Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 179 My husband is sick (3)

Qiao Yimo didn't speak to her, nor did she look at her.

Feeling the tight distance between the woman and the shallow warmth coming from the arms they held.

His dark eyes were deep and deep.

She seems to be active today.

What is the reason for such uncharacteristic?
Thinking about the past six months, what this woman kept talking about every day was divorce.

Could it be that she was doing it to obey her, so as to dissuade her vigilance, and then escape from her side?

No, he doesn't allow it.

Qiao Yimo's face was gloomy, and he felt that a storm was about to come.

The lips were pursed even tighter, the cold color in the eyes was deeper, but he quickened his pace.

With long legs striding forward, Qiyue wears high heels. Although they are not very tall, it is always difficult to walk.

The man beside him was like a gust of wind, walking very fast, step by step as if he was about to cross the ocean.

She also felt the man's dull breath.

Qiyue was also a little bored, and the garbage system in his heart was cheating himself again.

She was distracted for a while, and she didn't pay much attention to a bumpy stone under her feet in the thick night.

Suddenly, he stepped on it.

As he tilted his body, the crisp sound of dislocation of bones resounded in the night, followed by the woman's incomprehensible cry of pain.

Although it was very soft, Qiao Yimo heard it.

Subconsciously stopped, when the woman beside her slowly slid down her body along her arm, clutching her sprained and dislocated ankle in pain.

Squat down halfway, hands crossed.

The woman frowned slightly, and before she recovered, he immediately hugged her by the waist.

Qiyue was startled for a moment by her body flying into the air, and quickly reached out to grab the front of the man in front of her.

After stabilizing her body, she felt the warm body temperature of the man under her hand, which made her drooping long eyelashes tremble unconsciously.

Men's clothes are all custom-made, and the fabrics they buy are as smooth as ice silk.

Inside the black suit is a white shirt.

The shirt was not fastened, and the two buttons were not buttoned. On the open chest, a large piece of skin like creamy jade was exposed.

The moonlight seemed to be a little more dazzling, and as the man moved slowly, the jade-like skin began to emit a silvery white soft light.

Slowly looking up along the man's neckline, the seductive Adam's apple moves up and down slightly, and then up is the man's clean and smooth chin.

Finally, it stopped on the man's tightly pursed thin lips, as if the nervousness and worry were naturally revealed.

Qi Yue was in a bad mood, but it got better.

Fortunately, he cared about her.

But the happiness was only for a moment, and the stinging pain in her ankle was like a knife prick. The pain made her subconsciously frowned a little bit.

The delicate face turned pale in an instant.

Qiao Yimo's eyes fell on the woman's pretty face.

From then on, Yue had already closed her gaze in pain, and her hand that was holding Qiao Yimo's skirt was tightly tightened.

Shrinking his body, enduring wave after wave of clearer pain, he only wanted to scold his mother in his heart.

How could this f*cking body be so afraid of pain, but she sprained her foot, and the tears almost burst out of her pain.

Is it just amplifying the pain perception of ordinary people dozens of times?

Qiyue was too painful to grit her teeth.

Qiao Yimo looked at the woman calmly, seeing her pale and blue face, his heart tightened.

Subconsciously, he quickened his pace, but he didn't dare to move too far for fear of bumping her because he was concerned about the little woman in his arms.

Under the dark night, a small one nestled in the man's tall stature.

The gentle but cold night stretched their overlapping figures very long.

Qiyue closed her eyes, a hot tear slipped out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, the temperature gradually cooled.

Without hesitation, it landed on her chest with a slap.

Ben's coat was half opened, exposing her barely-dressed body.

The night wind blew past, and the place where the tears fell just now made her shiver.

When one tear falls, there will be a second and a third.

Qiyue only felt the tears in her eyes rolling down as if she didn't want money.

Soon, her little face was covered with tears, and the leopard print skirt in front of her was also wet a lot.

mmp, I finally understand why when a man gets angry, he cries so hard.

This is a subconscious physiological reaction of the body, which cannot be controlled by individuals.

Starting month: "."

There is some obsession in my heart.

Qiao Yimo has been paying attention to the woman in his arms.

The woman in his arms is like a ball of cotton, with no weight.

Seeing her pouring tears, my heart subconsciously picked up.

He raised his eyes and looked at the car parked twenty meters away in front of him. For the first time, he felt that such a small distance was so far away.

Finally, got into the car.

Put Qiyue in the passenger seat and fasten her seat belt before taking her to the hospital.

Qiao Yimo drove the car seriously, but his eyes glanced at Qiyue from time to time.

As the only princess of the Luo family, she not only has the best background, but also her appearance is extremely perfect.

A small face is no larger than a palm, and the eyebrows and eyes are as if God meticulously traced out stroke by stroke with a paintbrush.

Every single cent is perfect to the extreme, and there is nothing wrong with it.

At this moment, the beautiful woman frowned tightly.

Normally, a pair of crystal clear eyes, like fine diamonds, are now vacantly closed.

The long and thick eyelashes, with distinct roots, tremble slightly with the passage of time, like a butterfly resting on the most beautiful petals, about to fly away.

The small bridge of the nose is high but not sharp, casting a faint shadow on the side of the face.

Such as a touch of cold white arc gracefully outlined upwards.

Between the Qiong nose and the curvature, a shallow but well-shaped lip was tightly pressed.

The originally healthy pink color was now showing a light white color, which made Qiao Yimo's heart tremble again.

Quietly withdrawing his gaze, Qiao Yimo subconsciously accelerated the driving speed.

Looking at the street lights on the roof of the car, flickering past his eyes, the expression in his eyes was not very real.

On the contrary, it was a little hideous.

She cried again.

This is always the case.

She will cry when I touch her by myself, and she will also cry when she is intimate.

As long as it is related to herself, she will cry.

Why, she hates herself so much, doesn't she like herself?
What is wrong with him, that she is willing to kiss me with a girl, and she is unwilling to show him a gentle smile?

why?
what is this?
The dark emotions in his eyes were like a whirlpool, crazily sweeping his reason.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and the scenery on the roadside is like a gust of wind, blowing through the window.

Feeling something was wrong, Qi Yue struggled to prop up his eyelids, only to find that the value on the dial had soared to a terrifying number.

"Joe" she hurriedly called out to the man who was driving beside her.

Turning her eyes slightly, the man's ruthless face broke into her sight in the eyes blurred by tears.

For no reason, Qiyue's heart sank to the bottom.

A bad feeling followed.

What the hell!

My man won't be sick, right?

(End of this chapter)