Sworn not to be a wife: the arrest of the young wife around the world

Qi Yunmo didn't seem to hear, and asked again: "What last words do you have for your family?"

"Did you...have you ever liked...before me?" She asked with difficulty, her eyes full of hope.

Qi Yunmo pursed his lips, his dark eyes did not fluctuate: "I won't lie to you, no."

"..." The last light in He Lin's eyes went out.

Why can't you even lie to her?

She is going to die, why can't she let her go happily?

He Lin suddenly smiled in despair, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Qi Yunmo asked again patiently: "Do you have any last words for your family?"

He Lin didn't answer, but looked at Xiao Qiao at the side: "I want to talk to her... alone... this is my last request..."

Her eyes fixed on Xiao Qiao, making it impossible to refuse.

Xiao Qiao said, "Go out, I'll have a word with her."

Facing a dying person, they really couldn't bear to refuse her last request.

Qi Yunmo hesitated, but went out anyway.

Xiao Qiao took a step forward: "Miss He, what do you want to tell me?"

He Lin stretched out her hand towards her, and her hand was also very weak, trembling in the air, as if it would hang down at any moment.

Xiao Qiao hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out her hand to hold it.

Suddenly, that frail hand seemed to gain strength, holding her tightly——

Xiao Qiao raised her head in surprise, and met He Lin's eyes which were full of resentment and resentment...

*******

Xiao Qiao came out of the ward, looking a little dazed.

Qi Yun held her hand hurriedly and found that her palm was cold.

He frowned: "What did she tell you?"

Xiao Qiao shook her head: "It's nothing, but she is going to die..."

"It's not our fault." Qi Yunmo didn't feel guilty.

He Lin is an adult now, she doesn't cherish her life at all, he doesn't want to sympathize with her.

Still feel sorry for her.

It's not good to live, why do you have to seek death.

Maybe she wanted to use this way to make him remember her forever.

But people are dead, what's the use of remembering, and if you really remember, it doesn't involve any personal relationship between men and women.

Xiao Qiao nodded: "I know, but I still feel it's a pity."

Qi Yunmo hugged her, didn't say anything, only comforted her silently.

He Lin finally died...

Qi Yunmo helped her family take care of her funeral.

Her family members cried out to him and demanded compensation, which he also paid.

It took a week to get this sorted out.

During this period, Xiao Qiao stayed in New York and cooked for him every day.

Qi Yunmo was not disturbed by He Lin's affairs.

On the contrary, he was very happy, because every day when he went home, he would eat food made by Xiao Qiao himself.

*******

Xiao Qiao has never cooked, but she knows the steps of cooking.

There is a chef-level father in the family, so she knows a lot.

Although she is a beginner in cooking, she is very good at cooking and very talented.

The food cooked for the first time was very tasty, and Qi Yunmo enjoyed it every day.

Come back from get off work again.

When the maid saw him, she said directly, "Mr. Qi, Mrs. Qi is in the kitchen."

Qi Yunmo nodded. He took off his suit and tie, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and walked to the kitchen.

The woman in the kitchen, wearing a simple white knee-length skirt and an apron, was busy with her back to him.

Qi Yunmo walked behind her and put his arms around her body.