Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 326 Qingyang Lin Xiao is restless
Qingyang Lin Xiao turned and went back to the house, he knew it too, but that girl still made him worry.

"Investigate all the background of 'Chi'."
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If it were you, what color do you like for equipment?
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bright red.Because dazzling, handsome.
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red.One black and one red, just a perfect match, a perfect match.

Xue'er once said that she likes to use bright red to match her equipment. Chi is the name he thought of, but he didn't expect that they could see the way they used to get along in 'Trick'.

At the moment when he knew 'Red', Qingyang Lin Xiao had doubted her, but the entanglement last night made him more sure of his wrong judgment. There may be tight muscles, although they are different from men's.

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When Xiaoxue woke up, her head was extremely heavy, her eyes were still closed, but her head was shaking vigorously, fine sweat was streaming from her forehead, and there seemed to be something sharp turning in her heart.

Next to my ear, there seemed to be a voice of indistinguishable sound quality confessing in my ear.

She opened her eyes suddenly, but what she met was the anxious gaze of the masked man. Xiaoxue stepped back subconsciously, and was held by his shoulders.

"Don't move, I'm checking your wound and applying medicine." Qingyang Lin Shan sat on the side, as if explaining for the masked man. Since meeting until now, she hasn't seen the masked man say a word. a dumb.

When Xiaoxue saw Qingyang Linshan, she was surprised at first, then calm.

"Come here, I'm not afraid that your brother will lock you up."

Qingyang Lin Shan sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her head, her voice was very low, almost as if she was talking to herself: "When he has time to take care of me, I'm afraid he's still thinking about that woman."

The loss and sourness in Qingyang Linshan's eyes was clearly seen by Xiaoxue. Everyone has secrets that others don't know, and she doesn't want to ask more.

Turning his gaze to the masked figure, he was really concentrating on dipping a cotton swab in alcohol, and then bent down to touch her exposed wound.

The anxiety in his eyes was hidden by indifference at the moment when they looked at each other just now, but the bright red lips under the mask were extremely tight.

Xiaoxue casually pulled the quilt aside to cover her wound, which was on her chest. Xiaoxue didn't know if she was exposed, but a woman's natural sense of protection made her resist the gaze of strange men.

The masked man's hands were in the air, and the alcohol was dipped in the off-white bedding, instantly turning yellow.

There was a complex emotion in his eyes, like sadness, like coldness, but it was fleeting, making Xiaoxue think that she was dazzled.

On the other hand, Qingyang Linshan, laying her hands on Xiaoxue's side, said, "Your wound is festering, you must deal with it in time, and I can't do it either, so I can only let him come."

"The wound on your chest will leave an ugly scar." The masked man said suddenly, his voice was hoarse, as if it had been torn apart.

Xiaoxue doesn't care about leaving scars. During training, her skin is often injured. She also has a scar on her back, which was bitten by a Tibetan mastiff.

Qingyang Lin Shan said in surprise, "Hey! Aren't you dumb?"

The man in the mask didn't raise his head, and ignored her, and tried to pull the bedding tentatively with one hand. Seeing that Xiaoxue's hand was not holding the bedding so hard, he pulled it away. In the pustule, the pus was cut open and dripped down the bed along the skin.

When the alcohol was applied to her skin, Xiaoxue felt that her fragile heart was being torn apart alive by her hands. The pain was like boundless air. When she breathed into her lungs, she could also feel the sharp pain of bone erosion.

Sweat oozes from Xiaoxue's body, and every inch of her skin has not been missed. She wanted to grab the wound, but the masked man grabbed her wrist, and growled in a stern voice, "Grab her hand."

Qingyang Lin Shan frantically cooperated with the masked man, clasped Xiaoxue's arms tightly, and pressed them to her sides: "Hold it, you'll be fine after disinfection, otherwise you'll get infected."

Qingyang Lin Xiao's heart was disturbed by the sudden stabbing pain. He dropped all the lunch brought by the servant to the ground, and the room was filled with soup and water.

Zhong Tong stood sideways: "Master, don't be anxious, Miss will be fine."

Qingyang Lin Xiao glanced at him coldly. He clearly knew that his so-called anxiety was not because he was worried about Qingyang Linshan. As long as she was not discovered by Qingyang Xiujue, she would be safe, and the person who should be worried might be someone else.

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Xiaoxue fell into a coma again in severe pain, and when she woke up, it was already late at night, and the pain in her chest skin hadn't eased yet, the burning pain made her dare not move around, so she could only lie on the bed~.

The orange wall lamp illuminated the house warmly. Qingyang Lin Shan was lying on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly, while the masked man was lying on the edge of the bed, knocking his eyes, but not falling asleep. Xiaoxue raised his arm slightly, and he immediately open one's eyes.

After only one glance at Xiaoxue, she quickly shifted her gaze, stood up, and disappeared at the door of the room, which was slightly knocked shut.

Xiaoxue stared blankly at the direction where he disappeared. This man was both mysterious and indifferent, like a stranger to her, but also like a very familiar friend.

He suddenly appeared two years ago and was kicked into the lake by Qingyang Lin Xiao, until he reappeared two years later...to Xiaoxue's perception, he should know her, but why those eyes always couldn't tell her? any emotion.

Xiaoxue was full of thoughts, and she couldn't figure out a reason at all.

The door was knocked at this moment, but Xiaoxue hadn't responded yet, he pushed it open, under the dim light, the man's figure was lonely and cold, like a millennium cold that had been melted into the ice edge.

He held the bowl in one hand, twisted the handle with the other, and gently closed the door. His movements were gentle and elegant. Xiaoxue didn't know if the face under his mask was as clear and elegant as his actions.

Under her attention, he has already moved a stool with one hand, placed it on the head of Xiaoxue's bed, sat down on the stool, picked up a spoon, and scooped up a bowl of porridge.

Xiaoxue stared at his black gloves, raised her eyes to see the cotton coat wrapped around her body, and was even more curious about him: "Who are you? This is the third time you have appeared by my side."

The eyes of the masked man were covered with a thin layer of frost under the wall lamp. He raised his arm and handed the spoon to Xiaoxue's mouth. He just stared at her without saying a word or showing any expression.

Xiaoxue moved her head forward uncomfortably, holding the spoon in her mouth, while he slightly raised his hand and poured the porridge into her mouth.

Xiaoxue was hungry and thirsty, and the porridge was just enough to satisfy her weakness at this time.

The flesh of the wound was growing, and it was very itchy. Xiaoxue subconsciously stretched out her hand to wrap it around, but found that her hands were tied around her body: "What are you doing with me?"

"Your wound is growing, it will be very itchy, and you can't reach out to forgive it."

From the beginning to the end, his attitude was as indifferent as frost, but in his tone, there was a clear concern for her.

"Do you know me?" Xiaoxue asked persistently.

(End of this chapter)