77 sweet kisses from the president: the new wife is addicted

Chapter 892

Nie Yao was a little embarrassed, but very angry: "Since you don't care about me, why do you still care about my affairs? Get out of the way."

Qi Yan grabbed the pair of hands that were pushing him and pressed them directly, and pushed her against the wall with one step closer.

The familiar breath lingered in front of each other's nostrils, and the girl's delicious milk scent made Qi Yan slightly dizzy, and his stern eyes softened a little inadvertently.

"Didn't you live with another man? Why didn't he come to protect you when it was critical?"

"Who told you that I lived with a man?" Nie Yao was annoyed by Qi Yan's self-righteous conjecture: "Don't slander me with your dirty thoughts, do you think everyone is as dirty as you? The opposite sex can sleep with her!"

Qi Yan ignored Nie Yao's humiliation and asked again: "So you haven't lived with a man before?"

Nie Yao was about to say no, but noticed that Qi Yan had been testing herself, and swallowed the words abruptly: "Does it have anything to do with you if I live with other men?"

"Answer me, do you have any?" Qi Yan stared straight at her, eager to find an answer.

Nie Yao smiled slightly: "Yes, why not, he just happened to have no time tonight and didn't come back."

Qi Yan continued to press, "Then why doesn't your room smell like a man at all?"

"How do you know if you are manly?" Nie Yao was a little surprised.

Qi Yan uttered a sentence coldly: "I can't smell it!"

The simple four words hit Nie Yao's smile inexplicably. The corners of her mouth were bent, and she smiled unceremoniously: "Do you think you are a dog? You can smell everything with your nose? There is no man in the room." Can you be sure that no man has slept with you?"

"Let me tell you, I just slept with a man in my arms last night."

When the last sentence came out, Qi Yan had already walked away from her, stood one meter away, looked at her with a pair of deep and cold eyes, and went downstairs without saying a word.

There are too many emotions in that look, Nie Yao can't understand, the only thing she can understand is the hurt and loss hidden in the deepest part.

Her heart twitched fiercely, and she wanted to call Qi Yan to stop, but found that she was no longer qualified to keep him.

Just now when she was fighting for the satchel, she fell down, and Nie Yao's knees were all torn, and she walked with a limp, her posture was ugly.

Qi Yan heard the intermittent sound of high-heeled shoes, turned around, and Nie Yao was struggling to walk down the wall.

He walked over, picked up the person directly, went down to the third floor expressionlessly, and said, "Where's the key?"

Nie Yao, who hadn't recovered from the shock, stretched out her hand: "It's in my hand."

"Open the door."

Qi Yan held her in his arms without any intention of letting go, so Nie Yao had no choice but to walk over half of her body to open the door.

Qi Yan put her on the sofa directly after entering, "Where is the first aid kit?"

"In that cabinet." The little hand pointed lightly.

Qi Yan walked over, took out the disinfectant and threw it to Nie Yao, "Take care of it yourself."

Nie Yao said oh, and consciously took out a cotton swab, got some alcohol and rubbed it on the wound.It was very painful, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, trying not to make a sound.

Qi Yan turned his back and didn't look at her, and waited for her to heal the injury on her leg before opening his mouth: "Put some medicine on your burnt hands."

"My hands don't hurt anymore."

"Shouldn't you wipe it off if it doesn't hurt? You're already ugly, and you've got scars all over your body, which makes people look even more unappetizing." Qi Yan humiliated without concealing it.

(End of this chapter)