slave seven seven

Chapter 350 Neither Master nor Slave nor Husband nor Wife
Qi Qi couldn't explain how she felt, she held the ball of paper stiffly for a long time, and finally put it in the maid's arms, it turned out that she didn't have the courage to open it.

Standing in the cold night wind for a long time, it was not until his hands and feet were cold that he stepped into the brightest bedroom in Qingdi Garden, where Qingyun was sitting in front of the bed and talking to a few elderly doctors next to him. Qiqi walked in and smiled gracefully, "You are here, Master Xiangguo just fell asleep."

Glancing at Xia Houling who was breathing calmly on the bed, Qiqi didn't even dare to try to get closer, and asked nonchalantly from a distance, "Master, are you all right?"

"Well, the servant found out in time, so there's nothing serious." Qingyun looked at her thoughtfully, frowned imperceptibly, and then said to the doctor, "Why don't we go out first."

"I'll push you out." Qi Qi stepped forward to support the back of the chair as usual, Qing Yun shook her head, "My lord will be taken care of by Mrs. Lan Shu."

After finishing speaking, Qing Yun and the doctors chatted and exited the bedroom.

In the quiet and silent room, only Xia Houling, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed with Qi Qi, was left. Far away from that bed, Qi Qi picked up a brazier and sat on the ground, with her arms around her knees, her chin resting on her knees, and she shrank. into a ball.

If it wasn't for the recurrence of asthma, the paper of divorce would have been in her hands long ago, right?

Lord, do you know that my admiration for you has already reached the point where I have no self, I am just too tired to admire you anymore.Lord, you have no love, what is that, bored?Tired of me, tired of me who is not clear with Meng Ran...

It was dawn and he was sober, and she should be kicked out.

"Master, from now on we will be neither master nor slave, neither husband nor wife, and we will have nothing to do with each other." Qiqi murmured, her eyes fixed on the brocade quilt on the bed, "Master, take care of yourself."

Qiqi stood up, resolutely walked out and left.

As the door was slammed shut, the people on the bed opened their blood-red eyes, whether they were masters or slaves, husbands or wives...

(End of this chapter)