After waking up from the dream, the general's wife lost her love brain

Chapter 37
The first thing Qiao Yuan did was to wrap herself in a quilt, roll it up like a silkworm chrysalis, and roll it to the back of the bed.

This carriage is very big, but it is enough for her to roll around at will.

Qi Cun's eyes were deep, but he didn't provoke her any more.

There was silence in the car.

Qiao Yuan's brain was filled with blood just now, but now he could vaguely hear the sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the car.

It turned out that it was raining outside without knowing it.

The silk silk quilt is soft and comfortable, making you want to bury your whole body in it.

Biting her fingertips, Qiao Yuan felt a hot gaze on her, but couldn't help but said, "I didn't want to elope with Gu Zhong, he took me away."

After a moment of silence, a low sound sounded in the carriage.

"Ah."

Qi Cun believes her?
Qiao Yuan felt relieved and stuck her head out awkwardly. Her soft hair was spread on the quilt, making her little face look even more cute.

"Don't be angry."

Come and hug her, okay, she was also worried about him for a few days.

Qi Cun looked at her for a while, as if he heard her innermost thoughts, he leaned down and hugged his little wife in a good manner.

He caressed the soft body in his arms, and said in an inaudible tone: "I know."

He doesn't look like he believes Qiao Yuan's explanation at all.

Qiao Yuan's hand wrapped around his neck couldn't help but pinch him.

Qi Cun didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't know where his eyes fell.

The strength on her body was getting stronger and stronger, as if it wanted to melt her into her flesh and blood.

Qiao Yuan felt a little pain and couldn't help hissing.

Only then did Qi Cun wake up like a dream, and let go of his hand in a daze.Qiao Yuan lay back under the quilt depressed.

Judging by his current appearance, he can't listen to her words, so he can only hope that the results of his own investigation will come out soon.

Qiao Yuan lay on the warm couch, and his heartstrings, which had been tense before, relaxed.

Whether she admits it or not, she always feels safe when she is with Qi Cun.

It seemed that no matter what happened, he was there to support it.

After all, Qiao Yuan was still ill. Listening to the sound of rain outside, her eyelids drooped again unconsciously.

The carriage suddenly bumped.

Qi Cun reached out his hand in time to prevent Qiao Yuan, who was wrapped in a ball, from rolling off the bed.

Qiao Yuan woke up from the dream, and opened his eyelids with difficulty, his tone was vague and unbelievably soft.

"What's wrong?"

Qi Cun patted the quilt on her body lightly: "It's okay, go to sleep."

After calming down the frightened Qiao Yuan, he lowered his eyebrows and opened the curtain of the carriage.

The subordinate stepped forward anxiously and reported back: "Master Marquis, the rear wheel of the carriage is stuck in the mud."

On rainy days like this, water tends to accumulate in mud pits, forming quagmire with strong suction.

Even if a living creature falls into the mire, it will be difficult to escape.

The subordinates just tried to drive the carriage forward, but the horse could not move forward.

The subordinate asked tentatively: "Why don't the Marquis take his wife and ride back?"

Qiao Yuan's current physical condition is not suitable for riding a horse.

Qi Cun frowned and glanced at the sky.

It was already late at this time, if he asked his subordinates to go back and call for someone, it would be late at night when they returned to the mansion.

Qi Cun stepped down the rut with long legs.

Qiao Yuan slept very lightly, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, the surrounding was very quiet.

Qi Cun was not on the carriage.

The brocade blanket on his body was so tightly wrapped that Qiao Yuan felt like he was sweating from the heat.

She remembered that she didn't cover her up so tightly, so Qiao Yuan struggled to pull the quilt down.

There was a slight movement outside the carriage.

Qiao Yuan turned her head, slowly got up, held the curtains with her fingertips and looked out.

It was raining heavily at this time.

Big raindrops fall on the ground and splash small water stains.

It was getting late, and everything around seemed to be shrouded in fog.

The man took off his outer robe and was only wearing a single shirt. The rain fell from the top of his head, slid across his cheeks, shoulders and neck, and sank into his clothes.

I don't know if it's rain or sweat, but the dark clothes are wet and stuck to the body, outlining the strong muscle lines.

His big, strong hands reached under the car board, groped around, and found the point of contact. He exerted force on his arms, as if he could see the veins under the skin.

The heavy wheels came out of the quagmire little by little, and finally landed steadily on the flat ground aside.

The wheel that required the joint efforts of several grown men to lift was solved by him alone.

During this process, Qiao Yuan felt the carriage slightly tilted, but it seemed that he was worried about something, and the range was not large.

If she hadn't woken up, she wouldn't have noticed the movement.
Quiet.

As if he noticed a gaze, Qi Cun subconsciously followed the line of sight and looked over.

In the dark sky, the man's eyes are still sharp, or in other words, he is keen to the owner of the eyes.

It's like a magnet is installed on his body, every time Qiao Yuan looks at him, he can always catch it in time.

And the body is happy to receive such a gaze, and the blood flow is slightly accelerated.

Just lifting a heavy wheel, the body didn't respond, it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, now it's like stagnant water revived, rapidly heating up.

The man's eyes were blazing, astonishingly bright in the dark night.

That stubbornness made onlookers tremble with fear.

Qiao Yuan gripped the curtain tightly with his fingertips.

Qi Cun, who had just spread his hands and feet, hadn't had time to pretend to be a normal person, and the wildness on his face hadn't been restrained.

This was the first time Qiao Yuan had a slight touch of his true face while she was conscious.

It was like a ferocious beast had caught a prey, biting it tightly and not letting go.

Qiao Yuan opened his mouth and found that his throat was a little tight.

She lay on the window and looked at it for a while, and some cool rain fell on her hands.

Qiao Yuan covered his lips and coughed, noticed Qi Cun's nervous gaze and waved to him.

"Come up when you're done, I miss Brother Ting."

Qi Cun relaxed his stiff body little by little, walked over slowly, stepped on the soft ground, his footsteps were heavy, and his voice was barely audible.

"it is good."

Back at the mansion, Jin Shu rushed forward.

Apparently, during the two days when Qiao Yuan disappeared, she had been in fear.

Especially when she was wiping Qiao Yuan's body, seeing the marks on her body, her eyes turned red.

Qiao Yuan looked away guiltily.

How should I put it, Qiao Yuan was not tortured by the kidnappers as she imagined.These traces were actually created by Qi Cun later.

As she lay on the familiar Babu bed, Qiao Yuan suddenly felt a sense of security in her heart.

The government doctor just came and prescribed some medicine for Qiao Yuan, Hongyu took the prescription and went down to fry it.

While half asleep and half awake, someone pinched his fingers lightly.

Qiao Yuan opened her eyes and saw a tall man sitting beside her bed.

Qi Cun changed out of his mud-spattered clothes, and put on a black brocade robe. He was that majestic Marquis of Zhenbei again.

He played with the little boneless hand with great interest.

Qiao Yuan yawned and suddenly thought of something. "What's going on with my mother?"

(End of this chapter)