cuddling in his arms

Chapter 147 Do You Want Anymore?
A group of people were able to enter the house, and An Ziqing was not turned away.

Mo Xiaoli was surrounded by everyone like a giant panda. She stared at each one of them with wide eyes. When she saw Luo Li, she was a little surprised. She didn't understand why this haggard and beautiful woman looked at her with such complicated eyes. .

Fenfen served tea for everyone and retreated with her sister. Everyone was sitting in the living room. Mo Xiaoli picked up the tea bowl and drank it upside down with a grunt. She still wanted to drink, so she looked up at the teapot, and The teapot was in An Ziqing's hand. She raised her head and glanced at An Ziqing. At this moment, his face was expressionless, his thin lips were pursed into a line, his jaw was curved beautifully, and there was an indelible sadness on his sharp-edged face. , made her feel distressed for a while, but she couldn't tell what it was like, a feeling of pain and fear.

An Ziqing raised his head and looked at Mo Xiaoli, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his voice was low and pleasant, he pointed to the teapot and asked, "Do you want more?"

"Yes..." After Mo Xiaoli answered this sentence, a blush quietly rose on his face.

'anything else?want. What a dreamy question, what an ecstasy answer, she vaguely remembered how many lingering nights, that low but pleasant voice asked her, "Do you want more?"

Her face was getting redder and redder, but she couldn't associate such a beautiful moment with her brother Qingqing whom she relied on, but just now he clearly said that he was her husband.

All the memories related to her husband flooded my heart like sea water, damp.

When the tea was poured into the cup, Mo Xiaoli stared closely at the slightly rough hands with deep and shallow cuts on them. Although they were old wounds, they were still shocking. She exclaimed, "Brother Qingqing ,your hands......"

Putting down the teapot, An Ziqing raised his head to look at her, his eyes were like splashed ink, dark and thick. Sure enough, she couldn't remember many things, and she remembered many things wrongly.

August came out of the bathroom. His nose had already been treated, but it was still swollen. He sat down angrily, drank a cup of tea, and then called angrily, "Mo Xiaoli, come upstairs with me. Everyone else is waiting below."

"Oh." Xiao Li also felt that his memory confusion made him very distressed, so he obediently went upstairs to let the doctor August who is said to have first-class professional knowledge for diagnosis and treatment.

Once upstairs, August frowned and said, "You actually remember An Ziqing?"

"Remember..." Mo Xiaoli was speechless.

"Then why don't you remember Mo Shaohua?" August asked again.

Mo Xiaoli was also very angry with himself, frowning and scratching his head, "I don't know either."

August rolled his eyes, poked his sharp fingertips on her head with a look of hatred, "You are an idiot, you can't remember the people you love so much, and you only remember things that are irrelevant and hurt you forever." Deep people."

Mo Xiaoli kicked him again, and said unhappily, "Why do you always bully me? You poke me again."

"Brother Qingqing is my husband, why don't you tell me?" Mo Xiaoli whispered.

August still heard it, and was annoyed again, "That despicable villain, what are you talking about him for?"

"Brother Qingqing is not a villain." Mo Xiaoli argued softly.

August squinted at her, "I'm not a villain, why did I ignore you after I had sex with you? Ignored you when there was a car accident? Let you fend for yourself?"

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Dear friends, don't be stingy with your messages.

(End of this chapter)