Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 978 A cold sourness passed through the man's heart
He put the rice porridge on the coffee table, then walked to the bay window, and looked down at her, "Xiao Qi, don't look at me so cynically, and don't think so narrowly of me. What happened in the past counts as nothing. It’s less than a write-off, but the grievances and grievances of the past two years have faded with time.”

An Qiyue smiled slyly, "Has it faded? If it fades away, why did you lure Xia Shang to Paris?"

When Shura heard this, it was as if he had heard some world-class joke.

He sneered and said, "Xiaoqi, no matter what time you are, your judgment will never be so objective. Who is Xia Shang? Is it just me who can deceive you? Childish!"

The smile on An Qiyue's face became more ironic.

She jumped out of the bay window with bare feet, stood in front of him, looked up at him, and said: "Oh, you brought me to your lair, did you want me to watch you two beat you to death? "

Shura's face darkened, and he said, "Could it be that I can't shake hands with him and make peace?"

An Qiyue sneered, shook hands and made peace, what about cheating ghosts?
She withdrew her gaze, walked to the sofa, looked at the steaming porridge, and said sarcastically, "Bring me here and treat me to porridge?"

Shura didn't mind her lukewarm appearance, so he raised his foot and sat opposite her, and said, "You can only eat light food for your recent blood report. When the young master of the imperial capital arrives in Paris, you can give it to me." You had surgery."

An Qiyue stirred the porridge with a spoon, frowned and said: "Didn't you say on the plane from the imperial capital to Paris that no surgery is needed? As long as the medicine is prepared, it will be fine?"

Shura looked at her coolly for a while, and said: "It was planned like that before, but your current situation is not optimistic, and you can only have surgery."

An Qiyue put down the spoon and sank back into the sofa, her eyes couldn't hide the tiredness.

"It's impossible for me to use my son's life to continue my life. You don't want to think about it. Of course, I can't wait to die so willingly. You are so capable, there should be a way, right? For example, I The father who gave birth to me but did not raise me. I think, I want his blood or life to continue my life. Is this difficult for you?"

Shura stared at her for a moment, it was still that innocent and pure little face, but his whole body was full of madness.

He frowned and said, "Xiaoqi, you don't have time to wait."

An Qiyue curved her lips, her smile was bright and piercing, "Really? I'm not worried at all, anyway, you have a thousand ways to prevent me from dying. What does it matter if you wait any longer?"

A cold sourness flashed across Shura's heart.

He looked at her as if he had seen a stranger who seemed to have known him before, "Since you want to do that, then I will arrange it. But you can only live here during this time. You know why."

Of course An Qiyue knew the reason, the virus in her body was attacking more and more frequently.

Recently, it occurs almost every two days, and each time the pain lasts longer than the last time, and it also tortures people's mind and reason more.

However, if she lives here and eats Shura's blood for three meals a day, it will delay the symptoms and temporarily suppress the virus from eroding.

She smiled to herself, the sarcasm of such a smile was too obvious.

She pursed her lips and said, "Master, for Xiao Qi, a weak ghost, you are really willing to give up your own life."

She paused, looked at Shura carefully from top to bottom, and said pointedly.

(End of this chapter)