A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Against the swollen bag on the forehead.

Yun Chunxi glanced at his silent buddy, exhaled without leaving a trace, and turned to Qiao Xin again.

"Qiao Xin, seeing you doing such a useless thing today, I really want to slap you to death! Don't stare at me, you don't feel ashamed when a woman is your role, I will take care of you Panicked with embarrassment. Look at the road, it is hard to find three-legged toads, but there are many two-legged men! No matter how good Lin Xing is, he has someone in his heart, and if that person is not you, he is not good. What is the happiness we women pursue? Isn’t it just to find someone who knows how to feel hot and cold, who understands you, loves you, and loves you? Are you sticking your face to someone else's cold ass? Is it cheap or not, do you think it is cheap—"

"Enough! Chunxi, are you persuading people or making trouble!"

Hearing her best friend's words getting worse and worse, Bao Jinghan observed the change of Qiao Xin's expression from the corner of her eye, and hurriedly spoke to stop her.

She knows that strong medicine will cure the illness.

But no matter how fierce it is, there must be a limit. If it is too heavy, there is really no cure.

"I'm treating her! Sissy disease!"

"Chunxi—"

"She deserves to be scolded! If we don't wake her up today, tomorrow, as soon as we open our eyes, she might be on the front page. I don't know if she jumped from that window or lay there in the middle of the night." Looking for bad luck on this track! I don’t understand, there are a lot of young talents, golden turtles and sea turtles in our circle. If you want to pick you, pick the good one, pick the one who loves you, why do you want to hang yourself in this place? Where is his rotten peach blossom tree?!"

Yun Chunxi's words became more and more serious.

She was about to poke Qiao Xin's nose with her fingers, but she was still staring at Bao Jinghan dully.

Don't speak, don't speak.

"Qiao Xin?"

The cold eyes couldn't hide the tiredness, looking at Qiao Xin at this moment, it was dark and cold.

Concentrate.

Bao Jinghan frowned slightly, lowered his head, and kept eye level with her.

Their eyes met, she was silent for a long time, she stretched out her hand to brush Qiao Xin's messy hair, and solemnly lowered her voice: "Some people give you their hearts, and you pretend not to see it because you don't like it. Some people pluck out your heart, and you pretend it doesn’t hurt because you love him. You plucked out your heart to Lin Xing, but he didn’t want it, and he lost someone who loved him. It’s a crazy thing You have already done it, but he is irreparable for you. So... stop doing stupid things, take this opportunity to take back your heart! You——you should wake up!"

He doesn't love her!

No matter what she does, he doesn't love her!

Qiao Xin trembled involuntarily, her haggard eyes, which were covered with mist, dimmed again and again.

Eyelids also drooped.

Splitting headache!

She was wronged, depressed, irritable, and the big stone in her heart was getting heavier and heavier, which hindered her from roaring out of her throat.

She wanted to cry and make a scene like before.

but--

The strength of the body was exhausted, and all emotions were blocked behind the boulder, unable to vent.

The expression on his face remained rigid.

It was like an unexploded bomb had been buried in my heart.

For a moment, she felt that she was about to be driven crazy by this stuffy feeling!

——"Qiao Xin, wake up, wake up!"

The deep and pleasant voice was slightly hoarse, like the sound of a lyre, with a seductive and deep charm, echoing in her ears.

long time no see...