Master Mo's beloved wife

But the pain in his stomach still made Qin Xiaolou sweat.

All over the body's hair almost erect, pores open, feel the chilling.

She was biting her teeth, and even the hand pressing her stomach began to lose her strength. Her mind suddenly burst out, and she could hardly see the scene in front of her eyes.

"Are you all right?" The voice of Mo QingHan rings out, with a touch of tenderness.

Qin Xiaolou was stunned, and a huge surprise came to her heart, as if every cell in her body was crying for joy, which pushed her to look up quickly.

Is mo QingHan still concerned about her? Is he her elder brother?

He still can't bear her to be teased by these people. Thinking of this, even the stomachache doesn't seem so tormenting.

The mouth has not yet said the export, stiff in the corner of the mouth, and then astringent to dissipate in the air, pupil suddenly shaking, contraction.

Her whole face was very white. She felt that someone was beating her stomach crazily with a whip, which made her stomach more painful.

She didn't see the expression of Mo QingHan's concern, what she saw was only the back of his head.

At this time, Mo QingHan is looking at Tong Weiwei. Even if she can't see his face, she can still guess clearly that his expression must be nervous and concerned.

Tong Weiwei brows gently wrinkled, delicate eyebrows with a touch of fatigue, even so hard to cover her beauty, people can't help but embrace her.

Tong Weiwei's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to song Xiaoxian's, but song Xiaoxian's eyebrows and eyes are full of sadness, completely different from her gorgeous.

"It's OK. Maybe I'm tired."

Tong Weiwei smiles and shakes her head. Her eyes fall on the trace on Mo QingHan's neck. Her eyes are deep.

Qin Xiaolou eyes a sour, she thought it was mo QingHan asked himself!

Hand tightly grasp their clothes, through the thin cloth almost pinched into the meat, in order to suppress her heart is about to suppress tears.

"See?" Ye Junfei's sneer rang out in her ears.

Yes, it's always her who can't see clearly!

"Have a cup of boiled water to warm your stomach first." Ye Junfei suddenly put a cup of warm water in front of her.

Qin Xiaolou Leng in place, took the cup of hand suddenly lost strength.

Even her stomach was against her. It hurt more than any other time just now. She was unprepared for the pain.

Originally pale face, but also pale without a trace of blood.

"Clang!"

Hands finally can not hold on to the loose, the hands of the water cup fell to the ground, issued a harsh sound of fragmentation, all the attention of the people are attracted.

"Why are you so careless?"

Mo QingHan is on her left, and there is a tong Weiwei in the middle. He must ask if the broken cup has splashed Tong Weiwei.

Qin Xiaolou bit her lips, and the half dim light in the box came lazily, hiding the tears in her eyes,

Mo QingHan, my brother QingHan, when Tong Weiwei frowned just because she was tired, did you care for me in the slightest? Did you also say hello?

She thought pessimistically. He was very nervous just because Tong Weiwei frowned slightly. When he was as pale as paper, did he see the cold sweat on her forehead?

She was born should not have some extravagant hope, will have now such self inflicted.

Qin Xiaolou sneered. Apart from the physical relationship between her and him, what else is left?

The sneer was particularly harsh. Although it was small, it was clearly heard. The people present could not help but feel cold.

"This woman is so unruly!" Ye Cheng got up with a bad face.

Faster than him is ye Junfei. He holds Qin Xiaolou in his arms and looks at Mo QingHan with a smile

"Brother Mo, don't you see that your assistant is very upset? Even I can see that brother Mo's eyes need to be wiped. "

A meaningful smile, provoked the presence of the face and changed a color.

We are all human beings. How can we recognize the irony in his words?

Ink light cold one Leng, the line of sight falls in the Qin Xiaolou of Ye Junfei's bosom, the eye color is deep, ink dye of a piece, also don't know what to think.

"Light cold." Tong Weiwei suddenly grabs Mo QingHan's hand, and her voice is painful.

"Weiwei, what's the matter with you?" Mo light cold quickly look down Tong Weiwei's condition, between the eyebrows is completely concerned.

Tong Weiwei clenched her teeth and shook her head.

Mo light cold without saying a word, holding up the sofa Tong Weiwei stride out.

The rest of the people who are stunned in the original place, even if they are watching the play, this blank space is really enough for reverie.

"See clearly?"

Ye Junfei's lips are close to the people in his arms. His voice is low and lazy, with a hint of ridicule.

Qin Xiaolou has long been unable to distinguish between physical pain and heart pain.

She grabs ye Junfei's sleeve feebly, and his evil smile falls in her eyes.

This man gave her a huge nightmare when he met her for the first time. Who could have expected that the little warmth of this remnant came from him.

"Take me."

Her pale lips were wriggling and she could only say a broken word with all her strength.

Ye Junfei's eyes lifted and he went out with Qin Xiaolou in his arms.

"You play. Take my bill today."

After he left smartly, the people in the box looked at each other face to face, missing two main characters, which seemed to have no meaning to stay.

"Where are you taking me?"

Outside the night wind blowing, cold but free, seems to blow open the shadow of everyone's heart.

"Where else can you go like this?" Ye Junfei looked up and down at Qin Xiaolou and said with a smile.

"You Qin Xiaolou wanted to struggle, but his whole body seemed to be fished out from sweat, and he didn't have the slightest strength to move.

"Why, you want to hit me?" Ye Junfei ridicules:

"Are you still keeping the festival for your brother QingHan? Don't be in a hurry to deny that there are not a thousand women I've met, and there are also 800. You can hide those things from others, but you can't hide them from me. "

Qin Xiaolou's eyes darkened and he laughed bitterly at himself

"I'm afraid you misunderstood me. QingHan... How can Mo always take a fancy to me? If you want to say, it's just my ignorant entanglement, and I'm willing to seduce him."

"At this point, you have to protect Mo QingHan. It seems that you are terminally ill.

Qin Xiaolou, if he cares about you, he shouldn't ignore you completely just now. You should be sober. He doesn't have you at all. "

Ye Junfei uncovers the embarrassing facts mercilessly and pokes her scars every sentence.

The scar was uncovered, revealing the purulent wound and the blood of tears.

She had known for a long time. Even so, when he mentioned it again, she still felt so painful that she couldn't breathe.

She did not turn her head. Her eyes fell into the night without focus, ignoring the people in front of her.