Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 1311 Ranran Don't Cry

Lu Qianchen... died? !

Thinking of this, Xia Weiran felt like falling into a bottomless black hole, helpless and frightened like a lost child.

She cried out with a whoosh, so weeping, so soul-stirring.

Then, with a bang, he lay down on Lu Qianchen's body, clenched his fist and beat his arm fiercely.

I don't know how many times it was punched, but the person on the bed suddenly let out a muffled hum. Although the sound was not loud, it fell into Xia Weiran's ears.

She raised her head, blinked, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and her outstretched hands were trembling.

"Lu Qianchen..." Xia Weiran yelled hoarsely, and thumped him on the shoulder again. She was afraid that the voice just now might be an auditory hallucination, but in the next second, she heard a clear and complaining voice. sound.

"Hiss...wife, you murdered your husband! I'm about to be tormented to death by you." Lu Qianchen grabbed Xia Weiran's hand. Her hand was icy cold. The moment he held it, he put it on his lips and kissed her. for a moment.

"Lu Qianchen...you..." Xia Weiran couldn't tell what kind of ups and downs it was in her heart. Between sorrow and joy, she was only stunned.

The man on the bed smiled at her, his long eyelashes flickered twice, but after Xia Weiran was stunned for a moment, he suddenly became excited, pulled up the quilt on the bed, and cried again with a wow , crying so wronged.

She turned her head and stared at Lu Qianchen viciously, picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at his body.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Lu Qianchen raised his hand to catch the pillow, but his arm touched the medicine box next to him, and he fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Xiao Tang and Feng Yiyi who were outside the door heard the commotion inside, and hurriedly opened the door and rushed in. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Xia Weilan eager to climb onto the bed and beat Lu Qianchen up.

The ground was full of mess, and she was still holding an apple on the table in her hand, trying to smash it at the bed.

"Xia Weiran, have you fucked up enough, do you think Lu Qianchen has a long life?"

Lu Qianchen was admiring Xia Weilan's frantic appearance, when he saw Xiao Tang coming in, he scolded Xia Weilan head-on and face-to-face without saying a word.

Shocked, he got up from the bed with a groan, ran to Xia Weiran in two steps, and stretched out his hand to wrap her in his arms.

Turning his head furiously, he yelled at Xiao Tang as if he had swallowed gunpowder: "Xiao Tang, I'm not dead yet, you dare to yell at my woman, you'll live too long!"

Then, he lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the little woman in his arms, and coaxed: "Ranran is good, stop crying, let's stop crying, I will scold him for you, scold him..."

The speed at which Lu Qianchen changed his face was simply staggering.

Xiao Tang almost bit off his tongue out of breath, his chest full of internal injuries, he groaned twice: "Lu Qianchen, you deserve it... I, I don't care about you!"

Lu Qianchen smiled brightly, and before the bickering with Xiao Tang was enough, he felt a pain in his chest. He frowned and looked down, and saw Xia Weiran's little hand pressing hard on his chest. Twisted fiercely, pouted and muttered: "Lu Qianchen, you liar... I was almost scared to death by you, scared to death by you..."

Lu Qianchen's wound seemed to be torn open, and it hurt a little, but seeing the little woman in his arms pouting, the golden peas fluttering down, muttering aggrievedly, his heart hurt even more.

(End of this chapter)