Chapter 569: How Important She Is to Him

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Yun Bixue felt bad when she heard Xie Limo's voice, she quickly raised her head, blinked her eyes and looked at him pitifully, "Husband, I really didn't mean to." ”

Yun Bixue showed an expression like a poor kitten, which made Xie Limo's heart itch, and he deliberately turned his eyes away from looking at her expression, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to resist her coquettish cuteness later.

He couldn't let himself soften his heart, "Yun Bixue, you can make it clear, if you accidentally get it, you can make such a red trace" is too accustomed to it on weekdays, he can't imagine how she can hand over herself, or such a heavy hand, and he knows that the strength is not light at a glance.

Seeing that it was useless to pretend to be wronged, a light flashed in Yun Bixue's eyes, "Husband, don't you hurt me, you murder me." ”

"Don't interrupt, it's not you, when will I not hurt you, how did you promise me not to take care of yourself and share it for me, is this how you take care of yourself" She knew that after he saw it at that time, his heart was about to break.

"I must change it next time, and I must not do it."

"Yun Bixue, you have said several times that next time, next time, next time you will be fooled like this." Xie Limo had a headache, and he couldn't think of anything to do with his wife.

Yun Bixue lowered her head and listened to the "reprimand", she knew that when her Mr. Xie was angry, he would call her by her full name.

Yun Bixue thought of those days, and suddenly felt aggrieved, sniffed, and deliberately turned her face away.

"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Yun Bixue ignored and didn't speak.

Xie Limo felt that something was wrong, looked at her awkward appearance, raised her head slightly, she pouted her face and puffed out, accusing dissatisfaction and grievances.

Especially with tears in his eyes.

But Xie Limo's heart was distressed, "I'm not murdering you, nor am I talking about you, do you know what to cry about, you are more important to me than myself" The weight of this sentence is very heavy, very heavy, Xie Limo never said it easily, this time seeing how she wanted to cry, there was no way.

Yun Bixue's heart was shocked, and layers of ripples rippled away, rippling away, and small flowers bloomed in her heart.

She knew that he loved her and protected her, but she never knew that she had such a place in his heart.

This sentence shocked her, and she looked at Xie Limo blankly.

Xie Limo scratched her nose, "Crying will become a little cat." ”

Yun Bixue leaned sweetly on Xie Limo's shoulder, she didn't cry, but it was very useful to cry and make trouble, at least he didn't get angry or talk about her now.

"Can you tell me about the aftermath of that fire?"

"Not to mention, it's actually nothing." She was worried that she would talk too much, Xie Limo would be angry and worried, but in fact, she came back, and it made no sense to say that.

Knowing that if asked, she wouldn't say.

Xie Limo touched her head helplessly, and then let people start serving food.

"You don't have to get out of bed, just set the table here to eat, don't move, whatever you eat, I'll give it to you."

Just when Xie Limo was taking care of Yun Bixue to eat, Xie Limo's mobile phone rang, and he looked down to see that it was Yun Bilu.

"Sister's phone." After talking to Yun Bixue, he picked it up.

"Brother-in-law, why can't I get through to my sister's phone all the time, and I can't get in touch, my sister is okay, what the hell happened, I called you before, but you didn't answer, I'm so worried." In Yun Bilu's crackling words, it was difficult to hide worry and anxiety.

"I've been a little busy lately, you also know that you have to prepare for the wedding, a lot of things, I haven't seen my phone, I want to hear your sister's voice" Saying that, Xie Limo handed the phone to Yun Bixue. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.