Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 563 I Don't Want To Go, You Carry Me Back
When Xia Shang said this, he quickly took a sterilized cotton swab from the first aid kit.

He frowned slightly, his handsome facial features faintly flashed with distress.

He half-jokingly said to Ji Liunian: "In addition to making money, you seem to be unable to take care of a woman well."

Ji Liunian put An Qiyue down, and took the disinfection tool from Xia Shang.

It wasn't a serious wound at all, it was just a prick in the sharp part of the glass.

Although the wound was not big, it was just one eye, but it was pierced deep, so blood dripped out all the time.

An Qiyue smiled at the nervous Xia Shang, and she said, "That...it fell from the wall and broke."

When Xia Shang took the medicine box, he had already seen the photo frame lying on the ground, and the cracked frame fell apart.

He bent his lips and said indifferently: "It's okay, it's just a broken frame, and you can start a new bitch."

Ji Liunian took An Qiyue's finger and held down the fury in his heart.

He carefully cleaned the woman's wound, trying to restrain the urge to hit her.

An Qiyue looked at Shang Xia Shang with fine black eyes, and his appearance was elegant and soft.

He was wearing the usual light gray home clothes, the sleeves were rolled up high, and his hands were still stained with flour. He probably ran over immediately when he heard the noise in the living room, so he didn't have time to wash his hands.

An Qiyue's brows and eyes were tender, and for some reason, she suddenly felt that this man was not easy, and a feeling of pity suddenly arose in her heart.

Maybe this word is a bit inappropriate for a woman to a man.

However, An Qiyue's complicated heart could not find a more suitable adjective to describe her feelings for him.

They were once a pair of close lovers, and their love stopped abruptly when they were so passionate.

For Xia Shang, losing the love of his heart at the most beautiful time in his life, and living alone for so many years, An Qiyue felt that he was tortured by time and pain.

So, she took pity on it.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled softly, mostly soothing.

She said: "Embroidery is originally a semi-finished product. If it is broken, don't mount it. The incomplete thing, even if you try your best to repair it, it is still incomplete."

The shattered hair on Xia Shang's forehead was vaguely fluttering with the wind, but a bloody mouth burst open in the bottom of his heart, and intense pain burst forth frantically.

He curled his lips into a drunken smile, and his voice was wrapped in a few wisps of spring chill.

He said: "It is incomplete, so it is incomplete and undefeated. You may not know Xiaoqi, but the owner who embroidered it has repeatedly emphasized to me. She said that everything in Xia Shang's world is good, but there is no such thing as me. You are the most sincere, even though this embroidery has not been finished yet, I embroidered every stitch and every thread with my heart and soul, so you have to put it away, and wait for the day when I have a whim, and then make a new one. It's done. Lose it, and I don't want you anymore."

Xia Shang uttered words like orchids, with a lingering smile, and an unpredictable cold light in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then turned his eyes to An Qiyue's bandaged wound, and smiled mockingly to himself.

He said: "So, this thorn should be properly framed. If it gets lost, it's really because she doesn't want me."

An Qiyue's slender eyelashes trembled weakly, as if her heart had been stabbed by a blunt object, she withdrew her dark eyes and stopped looking at Xia Shang.

She said to the man beside her who had been holding back and saying nothing, "I don't want to leave, you carry me back."

It wasn't that she didn't want to leave, but she broke out in a cold sweat suddenly, and all her strength was pulled away in an instant, and she didn't have the strength to stand up.

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