She struggled, couldn't get rid of the shackles of men, restrained the flow of hustle and bustle in her limbs, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were cold and quiet, "I said several times, don't hurt her, don't stimulate her, you just let my mother collapse, I want to thank you happily?" He Zhengxiao, are you too faceless, or am I not long-hearted? ”

The gaze that fell on the side face was heavy, and it was pressed down so hard that it almost choked her breath.

"If you hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose yourself by eight hundred, you don't have a good way to deal with it?"

He Zhengxiao's slender long fingers pinched her chin and made her turn her face, "Huanhuan, I don't coax you every time." ”

Was she waiting for him to coax? She's questioning!

A good way to deal with it, she didn't have it, He Zhengxiao did, but what did this man do?

said that he didn't mean it, and he didn't believe it when he killed her!

Qiao Wei smiled angrily, his dark eyes bent in a sharp arc, and he looked directly at the eyes that contained the night.

"Yes, I'm not thoughtful enough, I'm not as good as you, I can do anything, I dare to do it, and if I want to know, I will understand it by all means, regardless of whether the person on the other side is alive or dead. He Zhengxiao, how blind am I to let my mother let you come to see her and let her collapse again! ”

The force on his chin suddenly increased, and the lower half of his face was hurting, Qiao Weihuan frowned, and grabbed the man's arm with both hands, "He Zhengxiao, you let go!" ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his head and approached her, the strength of his hand was unabated, and his deep voice was filled with invisible coldness.

"Huanhuan, I'll only say it once, believe me."

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, and the ten fingers holding his arm couldn't help but tighten.

"I once trusted you...... I won't believe it again. ”

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

said so absolutely, without giving him a chance at all, he made up his mind on his own.

Qiao Weihuan only felt that her jaw was loosened, and then the world was turned upside down, and she was already nestled in the sofa.

The man propped his hands on her side, and his cold breath was suppressed, surrounding her without leaving any gaps, not giving her a way out.

"Qiao Weihuan, ask yourself, when did you believe me."

Long fingers brushed her long hair, revealing a lifelike black butterfly around her neck.

"Aside from the 'likes' on the rooftop, what have you been honest with me? Believe me, have you believed me? Well? ”

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and met the man's distinct jaw and the night's rolling eyes.

Stiff and cold, subtle and hidden between his eyebrows, as if it could knock her into ashes.

Qiao Weihuan thought in disbelief, wasn't she angry? Why did this man get angry instead? And......

"Why do you want me to be honest, because I like you?"

Qiao Weihuan bent his knees, his dark eyes widened, his skin seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white paper, and his face was only black and white.

"Like you makes me feel pathetic, how can you still ask me to be honest with you?"

This is her second truth.

She also said it made sense.

The fingers that blocked the woman's long hair landed on her neck, making her scalp tingle in an instant.

Slender fingers, with a little cold and warmth, wrapped around her neck unhurriedly, inch by inch against her skin.

The more lingering the action, the more Qiao Weihuan could feel the invisible threat in it.

She suddenly began to shrink back, shouting uncontrollably, "He Zhengxiao, don't touch me!" ”

raised his foot to kick him, but He Zhengxiao easily grabbed his ankle, pulled down without pity, and pressed her legs heavily with his big hands to restrain her.

He Zhengxiao's tone became more and more gentle, more hoarse and longer than a lover's whisper.

"The exit is a knife, and your tongue is the tip of the ......"

Qiao Weihuan raised his hand to push, and was firmly held by his wrists.

"He Zhengxiao!"

She looked at him with a stubborn and suspicious look, and the spikes erected all over her body were only pointed at him, hurting others and hurting herself.

There is no result of such a quarrel.

He Zhengxiao let go of his hand, his intimidating gaze left the woman's face, his deep face did not carry any emotion, and he got up slowly.

Qiao Weihuan gasped for breath, closed her eyes dizzily, and felt He Zhengxiao bypass her coldly, listening to his steady footsteps getting farther and farther away, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids and take a look.

She never knew what this man really thought, why he could be so gentle and unsympathetic that she had the illusion that she would be crushed.

The movement in the living room was not big, and Fu's mother and Fu Minglang in the bedroom didn't notice it at all. When they came out, they only saw Qiao Weihuan nestled on the sofa, and there was no shadow of He Zhengxiao.

Fu's mother stayed here to take care of Qiao's mother, and Qiao Weihuan didn't leave, she wanted to wait for Qiao's mother to wake up, but it was late at night.

Sister-in-law Li was the first to find out that Qiao's mother woke up, and she wanted to tell Qiao Weihuan, but who knew that Qiao's mother said angrily: "...... You let Huan'er go back first. ”

She didn't know that Qiao Weihuan had been standing by the door and waiting, and she heard this sentence clearly.

Sister-in-law Li came out embarrassed, hesitating how to tell Miss Qiao about this euphemistically, and Fu's mother whispered to her: "Miss Qiao has gone back." ”

……

Fu Minglang sent Qiao Weihuan back to the apartment, and when she got out of the car, Qiao Weihuan tripped and almost fell, Fu Minglang helped her and asked worriedly: "Sister, are you okay?" ”

Qiao Weihuan waved his hand and stabilized his body without saying a word. She walked a few steps, still dizzy, and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

Fu Minglang held her arm, "Sister, I'll send you up." ”

Qiao Weihuan was really tired and nodded.

Finally returned home, his shoes did not take off, he staggered and fell on the sofa, his eyes closed, and he was half asleep and half unconscious.

Fu Minglang was about to leave, but when he saw a few shallow footprints on the floor, he whispered to her: "Sister, you haven't taken off your shoes yet." ”

The man on the couch was motionless, breathing slowly and slowly.

Fu Minglang silently bent down to take off his shoes, resigned himself to the bathroom to get a rag, wiped the floor clean, and then carefully went to the sofa, took off Qiao Weihuan's shoes, and then covered a thin blanket before leaving.

After leaving Qiao Weihuan's house, he thought about it and called Han Yirou.

"Sister Han, I don't think my sister's situation is right, it seems to be very uncomfortable, can you come to see her?"

So, when Qiao Weihuan woke up weakly, he was once again caught by Han Yirou.

Qiao Weihuan blinked his sour eyes and swallowed the fire in his throat: "...... Hi. ”

Han Yirou poked her head angrily, "Hey your grandma ball!" You're about to boil, don't you know? ”

Qiao Wei was as happy as a gossamer: "Just enough to make coffee." ”

Han Yirou: "......"

It's just a no-brainer for her.

Qiao Weihuan had a high fever, woke up and woke up, Han Yirou's chattering accompanied her through three muddy days, and the virus in her body was finally defeated by Han Yirou, and she rushed to leave her.

Han Yirou pulled Qiao Weihuan's clothes open, wiped her sweat, and chattered: "What kind of physique do you have, you can burn to death at every turn, and it wasn't like this before......"

After wiping your arms and neck, you accidentally use a little more strength, and you feel that the color of the butterfly is lighter?

Han Yirou was surprised, and rubbed on the black butterfly again, "Huan'er, have your tattoos faded?" ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

She said very delicately and softly: "Meat, it hurts, light." ”

Han Yisoft paused, put down the hot towel, pulled her shoulder, and looked at her carefully.

The eyes are dark, the face is white, it has been burning for several days, the lips are a little dry from dehydration, and under the eyes are puffy from hypersomnia...... No problem.

Han Yirou breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed it twice, "It hurts, it hurts, let's see if you dare to have a fever next time." ”

She was worried like a mother, and the bedroom door was suddenly slammed open.

The wind swept in, holding a large bouquet of champagne roses, and his face was completely invisible, but the voice was very recognizable, "Boss, your courier has arrived!" ”

Fang Shuyu looked left and right in the bedroom, reluctantly put the flowers on the windowsill, turned around, and said with bad intentions: "Boss, you haven't been here for the past few days, and the roses haven't broke, and they have become a bunch today." I said that I could summon something by collecting all seven flowers, but I didn't expect it to be true...... I've checked it for you, and a champagne rose means 'love for you', and this bouquet is—"

Eternal love.

With such a crispy word, the shameless Fang Shuyu was embarrassed to say it, but Qiao Weihuan didn't want to hear it, and directly interrupted her: "If you like it, take it back, I don't like flowers, and putting me here is just a trash can." ”

Fang Shuyu scratched his face, "Boss, I dare to ask for a flower, but I don't dare to ask for a bunch, that young man will kill me if he knows about it!" ”

No matter how she is not afraid of He Zhengxiao, she will not call him "that young man".

Qiao Weihuan came back to her senses and coughed involuntarily twice, "...... Which lad? ”

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

She held on to the handrail and sat up slowly and with difficulty. I wanted to stand up, but my head was dizzy, my eyes went dark, and I sat back down.

Raising his hand and pinching his eyebrows, in his lowered gaze, he saw the man's straight trousers move.

He Zhengxiao slowly bent down, his big hands gently rubbed the top of the woman's hair, a low tone, and an unpredictable voice.

"Don't make a fuss."

The living room suddenly cooled down, and the cold air flow swirled.

Fu's mother was very discerning, and came over lightly, and glanced at Sister-in-law Li and Fu Minglang, who couldn't advance or retreat.

"Miss Qiao, let's help Madame up first."

Fu Minglang hesitated in place for a while, and finally had to carefully pick up Qiao's mother, and went to the bedroom with a look.

He gently put Qiao's mother on the bed, and was about to go out, when he was pulled by Fu's mother.

"What are you doing out there?"

Fu Minglang wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the bedroom door, "I'm worried about my sister." ”

"Can I use you?" Fu's mother slapped him on the back, and said in a low voice: "Stunned, you can't watch the little two quarrel, otherwise this fight will get louder and louder......"

However, the two people in the living room did not quarrel, at least when Fu Minglang closed the door as if he didn't understand, they didn't quarrel.

He Zhengxiao nodded to the ground on one knee with a cold body, and his long arms stretched out to pick up the woman from the floor.

Qiao Weihuan suddenly avoided him, "Don't touch me." ”

She pushed the man's hand, but as soon as she stretched it out, her wrist was grabbed by his big hand.

"Temper tantrums again, huh?"

Qiao Weihuan felt that a fire in her chest was burning her internal organs, and she was about to be burned dry.

"What am I doing to lose my temper? I can't have a temper? ”

She struggled, couldn't get rid of the shackles of men, restrained the flow of hustle and bustle in her limbs, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were cold and quiet, "I said several times, don't hurt her, don't stimulate her, you just let my mother collapse, I want to thank you happily?" He Zhengxiao, are you too faceless, or am I not long-hearted? ”

The gaze that fell on the side face was heavy, and it was pressed down so hard that it almost choked her breath.

"If you hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose yourself by eight hundred, you don't have a good way to deal with it?"

He Zhengxiao's slender long fingers pinched her chin and made her turn her face, "Huanhuan, I don't coax you every time." ”

Was she waiting for him to coax? She's questioning!

A good way to deal with it, she didn't have it, He Zhengxiao did, but what did this man do?

said that he didn't mean it, and he didn't believe it when he killed her!

Qiao Wei smiled angrily, his dark eyes bent in a sharp arc, and he looked directly at the eyes that contained the night.

"Yes, I'm not thoughtful enough, I'm not as good as you, I can do anything, I dare to do it, and if I want to know, I will understand it by all means, regardless of whether the person on the other side is alive or dead. He Zhengxiao, how blind am I to let my mother let you come to see her and let her collapse again! ”

The force on his chin suddenly increased, and the lower half of his face was hurting, Qiao Weihuan frowned, and grabbed the man's arm with both hands, "He Zhengxiao, you let go!" ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his head and approached her, the strength of his hand was unabated, and his deep voice was filled with invisible coldness.

"Huanhuan, I'll only say it once, believe me."

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, and the ten fingers holding his arm couldn't help but tighten.

"I once trusted you...... I won't believe it again. ”

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

said so absolutely, without giving him a chance at all, he made up his mind on his own.

Qiao Weihuan only felt that her jaw was loosened, and then the world was turned upside down, and she was already nestled in the sofa.

The man propped his hands on her side, and his cold breath was suppressed, surrounding her without leaving any gaps, not giving her a way out.

"Qiao Weihuan, ask yourself, when did you believe me."

Long fingers brushed her long hair, revealing a lifelike black butterfly around her neck.

"Aside from the 'likes' on the rooftop, what have you been honest with me? Believe me, have you believed me? Well? ”

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes and met the man's distinct jaw and the night's rolling eyes.

Stiff and cold, subtle and hidden between his eyebrows, as if it could knock her into ashes.

Qiao Weihuan thought in disbelief, wasn't she angry? Why did this man get angry instead? And......

"Why do you want me to be honest, because I like you?"

Qiao Weihuan bent his knees, his dark eyes widened, his skin seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white paper, and his face was only black and white.

"Like you makes me feel pathetic, how can you still ask me to be honest with you?"

This is her second truth.

She also said it made sense.

The fingers that blocked the woman's long hair landed on her neck, making her scalp tingle in an instant.

Slender fingers, with a little cold and warmth, wrapped around her neck unhurriedly, inch by inch against her skin.

The more lingering the action, the more Qiao Weihuan could feel the invisible threat in it.

She suddenly began to shrink back, shouting uncontrollably, "He Zhengxiao, don't touch me!" ”

raised his foot to kick him, but He Zhengxiao easily grabbed his ankle, pulled down without pity, and pressed her legs heavily with his big hands to restrain her.

He Zhengxiao's tone became more and more gentle, more hoarse and longer than a lover's whisper.

"The exit is a knife, and your tongue is the tip of the ......"

Qiao Weihuan raised his hand to push, and was firmly held by his wrists.

"He Zhengxiao!"

She looked at him with a stubborn and suspicious look, and the spikes erected all over her body were only pointed at him, hurting others and hurting herself.

There is no result of such a quarrel.

He Zhengxiao let go of his hand, his intimidating gaze left the woman's face, his deep face did not carry any emotion, and he got up slowly.

Qiao Weihuan gasped for breath, closed her eyes dizzily, and felt He Zhengxiao bypass her coldly, listening to his steady footsteps getting farther and farther away, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids and take a look.

She never knew what this man really thought, why he could be so gentle and unsympathetic that she had the illusion that she would be crushed.

The movement in the living room was not big, and Fu's mother and Fu Minglang in the bedroom didn't notice it at all. When they came out, they only saw Qiao Weihuan nestled on the sofa, and there was no shadow of He Zhengxiao.

Fu's mother stayed here to take care of Qiao's mother, and Qiao Weihuan didn't leave, she wanted to wait for Qiao's mother to wake up, but it was late at night.

Sister-in-law Li was the first to find out that Qiao's mother woke up, and she wanted to tell Qiao Weihuan, but who knew that Qiao's mother said angrily: "...... You let Huan'er go back first. ”

She didn't know that Qiao Weihuan had been standing by the door and waiting, and she heard this sentence clearly.

Sister-in-law Li came out embarrassed, hesitating how to tell Miss Qiao about this euphemistically, and Fu's mother whispered to her: "Miss Qiao has gone back." ”

……

Fu Minglang sent Qiao Weihuan back to the apartment, and when she got out of the car, Qiao Weihuan tripped and almost fell, Fu Minglang helped her and asked worriedly: "Sister, are you okay?" ”

Qiao Weihuan waved his hand and stabilized his body without saying a word. She walked a few steps, still dizzy, and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

Fu Minglang held her arm, "Sister, I'll send you up." ”

Qiao Weihuan was really tired and nodded.

Finally returned home, his shoes did not take off, he staggered and fell on the sofa, his eyes closed, and he was half asleep and half unconscious.

Fu Minglang was about to leave, but when he saw a few shallow footprints on the floor, he whispered to her: "Sister, you haven't taken off your shoes yet." ”

The man on the couch was motionless, breathing slowly and slowly.

Fu Minglang silently bent down to take off his shoes, resigned himself to the bathroom to get a rag, wiped the floor clean, and then carefully went to the sofa, took off Qiao Weihuan's shoes, and then covered a thin blanket before leaving.

After leaving Qiao Weihuan's house, he thought about it and called Han Yirou.

"Sister Han, I don't think my sister's situation is right, it seems to be very uncomfortable, can you come to see her?"

So, when Qiao Weihuan woke up weakly, he was once again caught by Han Yirou.

Qiao Weihuan blinked his sour eyes and swallowed the fire in his throat: "...... Hi. ”

Han Yirou poked her head angrily, "Hey your grandma ball!" You're about to boil, don't you know? ”

Qiao Wei was as happy as a gossamer: "Just enough to make coffee." ”

Han Yirou: "......"

It's just a no-brainer for her.

Qiao Weihuan had a high fever, woke up and woke up, Han Yirou's chattering accompanied her through three muddy days, and the virus in her body was finally defeated by Han Yirou, and she rushed to leave her.

Han Yirou pulled Qiao Weihuan's clothes open, wiped her sweat, and chattered: "What kind of physique do you have, you can burn to death at every turn, and it wasn't like this before......"

After wiping your arms and neck, you accidentally use a little more strength, and you feel that the color of the butterfly is lighter?

Han Yirou was surprised, and rubbed on the black butterfly again, "Huan'er, have your tattoos faded?" ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

She said very delicately and softly: "Meat, it hurts, light." ”

Han Yisoft paused, put down the hot towel, pulled her shoulder, and looked at her carefully.

The eyes are dark, the face is white, it has been burning for several days, the lips are a little dry from dehydration, and under the eyes are puffy from hypersomnia...... No problem.

Han Yirou breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed it twice, "It hurts, it hurts, let's see if you dare to have a fever next time." ”

She was worried like a mother, and the bedroom door was suddenly slammed open.

The wind swept in, holding a large bouquet of champagne roses, and his face was completely invisible, but the voice was very recognizable, "Boss, your courier has arrived!" ”

Fang Shuyu looked left and right in the bedroom, reluctantly put the flowers on the windowsill, turned around, and said with bad intentions: "Boss, you haven't been here for the past few days, and the roses haven't broke, and they have become a bunch today." I said that I could summon something by collecting all seven flowers, but I didn't expect it to be true...... I've checked it for you, and a champagne rose means 'love for you', and this bouquet is—"

Eternal love.

With such a crispy word, the shameless Fang Shuyu was embarrassed to say it, but Qiao Weihuan didn't want to hear it, and directly interrupted her: "If you like it, take it back, I don't like flowers, and putting me here is just a trash can." ”

Fang Shuyu scratched his face, "Boss, I dare to ask for a flower, but I don't dare to ask for a bunch, that young man will kill me if he knows about it!" ”

No matter how she is not afraid of He Zhengxiao, she will not call him "that young man".

Qiao Weihuan came back to her senses and coughed involuntarily twice, "...... Which lad? ”

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