Captive little pretty wife: President, I want a divorce

Chapter 277 Su Xiaomo's Suspicion (2)

After Qiao Shaohang saw Su Xiaomo coming back, he handed her a piece of paper, Su Xiaomo took it suspiciously, and smiled lightly when he saw the words on the paper.

He even said that it was strange to wear a mask, so it would be a bit funny to wrap it in a cloth strip and pretend to be injured, but others should not think him strange.

But she wanted to say that it was no longer a matter of injury, but that he really looked like a mummy.

After taking the pen and scribbling a few words on it, she stuffed the paper into his palm before walking back to the room.

After pregnancy, people are more likely to get tired.

For the baby's health, Su Xiaomo still pays attention to rest.

Qiao Shaohang stood behind her, watched Su Xiaomo walk into the room before opening the paper in his hand.

She said he was like a mummy, and she also said that he could just be himself, if he really wanted to go out, then go out, and he didn't need to care about other people's eyes.

He smiled lightly, yes, other people's eyes were never a problem.

Whatever he does, he just wants to be by her side.

Let her go shopping alone, and he will think wildly at home, wondering if she will be tired, and whether her things cannot be carried. If she goes for a longer time, he will start to worry about whether she is out or not. what's the matter.

This feeling of worrying about gain and loss is only because of her.

After Su Xiaomo took a shower, she came out and talked to him before going to sleep.

After Qiao Shaohang finished his meal, he didn't go back to his room, but leaned against her door and stood quietly.

For many nights, he liked to stand like this, sometimes even forgetting the time.

He knew that nothing would happen to her, but he still wanted to stand so close to her, across a door, knowing that there was her on the other side of the door, and he would feel at ease in his heart.

Thinking about some things in the past, and he didn't know how long he stood there, there were bursts of painful groans from the other side of the door.

Although the voice was low, he still heard it.

What's up with her?
Feeling anxious, he opened the door and walked in.

Bed|The person on the bed didn't wake up, but she seemed to be having a nightmare, shaking her head, and intermittent words came out of her mouth, "Don't—don't—"

He walked to her bedside, reached out to hold her hand, and said softly: "It's okay, Xiaomo, it's okay."

She was still asleep and couldn't hear at all, but at such a time, he could speak.

(End of this chapter)