Captive little pretty wife: President, I want a divorce

Chapter 116 His Heart Begins to Beat (9)

At this moment, a car suddenly stopped beside Qiao Shaohang, someone opened the door, and made a signal to Qiao Shaohang.

Qiao Shaohang knew that Chu Hao had already taken care of everything, so he quickly hugged Su Xiaomo and got into the car.

The car galloped away at this moment, leaving the people behind far behind.

There were sighs among the crowd.

Chu Hao's efficiency is very high, and the efficiency of the people who came to meet him is also very high.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Shaohang was already sitting on a private plane.

Originally decided to travel for several days, but unexpectedly returned within a day, Qiao Shaohang felt a little regretful, and began to think that he would definitely take his little wife to another place next time, so as to live a good life for the two of them.

only--

Why is his little wife still awake?
He looked down at his little wife who was still sleeping restlessly, and his heart became a little irritable. Did that person lie?
Reaching out his hand to caress her slightly frowning brow, his movements were so gentle, it could almost be said to be cautious.

"Little slob, it's time to get up." He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then kissed the corner of her lips, soft ravings overflowed from his lips, low and lingering.

It's just that the person in his arms didn't respond.

This time, she felt so peaceful even when she slept, and she obviously slept so poorly on weekdays.

The irritability in the bottom of my heart surged more and more.

He hugged him tighter, holding hands tightly together.

If something happened to her under his eyes, he would not forgive himself.

"Xiaomo, if you don't get up again, I won't be polite." He started threatening in her ear again.

Whenever she pretended to be asleep, such words were most useful.

But it didn't work this time, so she didn't pretend to be asleep, but really fell asleep.

As the plane flew high in the sky, a white trace streaked across it. At this moment, his heart felt like it was streaked by something, and he felt a faint pain.

Very light, but wispy and lingering.
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"What? Going outside again? Don't go." The loud voice carried a faint coercion.

The middle-aged man was tall and burly, with angry brows, staring at his son at the moment.

"Even if I want to go, Father, you can't stop me." The young man's face was stubborn, and there was a faint anger burning between his brows.

(End of this chapter)