A few seconds later.

Lu Qingshi subconsciously turned her face sideways, avoiding the kiss, she also lowered her head, and her forehead was against his clear chin.

The two men were silent for a moment at the same time, each breathing slowly, and neither of them spoke, as if the kiss had never existed at all.

Then his free hand propped himself up on the back of the sofa in time, and his body quickly rose from her, stopping this unexpected and inopportune ambiguity.

But Jiang Qian's heart wants to die.

Lying there, not daring to move.

The heat flow beneath him was a mess.

And the moment Lu Qingshi withdrew his hand, he naturally understood the reason why she was unspeakable.

The cuffs of his shirt were stained with her blood.

Of course, Jiang Qian also saw the bloodstains, tears of shame swirled, and he grabbed the thin blanket on the side and covered himself in a panic, pursed his lips and looked away.

Lu Qingshi has raised her for many years, and he has also owned her body, so he won't know what it is.

"Why don't you say if you're not feeling well?" He covered her with a thin blanket, and she used to roll on the bed in pain on the first day of menstruation, although the symptoms have been reduced over the years, but the first day is always uncomfortable, "The work of the scientific research institute is intensive, and this situation should be on leave." ”818

Jiang Qian's face was so red that she couldn't speak, she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself, she pulled the thin blanket up, covering most of her face, and then said angrily, "I didn't know it would come suddenly......"

With the status of the two now, it is certainly not appropriate to talk about this kind of topic, so Jiang Qian is about to cry, because she didn't bring a sanitary napkin, her skirt must be dirty, and now she doesn't even know how to get out of this building.

She didn't know how to tell Lu Qingshi that she needed sanitary napkins.

And clean skirts, panties......

But each one of them made her so ashamed that she couldn't open her mouth.

Lu Qingshi looked at her.

Fortunately, he had always been keen, and naturally caught the words she was ashamed to say, and only asked her, "Did you bring nothing?" ”

Jiang Qian's face burned like fire.

The beautiful fawn's eyes were full of mist, and her eyes were so flustered that there was nowhere to put them.

Lu Qingshi still didn't understand anything.

"Wait for me here," he said, "and I'll be back soon." ”

Jiang Qian's breathing was tight, and he didn't have the courage to look at him, and then he heard Lu Qingshi's gentle voice, "There is a rest room inside, you can take a shower and clean it up first, the towels and bath towels in the bathroom are clean." ”

After he finished speaking, he poured her a cup of hot water, and then wiped the blood off the cuffs with wet wipes, and walked out without even having time to change her shirt.

He closed the door to the lounge.

Jiang Qian waited for him to leave, then he covered his aching lower abdomen, and stood up from the sofa in a hurry, and there was a large piece of blood on the cushion, and the red blood stains were shocking. www.

She pulled the wet wipes, wiped them a few times and found that she couldn't wipe them off at all, and wanted to remove the mat, but she couldn't find where the zipper was, and her stomach was very uncomfortable, so she could only give up temporarily, stood up forcefully, and walked towards the lounge inside.

Jiang Qian has never been here.

The lounge is very large, the light gray log decoration is in line with his usual low-key and cold style, there are two rooms connected to the bedroom, she is in a hurry to find the bathroom, open one and find that it is not, just about to close it, her eyes are suddenly attracted by a photo on the bookshelf inside.

Her gaze seemed to freeze.

Looking at the photograph that was set in a purple gold frame, quietly resting in the most conspicuous place on the bookshelf.

The background is in the villa where she lives, in the photo, she is holding Lu Zhiling, who is less than a year old, mother and daughter are standing by the window, she doesn't know what she is talking to Zhiling, she is smiling softly in her eyes, the little guy is lying in her arms, chubby little hands grabbing her collar, saliva rubbing on her face.

Jiang Qian stayed there, as if he couldn't believe how Lu Qingshi could have a photo of her and Zhiling, and his heart seemed to have swept through a hurricane.

She involuntarily approached and took the frame off.

She didn't know when this photo was taken, the angle of the shot was obviously in the living room, maybe it was seventeen, maybe it was sister-in-law Qin, she didn't know why this photo appeared in Lu Qingshi's study, the photo was well preserved, although it was some years, it still looked very new.

But the metal patterns on both sides of the frame are smooth, as if they are often touched by human fingers, and there are even two places where the patterns have been smoothed.

Jiang Qian looked at the lines smoothed by his fingers, and the violent fluctuating emotions made her breath tremble a little.

She clutched the frame tightly, her fingertips almost white, and closed her eyes, trying to slow the urge to cry.

Then she opened her tear-drenched eyes and looked at the small study.

She didn't know why it was obviously an office place outside, and Lu Qingshi had to set up a separate small study here.

But when she saw that the bookshelf was densely packed with books about postpartum depression, psychological counseling, maternal and child nutrition and health care, as well as books related to her past few years in country M's fund research projects, and even her graduate thesis was kept, she suddenly understood something.