My husband is a wife

Chapter 1119 Marry Me
She was just about to ask them to send Shen Chao back to the ward, when a crying woman's voice came from her ear: "Master."

Hearing this voice, Xiahou Huan'er's body shook, and she slowly turned around with a warm smile on her face.

"Hey, Persian cat, why are you here?"

The Persian cat came to her in three steps at a time. Its green eyes were filled with tears and its nose was red from crying.

Her delicate voice was hoarse: "Master, I heard that you were sick and hospitalized. How are you?"

Xiahou Huan'er sneered and said, "Do you think I look sick? I was accidentally injured during the field test. That man insisted on hospitalizing me, so I have nothing to do with him." She shrugged and said have no choice.

The Persian cat asked worriedly: "Master, are you really okay? Where are you hurt?"

"I can eat and sleep, and I'm in great condition. As for the wound..." Xiahou Huan'er lowered her voice, and said a little embarrassedly, "The wound is in an embarrassing place, so I can't let you see it."

The Persian cat breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's fine, but it worries me to death."

Xiahou Huan'er giggled, smiled lightly and said, "The fortune teller said that my lucky stars are shining, and I can live a long life. I haven't finished reading the handsome guy, so how could I die?"

"As long as the master is fine, I'm at ease."

"Silly girl, what can I do, but I'm hungry, you go and cook me something delicious, Persian cat, my stomach is only kneeling to the food you cook now, and I eat everything else No more."

Xiahou Huan'er's eyes lit up when she mentioned the food she cooked.

Seeing her excited reaction, the Persian cat smiled, and she hurriedly said, "Master, just wait, I'll go and cook something delicious for you now."

Xiahou Huan'er waved her hands salivating, "Go, I'm so hungry."

"I'll go right away." The Persian cat walked outside excitedly.

Seeing her walking away, Xiahou Huan'er's lips curved into a sinister sneer.

The melancholy prince who was melancholy at the side suddenly uttered a deep sentence: "She is not a good person."

Xiahou Huan'er looked back at him in astonishment, and asked, "Do you know her?"

Shen Chao shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then how do you know she's not a good person?"

"Feel."

Xiahou Huan'er chuckled lightly: "Then your feeling is quite accurate."

He stepped forward suddenly, stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, and there was a trace of pleading in his melancholy eyes: "Bing'er, come back to the capital with me, let's get married."

"Married?" Xiahou Huan'er was so shocked that she almost choked on her own saliva.

He looked at her firmly: "I said, I will never marry a Qing in my life, Bing'er, marry me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and hugged her a little excitedly.

"No, Miss Xiahou is the king's woman, how can she marry you, damn human, let her go."

A medical worker said angrily, rushed forward, grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away, other volunteers followed suit, trying to separate them, but Shen Chao refused to let go .

After a period of turmoil, Xiahou Huan'er's head began to dizzy, and the unbearable hunger came again, and she was so hungry that she was exhausted, and they shook her, making her more painful, nauseated, and wanted to vomit.

Dongfang Xing received a report from his subordinates and knew that the Persian cat had been to the hospital, so he hurried over. When he saw Shen Chao holding on to Xiahou Huan'er tightly, his eyes were quenched, and he strode forward and punched Xiahou Huan'er hard. He punched him in the face, and while he was in pain, he quickly snatched Xiahou Huan'er back who was about to foam at the mouth.

(End of this chapter)