Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1373 I tolerate your little naughty

"Why I cut your palm, you should know it in your heart."

The silver-white hair was pulled back, and when Qing Yaoji treated her palm wounds gently, a strand of silver strands fell down her forehead, three-dimensional and deep handsome facial features, mysterious, elegant, noble and unique, no coldness, no dullness, no rejection of others. Outside the momentum, very friendly, without any aggression.

"It's just weird, your wound... won't heal, I thought..." The man said slowly, and then he paused, staring at the silent Qing Yaoji meaningfully, "You will talk to that person called Ling Like a sly girl, you are her...mother?"

Qing Yaoji's expression was indifferent and calm, with water waves in her fascinating eyes, and the harmlessness of humans and animals revealed an impulse to let people hold her in her arms.

There was no panic, no confusion, just a small dissatisfaction, because she felt that the man who bandaged her wounds was clumsy and shouldn't serve people at all.

Moreover, she also realized that men seemed to have been paying attention to her for a long time, monitoring her closely, and then realizing that she was not easy. At this moment, she can stay in such a gorgeous and classically decorated room, and it must be a good rest. The man coveted her beauty.

Holding on to the golden principle of speaking less and listening more, silence is the golden principle. Saying more is wrong. Qing Yaoji did not conceal anything. She pulled her lips slightly, and spit out the words in a bewildering voice, "Stepmother." Qing Yaoji then did not blush. Don't jump, continue talking nonsense seriously.

Before the man was about to speak, Qing Yaoji "pop" backhanded and knocked off the man's hand that was helping her bandage the wound.

"It hurts, I'll do it myself."

Qing Yaoji said, looking down, she suddenly found that she was covered with a thin golden silk quilt, but her clothes, still the cheongsam, had not been changed.

This man is very gentleman, indeed, he will not do too much.

On the over-white and handsome facial features, those rare blue and green pupils with a pair of shining blue and green heterochromatic pupils were pursed with a faint and elegant smile. Their eyes were always fixed on Qing Yaoji's face from the beginning. He never looked away. He noticed the woman in front of him. , Even if you are bandaging your wounds, your hair is loose, and you are languid, they are all so beautiful.

Suddenly, he took the silver gem dagger again from the silver end plate, while saying: "I'm sorry, I hurt you, I apologize..." Pausing, holding the sharp dagger on his left wrist There, a deep blood mark was cut, "I'll make amends with this, okay? Don't be angry with me."

Qing Yaoji had just bandaged the wound on her palm and cursed that it was really troublesome that she could not heal herself without spiritual power. At the same time, she glanced at the edge of the expensive silk bed sheet, dripping a large amount of scarlet blood.

The man still had an elegant and noble smile, staring at Qing Yaoji obsessively, and indifferently pinched his **** horrible wound with his right hand.

"You really have a problem?" While exclaiming, Qing Yaoji Shi Shiran knelt and sat up, opened the silk sheet, wrapped the wound on his wrist, the slender and white catkins were slightly cool and exhaled like orchids. For a while, Xiangfeng, she lowered her head, seeming to be extremely nervous and the man was injured, but the depths of her eyes were cold and merciless.

"I said, to apologize, I will hurt you with you, don't be angry with me?"

"Thank you, let your people bring surgical scissors, disinfectant, tetanus injections, and needles for stitching up the wound. You cut your wrist. It's much more serious than me. I don't see anyone bleed the most. I panicked."

The air gradually filled with blood, Qing Yao Ji slapped the wind, raised her hands and feet, she was charming and scented, such as a stunning beauty, seemingly close, but in fact her eyes were cold, so that the man in front of her could not guess what she was thinking. , Or some character.

"You help me deal with it?"

The man was slightly startled. Because of the excessive bleeding, his lips began to turn pale and dizzy. He was thinking about finding a place to lean against, and he could feel the woman in front of him and let him lean on her shoulder.

Lifting his eyes, he met the woman's low and shallow, smirking eyes.

"I'm afraid you can be my son, so the wild mother takes care of you. Mom loves you, okay?"

When the words are over, Qing Yaoji's gaze is from top to bottom, vaguely revealing a frightening momentum that is holding the man's shoulders, her lips are hooked and the smile is stunned. Her recent mantra is: mother loves you.

And in terms of age, she always wanted to say that all my sons and daughters here, maybe they can still be ancestors!

The inner drama is very full, but Qing Yaoji still maintains a stunning and beautiful appearance on the surface.

The servant was ordered to fetch gauze medicine, but he has not returned yet.

Qing Yaoji hugged the man's shoulders, letting him lean on her fragrant shoulders, but within a minute...

Qing Yaoji felt that this man's hands were beginning to restless.

Play with her long hair like the best silk and satin, sniff gently and wrap your fingers.

The fingertips carefully stroked her swan neck, trying to stroke her cheek.

Qing Yaoji sighed sadly from the bottom of her heart: If Lingtian knew, she would not get out of bed!

Quickly squeezed the man's right wrist, Qing Yaoji lowered her eyes and smiled, "kind and friendly": "Mom tolerates your little naughty." After a pause, the smile in her eyes gradually lost and became cold, "Let go."

Said it was letting go, but the man relied on one hand to encircle her waist.

Western men never seem to be stingy to express their fascination with a person.

Before the servant came back, he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the unique fragrance in Qing Yaoji's arms.

"I like you..." thinking day and night, lingering, obsessed with it.

When Qing Yaoji heard the words, she fluttered her big long hair with a flamboyantly charming lips, smirked and charmed the king's heart. From being pitiful in front of Lingtian, she turned into a queen's aura that her mother loved her son. Love, said without shame: "Mom knows, because my mother is beautiful, my mother forgive you."

"...I didn't joking with you, ma'am."

As soon as Qing Yaoji was about to speak, the servants in the manor walked in with the silver plate.

A bundle of gauze, tetanus injection, sterile water, surgical scissors, wound suture packs, and anesthetics were placed on the silver plate.

Qing Yao Ji hummed a little song, seemingly not afraid that she would get into the mouth of a tiger. She was relaxed and defenseless. She forced the man to lean on the bedside. Qing Yao Ji smiled and pointed her orchid finger up. "Mom is going to do it," she looks like a beautiful woman with a black belly and harmless, which is simply irresistible.

"Mom gives you anesthesia..."

"..."

"Mom will check to see if there is any injury to the artery..."

"I brought you back, not for you to be my mother! I am my person!" The gentleness in the eyes of the man's heterochromatic pupils gradually faded, revealing apathy and anger.

Qing Yaoji threaded the needle and prepared for disinfection. Hearing this, she glanced at the man with her enchanting bones and squinted her lips and smiled.

"Wake up, I am married, I am a married woman."

If I don't know why, I love my mother very much. Mom is a treasure.

(End of this chapter)