Rich and young love: wife, your son is lost

Ling Xiaoqiao knew that Yinhua was just talking casually, but she couldn't help but thump in her heart. She cursed inwardly, "Damn it," and a blush involuntarily appeared on her face.

"By the way, Xiao Qiao, what do you think of my cousin?"

"What?" Ling Xiaoqiao was suffocated in her heart, and asked pretending to be stupid, "How about what?"

However, Yinhua didn't expect Ling Xiaoqiao to answer, she was used to talking to herself, "The man just now was handsome and cool, after this incident, I think my cousin and Yiren are completely finished!"

"My heart hurts so much, woo woo..."

"Little Qiao, why do you think my cousin can't think about it so much!"

Ling Xiaoqiao was absent-minded, her eyes were full of Chu Tianyu's last painful wry smile, "Eh..." Maybe there is some unavoidable reason.

"Little Qiao, I can't take it anymore, I decided not to like my cousin anymore..."

Ling Xiaoqiao, "..." She really wanted to say this!But after deciding so many times, why can't I forget that the person in the dream will always be him. Could it be that this is owed to him in the previous life?

She rubbed her forehead, she just felt that the emotional matter was really too complicated.Forget it, don't think too much about it!Everyone is married!

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The heater was turned on in the car, but Shen Yiren didn't feel warmed up at all. She frowned in pain, and her whole body shrank into a ball like a small shrimp. It was so cold, so cold...

There is only one place that is warm, and that is the place where Gong Jicheng hugs her.

Drowsily, she subconsciously pursued that piece of warmth, and her whole body burrowed into his arms.

"It's so cold...so cold..."

Gong Jincheng didn't move, his eyes fell on her pale face, every cell in his chest could feel the coldness of this woman, it was as cold as ice, especially the hand holding his clothes, touching There were goosebumps on his skin.

"The cold is what you asked for. Do you think you are an indestructible body of King Kong? In such a heavy rain, with chicken pox on your head, are you crazy or stupid? Is it worth it for a man?"

"Look, you've been punished now, you deserve it for being cold!"

He pursed his lips, his jaw was tense, and he was so angry that there was no time for people to worry about this stupid woman.

"...why don't you talk anymore!"

"Pretend to be dead?"

"Fake a coma!"

"What's the use, the one you love is not indifferent to you!"

He cursed cracklingly, but his mood didn't improve, and his whole person became more gloomy, what the hell is this!

He knew that she had passed out and couldn't hear her, but he just couldn't bear it. He even wanted to hang her up and beat her to relieve the hatred in his heart.

And he did, he grabbed her hand, wrapped it around his neck, and slapped her butt with both hands!

"Make you disobedient, let you die!"

Shen Yiren felt a burst of pain, and her consciousness was drowsy. She slowly opened her eyes, and the person in front of her seemed very familiar.

But who is he?

How could she not remember.

Suddenly meeting her eyes, Gong Jincheng's heart skipped a beat, then softened, and his raised hand couldn't fall down.

His eyes were clearly clear, but they were covered with a layer of mist, like a wounded elk, looking at him pitifully.

Gong Jincheng secretly scolded himself for being worthless, and said unwillingly, "Don't expect me to take pity on you...you have exhausted all my tenderness and love for you!"