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Qiao Weihuan climbed into bed early after taking a shower and lay down for a long time with her eyelids half-propped up.

In a drowsy state, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the other half of the bed.

Soft moonlight bounced into the floor-to-ceiling windows, slowly flowing over the half-empty bed.

He Zhengxiao did not come back.

Mondez has been activated, He Zhengxiao has a lot of business to deal with, and Qiao Weihuan is not idle. She and the company on the side of President Red Jujube preliminarily decided on the affairs of the foundation, and went to X City for a few more days, and then took Shu Yu and Fu Ma to Baghdad together.

On the plane, Fu's mother looked anxious and kept looking out the window.

If Qiao Weihuan wasn't Fu Minglang's boss, she would have pulled her and kept asking. For now, she can only swallow her doubts and wait until she sees her son, hoping that it is not as serious as what she heard......

Qiao Weihuan remained silent, taking Mama Fu's expression in her eyes, and then she turned her head.

Large masses of soft white, layered and scattered in the sky, have not yet had time to be stained by the smoke and fire of the city, and are pure without the world.

Before coming, Qiao Weihuan and Fu Minglang talked on the phone.

"Sister."

Fu Minglang at the other end lost his former childishness and youthfulness, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Don't tell my mother about the kidney removal, I'm afraid she won't be able to stand it." ”

So until Fu's mother saw Fu Minglang on the hospital bed, she only thought that Fu Minglang was not good at using her right hand.

However, this is already a bolt from the blue for this gentle mother. She trembled and grabbed Fu Minglang's right hand hanging on the bed, and tears fell one by one.

She cried so sadly, more uncomfortable than her own injury, and couldn't stop choking: "Minglang, how can you encounter such a thing...... How can Mom help you...... Oh my God......"

Fu Minglang comforted Fu's mother instead, raised his left hand and kept shaking, "Mom, I'm fine, you see I still have a left hand, you can treat me as a left-hander......"

When Fu's mother heard this, she cried hoarsely and fainted.

Qiao Weihuan and Han Yirou helped Fu's mother up, and after she woke up, she continued to cry. Later, it really didn't work, for fear that Fu's mother would cry and hurt her body, Qiao Weihuan had to send Fu's mother back first, fed her some medicine with sleep aids, and let her take a good rest first.

Back in the ward, Han Yirou sat on the edge of the hospital bed in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qiao Weihuan patted her on the back and slapped her excitedly, "...... Huan'er? ”

"What do you think?"

Han Yirou moved her lower lips, and finally she shook her head, "It's nothing." ”

She saw it again.

When Qiao Weihuan didn't pay attention, he looked up by chance, Fu Minglang's timeless gaze was not like his rich eyes......

Qiao Weihuan thought that she hadn't eased up until now, and said softly: "Meat, can you help me buy something?" ”

Han Yirou knew that she might want to talk to Fu Minglang, so she quickly left the ward.

When there were only the two of them left in the ward, Qiao Weihuan sat on the edge of the bed, "How are you recovering?" ”

Fu Minglang said bitterly: "It's good, I feel like I'm fine, Sister Han is afraid that I will have sequelae, otherwise I will be discharged from the hospital." ”

His gaze went down and fell on Qiao Weihuan's left hand on his knee.

The thin pupils were looking at him with a quiet look that had experienced ups and downs.

“…… Sister, are you ready to get married? ”

"Probably."

Qiao Weihuan helped him tuck the quilt, "Minglang, I set up a foundation in City B, after you go back, practice with Fang Shuyu first, and ask her if you don't understand anything......"

"Sister."

Fu Minglang interrupted her suddenly, and there was a little clear depth in his light brown eyes, "You really don't have to mind, I don't blame you for that kind of thing, and I don't think I'm crippled." ”

Qiao Weihuan paused, followed her to raise her hand, and rubbed it on the top of Fu Minglang's head, "You weren't crippled in the first place." Also, I'm giving you a choice. Whether you want to choose or not, you decide. ”

However, Fu Minglang didn't want her to deliberately arrange a way out for him, and he didn't want to accept her protection.

He wanted to go out alone, grow into a majestic appearance, and stand in front of her frankly......

When she went out to pour water, Qiao Weihuan saw Han Yirou standing on the chair. She sighed, sat next to Han Yirou, and hugged her shoulder, "Meat, don't be like this, you will feel uncomfortable when you are so clear." ”

Han Yirou was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was Qiao Weihuan who was speaking. She tilted her head sluggishly and called her dryly, "Huan'er." ”

She leaned on Qiao Weihuan's shoulder and stared at the ward door intently.

"You have to live a good life and live better than anyone else."

Qiao Weihuan said "um", coaxed a child, and patted Han Yirou's back at once.

Fu's mother finally decided to stay in Baghdad and take care of Fu Minglang until he was discharged from the hospital, and Qiao Weihuan went back to City B alone and was busy around the foundation for a week.

Returning home at 11 o'clock in the evening and stepping into the empty hall, Qiao Wei remembered happily, she seemed to have not seen He Zhengxiao for a long time?

The maid came over and asked her if she needed to eat supper, Qiao Weihuan waved her hand, "Is he back in Manchester?" ”

"Mr. didn't say it, and we don't know ......"

Qiao Weihuan didn't ask again, went back to the bedroom to change into pajamas, and sat on the bed to meditate.

How can she say that she is wearing a ring, and she should show warmth?

Qiao Weihuan thought about it again and again, and decided to call He Zhengxiao to ask. However, before he could dial it, he heard a small sound outside the wide open door.

Sounds like He Zhengxiao?

Qiao Weihuan walked out of the bedroom and was about to go downstairs, when she suddenly heard a low cold voice: "Find the old maid and ask the details of the year clearly." ”

Her steps paused slightly.

“…… Old maid? ”

On the other end of the phone, Cui Chengchuan dragged out his voice and asked lazily: "She was almost sixty when she left the Xu family, and now I don't know if she is dead or alive, in case she dies?" ”

He Zhengxiao slowly unbuttoned the two shirt buttons, and walked up the steps with long legs, "Then find out all the servants who were in the Xu family back then, someone will always know......"

When I looked up, I saw a small face poking out at the corner of the stairs.

Against the soft halo, the long hair swayed lazily, half of the delicate shoulders hooked the pajama straps, and under the straight dark blue lines, the calves were white and slender.

His dark eyes looked at him and blinked slowly.

"Teacher He, are you back?"

Qiao Weihuan saw the tall man on the steps, his deep eyebrows were stretched, and the warm yellow light color slightly diluted the impersonal feelings on his silhouette.

"Still not sleeping?"

"I'm waiting for you."

He Zhengxiao stepped up the last step of the stairs, put his big hand around her thin waist, turned his head to kiss the corner of her sideburns, and asked her in a low voice, "Is there something?" ”

"It's a little."

Qiao Weihuan was taken into the bedroom by him, and watched him unbutton the other buttons on his shirt without hurrying, revealing wheat-colored skin with a strong sense of male strength and small pieces of tight muscles on his chest......

"I wonder if I can get back a memory I forgot when I was a child?"

He Zhengxiao turned half sideways, and the undulating night at the bottom of his eyes contained an unknown profound meaning.

"People's memories do not disappear, and not being able to remember and 'forgetting' are two different meanings."

Qiao Weihuan was itchy by him, and the little fluff stood up, feeling that her pajamas had disappeared from his eyes. She silently took the nightgown and put it on, and continued to ask, "Can you hypnotize me?" I was so impressed with Ash's snake tattoo that I wondered why. ”

He Zhengxiao paused his long fingers slightly, and asked her in a low voice: "Huanhuan, have you seen him again?" ”

Qiao Weihuan felt that He Zhengxiao's question was very good, not "meet him", nor "he found you", but "meet him".

It's as if Ash is a cockroach that will come out of anywhere anytime, anywhere.

She didn't hold back, laughed, and stretched widely, "No, I should have seen that tattoo a long time ago, but I can't remember where I saw it." I think that if I can pay attention to it when I see it, then this tattoo should have left a heavy impression on me at that time, and I will always remember it. ”

The night under He Zhengxiao's eyes froze for a moment.

Saw ...... a long time ago

He Zhengxiao took off his shirt, put his long fingers on the belt buckle, and touched it gently.

When she raised her eyes again, the woman didn't pay attention to his movements at all, staring straight at him, still waiting for him to speak.

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, made a "click", and pulled out the belt with his long fingers and put it on the back of the chair.

Qiao Weihuan reacted, he was going to take off his pants. She suddenly didn't know what to look at, so she had to turn her head to look at the moon.

Suddenly, I heard the man's steady footsteps, his thick breath approached her unhurriedly, her slender arms trapped her in the chair, and her smooth voice was suppressed, "Huanhuan, your guess is very reasonable, but hypnosis may not make you remember." ”

Qiao Weihuan touched her ears, and her forearm inadvertently brushed the man's tight chest, and the touch made her lick her lips, "It might be useful?" ”

She heard the man's low chuckle, the warm breath brushing her ears and shoulders and neck, causing her to curl her toes.

Raising their eyes slightly, their eyes met, and the indescribable undercurrents were surging.

"If you want to try, you can't try now, go back to Manchester and try again."

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, and before she could say that she couldn't go back now, the world was spinning. Picked up by the man steadily, the nightgown that was draped over her shoulders slid to the ground, and her big hand lifted the hem of her pajamas......

She was half-kneeling on the bed, her long hair scattered in the brown lake of the bed, her smooth back pressed against her hot chest.

Beads of sweat from He Zhengxiao's sharp sideburns slid along his silhouette, dripping from his well-defined jaw onto her neck, blending with her fine beads of sweat.

He darkened his eyes, lowered his head, his cold lips touched the back of her neck gently, and his unique low and sexy voice echoed in her ears lightly, "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but let go of the tightly bitten lips, grabbed the pillow with his spasmodic hand, and was covered by his big hand, stretched his fingers little by little, and responded to him in a daze, "He Zhengxiao......"

The long-lost sex/affair is hearty and intense, Qiao Weihuan can't grasp the rhythm at all, and he tosses and turns all night, basically not when he is awake.

The next day, Qiao Weihuan opened her sore eyelids and was stunned for a long time in a completely unfamiliar place before she sat up suddenly, and the embarrassing soreness in her waist made her fall back to her seat again. She looked around in a daze, and realized that she was actually on a plane?

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Qiao Weihuan climbed into bed early after taking a shower and lay down for a long time with her eyelids half-propped up.

In a drowsy state, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the other half of the bed.

Soft moonlight bounced into the floor-to-ceiling windows, slowly flowing over the half-empty bed.

He Zhengxiao did not come back.

Mondez has been activated, He Zhengxiao has a lot of business to deal with, and Qiao Weihuan is not idle. She and the company on the side of President Red Jujube preliminarily decided on the affairs of the foundation, and went to X City for a few more days, and then took Shu Yu and Fu Ma to Baghdad together.

On the plane, Fu's mother looked anxious and kept looking out the window.

If Qiao Weihuan wasn't Fu Minglang's boss, she would have pulled her and kept asking. For now, she can only swallow her doubts and wait until she sees her son, hoping that it is not as serious as what she heard......

Qiao Weihuan remained silent, taking Mama Fu's expression in her eyes, and then she turned her head.

Large masses of soft white, layered and scattered in the sky, have not yet had time to be stained by the smoke and fire of the city, and are pure without the world.

Before coming, Qiao Weihuan and Fu Minglang talked on the phone.

"Sister."

Fu Minglang at the other end lost his former childishness and youthfulness, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Don't tell my mother about the kidney removal, I'm afraid she won't be able to stand it." ”

So until Fu's mother saw Fu Minglang on the hospital bed, she only thought that Fu Minglang was not good at using her right hand.

However, this is already a bolt from the blue for this gentle mother. She trembled and grabbed Fu Minglang's right hand hanging on the bed, and tears fell one by one.

She cried so sadly, more uncomfortable than her own injury, and couldn't stop choking: "Minglang, how can you encounter such a thing...... How can Mom help you...... Oh my God......"

Fu Minglang comforted Fu's mother instead, raised his left hand and kept shaking, "Mom, I'm fine, you see I still have a left hand, you can treat me as a left-hander......"

When Fu's mother heard this, she cried hoarsely and fainted.

Qiao Weihuan and Han Yirou helped Fu's mother up, and after she woke up, she continued to cry. Later, it really didn't work, for fear that Fu's mother would cry and hurt her body, Qiao Weihuan had to send Fu's mother back first, fed her some medicine with sleep aids, and let her take a good rest first.

Back in the ward, Han Yirou sat on the edge of the hospital bed in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qiao Weihuan patted her on the back and slapped her excitedly, "...... Huan'er? ”

"What do you think?"

Han Yirou moved her lower lips, and finally she shook her head, "It's nothing." ”

She saw it again.

When Qiao Weihuan didn't pay attention, he looked up by chance, Fu Minglang's timeless gaze was not like his rich eyes......

Qiao Weihuan thought that she hadn't eased up until now, and said softly: "Meat, can you help me buy something?" ”

Han Yirou knew that she might want to talk to Fu Minglang, so she quickly left the ward.

When there were only the two of them left in the ward, Qiao Weihuan sat on the edge of the bed, "How are you recovering?" ”

Fu Minglang said bitterly: "It's good, I feel like I'm fine, Sister Han is afraid that I will have sequelae, otherwise I will be discharged from the hospital." ”

His gaze went down and fell on Qiao Weihuan's left hand on his knee.

The thin pupils were looking at him with a quiet look that had experienced ups and downs.

“…… Sister, are you ready to get married? ”

"Probably."

Qiao Weihuan helped him tuck the quilt, "Minglang, I set up a foundation in City B, after you go back, practice with Fang Shuyu first, and ask her if you don't understand anything......"

"Sister."

Fu Minglang interrupted her suddenly, and there was a little clear depth in his light brown eyes, "You really don't have to mind, I don't blame you for that kind of thing, and I don't think I'm crippled." ”

Qiao Weihuan paused, followed her to raise her hand, and rubbed it on the top of Fu Minglang's head, "You weren't crippled in the first place." Also, I'm giving you a choice. Whether you want to choose or not, you decide. ”

However, Fu Minglang didn't want her to deliberately arrange a way out for him, and he didn't want to accept her protection.

He wanted to go out alone, grow into a majestic appearance, and stand in front of her frankly......

When she went out to pour water, Qiao Weihuan saw Han Yirou standing on the chair. She sighed, sat next to Han Yirou, and hugged her shoulder, "Meat, don't be like this, you will feel uncomfortable when you are so clear." ”

Han Yirou was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was Qiao Weihuan who was speaking. She tilted her head sluggishly and called her dryly, "Huan'er." ”

She leaned on Qiao Weihuan's shoulder and stared at the ward door intently.

"You have to live a good life and live better than anyone else."

Qiao Weihuan said "um", coaxed a child, and patted Han Yirou's back at once.

Fu's mother finally decided to stay in Baghdad and take care of Fu Minglang until he was discharged from the hospital, and Qiao Weihuan went back to City B alone and was busy around the foundation for a week.

Returning home at 11 o'clock in the evening and stepping into the empty hall, Qiao Wei remembered happily, she seemed to have not seen He Zhengxiao for a long time?

The maid came over and asked her if she needed to eat supper, Qiao Weihuan waved her hand, "Is he back in Manchester?" ”

"Mr. didn't say it, and we don't know ......"

Qiao Weihuan didn't ask again, went back to the bedroom to change into pajamas, and sat on the bed to meditate.

How can she say that she is wearing a ring, and she should show warmth?

Qiao Weihuan thought about it again and again, and decided to call He Zhengxiao to ask. However, before he could dial it, he heard a small sound outside the wide open door.

Sounds like He Zhengxiao?

Qiao Weihuan walked out of the bedroom and was about to go downstairs, when she suddenly heard a low cold voice: "Find the old maid and ask the details of the year clearly." ”

Her steps paused slightly.

“…… Old maid? ”

On the other end of the phone, Cui Chengchuan dragged out his voice and asked lazily: "She was almost sixty when she left the Xu family, and now I don't know if she is dead or alive, in case she dies?" ”

He Zhengxiao slowly unbuttoned the two shirt buttons, and walked up the steps with long legs, "Then find out all the servants who were in the Xu family back then, someone will always know......"

When I looked up, I saw a small face poking out at the corner of the stairs.

Against the soft halo, the long hair swayed lazily, half of the delicate shoulders hooked the pajama straps, and under the straight dark blue lines, the calves were white and slender.

His dark eyes looked at him and blinked slowly.

"Teacher He, are you back?"

Qiao Weihuan saw the tall man on the steps, his deep eyebrows were stretched, and the warm yellow light color slightly diluted the impersonal feelings on his silhouette.

"Still not sleeping?"

"I'm waiting for you."

He Zhengxiao stepped up the last step of the stairs, put his big hand around her thin waist, turned his head to kiss the corner of her sideburns, and asked her in a low voice, "Is there something?" ”

"It's a little."

Qiao Weihuan was taken into the bedroom by him, and watched him unbutton the other buttons on his shirt without hurrying, revealing wheat-colored skin with a strong sense of male strength and small pieces of tight muscles on his chest......

"I wonder if I can get back a memory I forgot when I was a child?"

He Zhengxiao turned half sideways, and the undulating night at the bottom of his eyes contained an unknown profound meaning.

"People's memories do not disappear, and not being able to remember and 'forgetting' are two different meanings."

Qiao Weihuan was itchy by him, and the little fluff stood up, feeling that her pajamas had disappeared from his eyes. She silently took the nightgown and put it on, and continued to ask, "Can you hypnotize me?" I was so impressed with Ash's snake tattoo that I wondered why. ”

He Zhengxiao paused his long fingers slightly, and asked her in a low voice: "Huanhuan, have you seen him again?" ”

Qiao Weihuan felt that He Zhengxiao's question was very good, not "meet him", nor "he found you", but "meet him".

It's as if Ash is a cockroach that will come out of anywhere anytime, anywhere.

She didn't hold back, laughed, and stretched widely, "No, I should have seen that tattoo a long time ago, but I can't remember where I saw it." I think that if I can pay attention to it when I see it, then this tattoo should have left a heavy impression on me at that time, and I will always remember it. ”

The night under He Zhengxiao's eyes froze for a moment.

Saw ...... a long time ago

He Zhengxiao took off his shirt, put his long fingers on the belt buckle, and touched it gently.

When she raised her eyes again, the woman didn't pay attention to his movements at all, staring straight at him, still waiting for him to speak.

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, made a "click", and pulled out the belt with his long fingers and put it on the back of the chair.

Qiao Weihuan reacted, he was going to take off his pants. She suddenly didn't know what to look at, so she had to turn her head to look at the moon.

Suddenly, I heard the man's steady footsteps, his thick breath approached her unhurriedly, her slender arms trapped her in the chair, and her smooth voice was suppressed, "Huanhuan, your guess is very reasonable, but hypnosis may not make you remember." ”

Qiao Weihuan touched her ears, and her forearm inadvertently brushed the man's tight chest, and the touch made her lick her lips, "It might be useful?" ”

She heard the man's low chuckle, the warm breath brushing her ears and shoulders and neck, causing her to curl her toes.

Raising their eyes slightly, their eyes met, and the indescribable undercurrents were surging.

"If you want to try, you can't try now, go back to Manchester and try again."

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, and before she could say that she couldn't go back now, the world was spinning. Picked up by the man steadily, the nightgown that was draped over her shoulders slid to the ground, and her big hand lifted the hem of her pajamas......

She was half-kneeling on the bed, her long hair scattered in the brown lake of the bed, her smooth back pressed against her hot chest.

Beads of sweat from He Zhengxiao's sharp sideburns slid along his silhouette, dripping from his well-defined jaw onto her neck, blending with her fine beads of sweat.

He darkened his eyes, lowered his head, his cold lips touched the back of her neck gently, and his unique low and sexy voice echoed in her ears lightly, "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but let go of the tightly bitten lips, grabbed the pillow with his spasmodic hand, and was covered by his big hand, stretched his fingers little by little, and responded to him in a daze, "He Zhengxiao......"

The long-lost sex/affair is hearty and intense, Qiao Weihuan can't grasp the rhythm at all, and he tosses and turns all night, basically not when he is awake.

The next day, Qiao Weihuan opened her sore eyelids and was stunned for a long time in a completely unfamiliar place before she sat up suddenly, and the embarrassing soreness in her waist made her fall back to her seat again. She looked around in a daze, and realized that she was actually on a plane?

For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.