Master Mo's beloved wife

However, Qin Xiaolou is not qualified to say this.

"Why don't you dare? Or do you have that dark and dirty thought? " Tong Weiwei is aggressive.

"Good!" Qin Xiaolou closed his eyes and covered his despair

"If my Qin Xiaolou is entangled with Mo QingHan, it's called Mo QingHan... It's hard to die!"

"Now you should rest assured!" Qin Xiaolou looked at Tong Weiwei deeply and asked quietly.

"So you don't like Mo QingHan?"

Tong Weiwei's eyes flashed and suddenly asked.

"Yes Qin Xiaolou took a deep breath

"I like pigs and dogs all my life, but I don't like Mo QingHan!"

"Since you are like this, I have wronged you."

Tong Weiwei suddenly took Qin Xiaolou's hand and said, "I see your wound.

"Pa!"

The door was opened.

Two people see the ink light cold standing outside the door, are stunned.

Qin Xiaolou felt his eyes cold to the extreme for a moment, and almost frozen her.

"QingHan, why are you here?"

Tong Weiwei pretended to be pleasantly surprised, but her heart is clear, just now she heard the faint footsteps outside the door, did not think it was really him.

"Mom asked me to come and see if you were hurt?" Ink light cold sharp thin lips into a gentle radian.

"It's all said I'm fine."

Tong Weiwei smiles and reaches for Mo QingHan's arm. However, she sees a small bottle in his hand. "What's this?"

"Oh, this is the scald medicine I specially sent you."

Mo light cold thoughtfully said, "really did not hurt where, just had a careful look."

"Light cold!" Tong Weiwei blushed, "you'll make fun of me!"

"Fool!" Mo QingHan takes Tong Weiwei affectionately and goes downstairs.

Behind him, Qin Xiaolou stood in the same place. Did he... Hear what he said just now?

Then she burst into a self mocking smile. Whether he heard it or not, it was time to draw a clear line between her and him.

"Miss Qin, it seems that you are seriously injured. Why don't you take this bottle of medicine?"

Tong Weiwei suddenly stood still, turned around and looked at her with a smile.

What Tong Weiwei wants can only be her. If not, the whole thing will be destroyed!

"No! No more

Qin Xiaolou subconsciously refused, and her fear almost drowned her.

"But your wound?" Tong Weiwei's eyes flashed a few hesitations, and her hands were stiff in the air.

Mo QingHan suddenly grabs the medicine from Tong Weiwei, turns around and throws it into the garbage can. He says coldly:

"Wei Wei, this kind of person does not know how to praise, why do you talk nonsense with her?"

"Light cold!" Tong Weiwei exclaimed, eyeground reveals a few silk distressed, "that's the medicine you sent!"

"I can't give you what I want." Mo QingHan suddenly approaches Tong Weiwei and whispers to her.

Tong Weiwei blushes and pushes away Mo QingHan in exchange for his low smile.

"Miss Qin, if you are hurt, you don't have to go down. Have a good rest."

With that, she looked at the ink light cold, "light cold, do you say good?"

Mo QingHan gave Qin Xiaolou a mean look in his eyes and replied with a smile, "whatever you say is good!"

They soon disappeared at the end of the second floor, leaving Qin Xiaolou, who was cool and thorough in the original place. She walked to the garbage can in three or two steps, where the small medicine bottle was lying quietly.

All of a sudden, she squatted down, picked up the medicine bottle and pinched it in the palm of her hand.

The scalding and burning sensation penetrated through the skin into the blood, straight into the heart, and almost burned her whole body.

The warmth of heavy handmade carpet could not warm her whole heart as if she had fallen into the ice cellar.

Qin Xiaolou squatted in the same place, the whole person seems to be divided into two parts, half in the flames of love and hate, while in the ice of rational shackles can not survive.

After a long time, she finally got up, hung her head and went to the room.

A pair of exquisite shoes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She looked up along the line of sight, and the pale face of Mo XiuXiu suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Mo XiuXiu smashed Qin Xiaolou open, sneered, "useless things."

Qin Xiaolou suddenly pinched the palm of his hand, and his eyes were full of confused hatred. "Mo XiuXiu, you did it on purpose!"

"So what?"

Mo XiuXiu looks at the embarrassed woman in front of her, as if appreciating her most perfect work

"Even if you don't drive away Tong Weiwei, it's a relief to see you look like a bereaved dog. How about hate?"

Qin Xiaolou suddenly sneered

"No matter how much I hate it, I can't compare it with you? Mo XiuXiu, you want to use me to ruin today's dinner.

I'm not as good as you want. Do you plan to have another attack this time? "

"You Mo XiuXiu's eyes are like poisonous snakes, and she stares at Qin Xiaolou tightly

"Qin Xiaolou, you'd better not fall into my hands, or I'll let you die miserably!"

With that, she turned around angrily. Her weak body seemed to drift away in a gust of wind, but she was full of powerful evil spirit. Under her weak appearance, she was a vicious and twisted heart.

However, no one thought that this opportunity would come so soon.

Qin Xiaolou went into the kitchen after everyone had finished eating. When he finished everything, he went back to his room. It was already late at night.

After soaking her red and swollen arm in water, there was a layer of ugly wrinkles, and also filled with an unspeakable tingling, inch by inch cutting her nerves.

Today, in the restaurant, she endured the pain of the bowl of hot soup spilled on her.

But she even felt that the ruthlessness of closing the ink was so insignificant.

She took a deep breath, suppressed all the waves in her chest, and calmly walked back to the room, where the message of her mobile phone rang out.

"Come here!"

The sender of the message was remarked as "general manager Mo" by Qin Xiaolou. Seeing this message, Qin Xiaolou got a cool air behind him.

Mo QingHan wants to see her!

Even if she did not want to, she had to come to the room of Mo QingHan.

The corridor was hidden in half light.

Qin Xiaolou carefully picked up his steps to avoid making any noise.

When Qin Xiaolou walked into the room of ink light and cold, in the dark, a pair of eyes refracted the bone biting hatred and venom through the dim light, full of distortion and unwillingness.

As soon as Qin Xiaolou stepped into the room, he was rudely grabbed by Mo QingHan's arm and threw it on the bed.

Before she could react, her heavy body pressed down.

"Qin Xiaolou, do you want me to get married immediately and get rid of me?"

The top of the head rang out the voice of Mo light cold with thin anger.

Qin Xiaolou looked down at him and dared not look at him. He said in a low voice, "that's right!"

"Bitch, you can't get rid of me all your life without my consent. You owe Xiaoxian that!"