ShiQian see her this timid heart seems to hurt a pain.
Butler sent food taken late at night talkative 1 "miss sick young master let’s do some light food …"
Before his words were finished, Shi Qian’s eyes looked at him coldly, and the housekeeper immediately stopped talking and went back.
In the late Song Dynasty, not only did he catch a bad cold, but he was also crazy at noon, making him weak, white and blue.
She was going to die when he vented his humanity. She fainted in pain and woke up in pain again and again, but he refused to let her play with it …
It seems that she has become a doll without emotion and pain, and it is broken.
"Why stay?" Holding the spoon of rice congee and handing it to the mouth of Song Dynasty, Shi Qian frowned in a low tone.
In the Song Dynasty, the frightened eyes were flustered, "No, no, no, no, no, no"
"Well, have some porridge." Shi Qian could not help but slow down when he saw the fear in her eyes.
It’s strange that Shi Qian sat in bed and drank the porridge he fed him in the evening of Song Dynasty. He couldn’t wait to kill her, but he never slapped her. On the surface, he seemed to be very bad to her, but he was very good to her.
He is a strange and contradictory person.
Chapter 474 Don’t leave me too far away
Song night after eating food taken late at night and taking medicine in Shi Qian’s arms to sleep.
"Do you want to go out to play?" ShiQian fingers carrying her a wisp of long hair casually asked.
His voice was so low that he didn’t hear it in Song Dynasty.
Shi Qian lowered his eyes and touched her cheek with his fingers, and once again whispered, "Let’s go to Italy for a few days in the evening of the Song Dynasty."
"…" Song Wenwen suddenly opened his eyes and just lay in his arms and looked at him.
Look at him like a psycho.
Take her out to play? He is not afraid of her escape? Song wan wanted to think, and he couldn’t help smiling bitterly. He investigated her clearly, and now she is running away, and he has a way to get her back.
Looking down at her like she was crazy, Shi Qian looked at her with a calm face and smiled at her with a sweet and gentle voice. "Ok, do you really want to take me?"
ShiQian sneer at a look at her tone with disdain "song night do you have the face to go out with me? Just testing you. "
Song night turned white and couldn’t say a word. His chest was so sore.
His words can praise people to the skies, but they can also break their hearts and bleed profusely.
……
In the morning, the first ray of sunshine shone into the room, and the big bed was soft, and Chu Feiyuan’s long eyelids trembled, and his big hand subconsciously touched the bedding next to him, but no one was seen.
Chu Fei suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in a hurry. "Qiao Mei!"
His voice is urgent and his heart is panic.
Qiao Mei!’ ChuFei far lift bedding bed eagerly.
Outside the bedroom, Song Anqiao packed his luggage and heard the man’s anxious voice rush in and said, "Here it is. What’s wrong?"
In the eyes, the man’s smooth and white forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat and his dark brow wrinkled into a "Sichuan" word. His eyes lost focus and he looked at her. Song Anqiao was so scared that he hurriedly hugged him and held his hand to his cheek. "What’s the matter? What’s wrong? "
He can’t be blind when he looks at her like this …
As soon as this idea came out, Song Anqiao scolded himself, "Brother, what’s wrong with you?"
Chu Fei sat far by the bed with his arms around her waist and his head buried in her chest, and his voice was dumb like a poor three-year-old child "having nightmares"
"…" Song Anqiao meng meng didn’t respond for a long time.
Is it a nightmare? But it scared her to death.
"Don’t be too far away from me, Qiao Mei" is too far away for him to feel her.
Far from having nightmares, Chu Fei came back to his side for a second without Song Anqiao. Those days, he didn’t want to have it again in his life.
Song anqiao has some soft hands and gently stroked the back of his head. The man’s short forehead is clean and fragrant. The more she touches it, the more she likes this man. Even his hair is so tempting.
"I’m not far from you," Song Anqiao murmured. "How can I be far from you? Why don’t you come?"
Chu Fei listened and hugged her tighter. His lips slightly hooked and his Qiao Mei made him very satisfied.
They went to the Italian plane family of three at two o’clock in the afternoon, had a good breakfast, and strolled around the street near the hotel. When they came to a footbridge, a pregnant woman in blue loose clothes was taking steps carefully.
Song Anqiao saw that she could walk towards the pregnant woman and reached out to help her step. The pregnant woman looked at Song Anqiao gratefully and said thank you.
Helping pregnant women walk on the overpass, pregnant women warmly embraced Song Anqiao, and pregnant women whispered a blessing in her ear, "May my good luck bring you happiness."
Song anqiao’s heart warms up. She has been wanting to have children for more than half a year, but there is no sign of her delay. She wants to have this blonde pregnant woman from a foreign country and wish her luck. She should be pregnant soon.
After the pregnant woman said goodbye, Song Anqiao’s line of sight did not move until Chu Feiyuan took the little rice cake and walked up the steps.
"Mom’s gone." The little rice cake held her father’s hand in one hand and held out a small hand to her mother.
Song anqiao’s lips bent slightly, reaching for the small rice cake, holding hands with the family of three and moving on.
Chu Fei frowned, his eyes were complicated and deep, and his light eyes swept to Song Anqiao’s consciousness. The morning light shone on her cheek and a halo was hazy and beautiful.