My husband is a wife

Chapter 1175 What is he feeling at the moment

Xiahou Huan'er suddenly yelled loudly: "Dongfang Xing..."

As if responding to her call, a gust of wind blew by, and a figure oozing with coldness appeared beside her voice soundlessly.

She shuddered unexpectedly, looked up, and a handsome, indifferent, domineering face came into her eyes.

Oh, buy Karma~
This time it was really embarrassing.

She stretched out her hands to cover her face, and wailed in her heart: "This big brother, why does he look so familiar? It must be my eyes."

The man glanced coldly at her embarrassing posture.

Then he squatted down in front of her, and his ice-like palm pulled away her hand covering her face.

An indifferent and majestic voice that contained no trace of emotion rang gracefully in her ears: "I heard that Shen Chao found the missing Ao Bing, are you talking about it?"

An ugly woman must see her husband eventually.

She couldn't escape, and she couldn't escape.

She said innocently: "I have been denying it all the time. He is mentally disturbed. He insisted that I am Aobing, and even brought me to the capital to ask you to preside over the wedding. Handsome guy, you have to help me uphold justice. Don't bring people who rob people's girls like this." The more he said, the more desolate he was, and he almost burst into tears.

Ao Po stared at her coldly, and snorted coldly: "Your life is tough."

Xiahou Huan'er knew that he was talking about the last time she accidentally broke into his study and was arrested, so she couldn't help slandering, what kind of bullshit king, he is a hypocrite who doesn't keep his promise, what a villain.

With a calm expression on the surface, he said with a false smile: "The fortune teller said that I have a lucky star, and I can live to be a hundred years old."

"Do you think you can get lucky this time?" After Ao Po finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his palm, and ruthlessly pinched her neck.

"Uh... um... wait..." Xiahou Huan'er roared.

Ao Po raised his eyebrows and said cruelly: "When death is imminent, what last words do you have?"

"It's okay if you want to kill me, but can you help me to the bathroom first? I don't want to be incontinent before I die, that would be so ugly, please, please~ Handsome guy~" Xiahou Huan'er looked at him pitifully.

That demeanor, that movement, like a kitten that has been abandoned by someone, is very pitiful.

"I'm about to die, do you still care about this? Don't try to play tricks in front of me." Although they haven't known each other for a long time, he has already experienced her ghostly skills.

"Handsome guy, didn't you see that my foot is in plaster? I can't even stand up. Are you afraid that I might run away? Please, I'm really in a hurry and I can't hold it anymore. Don't let me die so ugly Is it?" Her eyes were even more pitiful.

Ao Po squinted his deep and cold eyes, staring at her for a while.

Xiahou Huan'er was almost suffocated with internal injuries, and her face was full of internal flow~
It turned out that it was really difficult to ask for help, and my fragile heart suffered a second heavy blow.

Maybe it was her vivid expression that moved him. When he came to his senses, he had stretched out his hands, helped her up, and walked to the bathroom.

At least he has some humanity.

Xiahou Huan'er raised her finger and pointed to the toilet paper that was placed a little far away, and Ashali, who was smiling all over her face, said, "Please, help me get the toilet paper."

Ao Po's face was full of black lines, and the whole roll of toilet paper was thrown on her body, as if she had seen a ghost, she walked out quickly, slammed the door hard, and there was a cheerful thank you voice from behind.

Thinking of Ao Po's ghost-like expression just now, he couldn't help laughing.

She could tell with her toes that it was the first time for him to do such a thing. She really wanted to interview him about how he was feeling at the moment.

(End of this chapter)