Captive little pretty wife: President, I want a divorce

Chapter 137 She Was Hurt For Him (4)

"Something happened to a friend." Qiao Shaohang considered his words. In fact, he didn't want to hide some things from her, but he just didn't know how to say them.

And there are some things, it's better for her not to know.

Such as his identity, and her own past.

"Then you come back early, I'll wait for you." Su Xiaomo was silent for a while, but still didn't ask any questions.

"Xiao Mo, how is your health?" Qiao Shaohang asked impatiently, thinking that maybe his little wife had also suffered a lot.

Su Xiaomo was a little puzzled, how did Qiao Shaohang know that she was not in good health today?

But he didn't ask anything, just said he was fine.

"Well, if you have anything to do, just ask Xiaobai, I will be back as soon as possible."

Qiao Shaohang explained a few more worried words before hanging up the phone.

Last time, his little wife was wronged, and this time he didn't want such a thing to happen again.
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When Pei Li'ai woke up, it was already the evening of the next day.

At this time, Qiao Shaohang was leaning against the window, and the setting sun came in from the window and fell on his body, with a little bit of halo, which made people feel like a dream.

Suddenly there was a sound of glass shattering behind him, and he turned around quickly, only to see that the person in the bed had woken up and was struggling to hold the things on the bedside table next to him, but he returned in vain.

Qiao Shaohang hurried over, held her hand, and placed it beside her, "Xiao Ai, how do you feel?"

She looked up at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled at him.

That kind of smile is very bright and brilliant, like the smile she always put on her face when she first saw her. That year, she was 16 years old and he.

Over the past ten years, so many things have happened.

She has changed and so has he.

There are some memories that I think I have forgotten, but I still remember them all the time.

"Xiao Ai?" Qiao Shaohang couldn't help calling again, remembering the doctor's words.

She still didn't speak, just smiled at him.

Qiao Shaohang went out of the room to find Joke, poured water for her, and fed her to drink.

After checking carefully, Jock said, "It's nothing else, but as I said, it may affect intelligence. You know, the wound is just in that part, and it may be congested and the nerves may be compressed. Wait. I'll prescribe some medicine, maybe the congestion will disperse."

(End of this chapter)