My husband is a wife

Chapter 983 Hit by an Iceberg

"Ah..." Poor Long Qiao was sent flying a few feet away by his fist that had brewed up a lot of anger, and fell to the ground gorgeously and seriously injured.

Feeling slightly relieved, the corpse king went straight into the hospital without looking at him.

"Dong-Fang-Xing." Long Qiao spat out three words fiercely, struggling to stand up from the ground, nosebleeds pouring down.

Stretching out his hand to cover the crooked nose, his perfect nose was ruined, and it would take at least a day to refine a perfect nose.

Damn, it's really ruthless, and it doesn't show mercy at all, but it's not the corpse king who is merciful.

In the ward, Xiahou Huan'er knew who was coming when she felt the temperature drop instantly.

The tall and steep figure pushed the door and walked in. With an iceberg-like face, Dongfang Xing approached the hospital bed, condescendingly overlooking the lazy little woman like a kitten, and said in a deep and magnetic voice: "Have you eaten?"

Xiahou Huan'er rested her chin on her palm, her face had already returned to blood, and her dark eyes flashed with ruffian jokes: "Master, do you want to ask me what I ate? Dinner? Medicine? Or?"

Dongfang Xing's face visibly froze, the corners of his mouth twitched severely, and he spat out three words coldly: "Young rascal."

"Master, what you said is slandering me. Our language is profound and profound. Whoever makes you speak so eloquently can easily cause disagreements. Besides, I'm not a roundworm in your stomach. Who knows what you mean." Xiahou Huan'er Looking at him innocently, he defended himself confidently.

She was obviously sophistry, Dongfang Xing had always been taciturn and was not good at arguing with people, especially women, so he simply turned his back and ignored her, and put the medicine on the table into his pocket.

"Why didn't you talk?" Looking at his silent back, Xiahou Huan'er rolled her eyes, thinking again that he must have been a mute in his previous life.

After putting away the medicine, Master Xing said nothing, picked her up indifferently, and left the hospital.

At this time, there was no one in the hospital, and even if there were, when they saw Dongfang Xing, a big iceberg that was threatening the cold, they did not dare to approach it and stayed far away.

At the entrance of the hospital, Long Qiao, whose nose was crooked, did not leave.

Seeing that he was still there, Dongfang Xing's ice-cold face became even more gloomy.

Seeing his distressed handsome face, Xiahou Huan'er sneered, and smiled impolitely: "Yo, Long Qiao, did you get hit by a spark on your nose?"

"It was hit by an iceberg." Long Qiao touched the crooked nose, and looked at the culprit angrily.

Hey, it turned out to be the hand of the corpse king. It was a heavy hand. Xiahou Huan'er looked up at the man with a cold handsome face in surprise.

Why are they fighting?

The culprit, but he didn't even look at him, raised his head and let out a low and thick whistle, summoning the winged beast.

Undeterred, Long Qiao threw out the bait again: "Dongfang Xing, what about the two ships? This is the highest price. You can't take Joe anymore."

Hearing the ship again, Xiahou Huan'er's body trembled.

"Looking for death." A voice that was soaked in ice rang out, and Dongfang Xing held Xiahou Huan'er in one hand, and quickly drew out his gun with the other, and fired at him without any hesitation.

Having suffered a loss once, Long Qiao was already prepared. When he drew his gun, he quickly dodged towards the building beside him.

Bang bang bang, the bullet shot a crack where he was just now.

"What kind of price do you want before you are willing to change it?" Damn, he really wanted to shoot him dead, and he couldn't believe that he was really reluctant to sell her to him.

(End of this chapter)