The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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Of course, he also knew in his heart that even if Qiu Yixian couldn't recognize him, with her terrifying appearance now, he might still act as her antidote.However, he still wanted to hear, to hear her calling out his name from her extremely charming little mouth!

In this way, he will feel that he is not marrying a woman who has no love!

Qin Yishu's strength made her tender face sore.Qiu Yixian couldn't help but frowned cutely, curling the corners of her mouth.

It's hot, it's hot, it's like being thrown into a crater!The whole body is full of hot magma!Her reason had already melted, and she couldn't distinguish what was in front of her. [

However, a voice came out arrogantly——

"Tell me, who am I?"

There was finally a little brilliance in her eyes.The extremely burning mind was barely fixed in one place.The shaking eyes also fell on the man in front of him.

This man is very familiar. . . . . . . . . .But just looking at it makes my heart hurt!It seems that someone is forcing her to face up to her heart, forcing her, driving her away, and telling her not to escape.

But it really hurts.That kind of pain that had been covered in dust for a long time, the surface of the wound was obviously healed, but someone cut open the skin abruptly, pointing directly at the festering wound in her heart!It hurts, like being stabbed in the heart by a sharp knife.She subconsciously wanted to hide.No matter how comfortable the person in front of her is, she doesn't want it anymore!

"No, I want water..." She murmured in confusion, but her expression was a little painful.

Qin Yishu's body was so arrogant that it was about to explode, but his heart was extremely miserable!At this moment, don't you even want to call me by my name?

"Yixian, tell me, who am I?"

"I..." With his head fixed again, she could only look at the man in front of her.His expression was so serious, his face, like hers, seemed to have been scorched by fire, it was hot, but the light reflected in his eyes made her afraid. . . . . . . . . . . . .It was a purely masculine light, but with the pain of injury, it made her a little sad to see it.

Watching him keep calling her, he also asked her to call his name.But who is he?

By the way, in her rotting wound, it seems that someone has been holding a knife for so many years.