The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

It turns out that being cared about is such a beautiful thing. She knew that he was angry and awkward, just because she bought too many things, and he was afraid that she would be tired, but her body was already in good shape.

And if she doesn't buy anything, they probably can only drink plain water.

She sat on the sofa, but Qing turned her face away, not wanting to look at her at all.

Xiang Qinggang took his hand, and although Qing didn't look back, he didn't make any struggle, "Are you angry?" She wrote in his palm, and she obviously felt his body struggling slightly.

Qing didn't speak, and still ignored her.

This time he was really angry, Xiang Qinglan stroked his forehead, he was very stubborn, maybe he really wouldn't say a word to her today.

"I'm going to cook," she continued to write in his palm, forget it, wait for him to calm down, by this time, he should be hungry too.

Looking at Qing Qing's side face, but with a bit of indifference, she stood up, but was pulled into a warm embrace in an instant, with such a tight force that it almost made her suffocate.

Qing, her lips moved slightly, she raised her head, and she looked at Qing's very close face.

"Lan, I'm afraid," Qing pressed her face tightly against her cheek, his voice was trembling rarely, he was never afraid of anything, even on that rainy day, when he was about to die, he would There is no such fear, no relatives, no memory, no past, and he is not afraid, but on the day she was injured, he was afraid, really afraid.

"Don't scare me anymore, Lan, I really don't want it anymore." He hugged her body tightly, as if as soon as he let go, she would disappear in front of him like this, never to be found again, did she know When she left just now, he had been standing at the door waiting for her, not even daring to blink his eyes. How uncomfortable it would be for him to see her carrying so many things by herself.

Xiang Qinglan bit her lip slightly, feeling a tingle in her eye sockets, she stretched out her hand, and hugged Qing's waist tightly, this man has a strong body, he can give people a sense of peace of mind However, she knew that he, without any memory, was actually so fragile and afraid.

She patted his back lightly, closed her eyes, and between the swaying eyelashes, there was a little bit of moisture, which wet everything about her.

I'm sorry, Qing, I'm really sorry for making you worry.In the future, no more, I will take good care of myself, and of course, you.

After eating, sure enough, Qing's temper really became less, and he was no longer so awkward. His anger came and went quickly, of course.

Qing sat by the bed and looked at Xiang Qinglan. She closed her eyes tightly and was already asleep. He pulled the quilt for her, then stood up carefully, and picked up a large stack of materials beside her. , She really thought he didn't know, she actually hid some secretly, and wanted to do it herself when he fell asleep.

Picking up the two documents, he sat in front of the computer, he was already familiar with turning on the computer, and typing on the computer quickly, while he was working, there was an inexplicable distance between him, serious, some An unapproachable indifference.

Xiang Qinglan turned around, and shrunk her body even more. The sound of the keyboard coming from the room was very regular, and she tightly grasped the quilt on her body, sleeping like a dream.

Turning off the computer, Qing stretched her waist, looked at her watch, three hours, no more, no less, much faster than expected.He rubbed his neck, stood up, and walked to the bed. The room was very quiet, as was the outside. It was already past 2 o'clock in the morning, and everything was already asleep.

He walked to the side of the bed, took off his shoes, and pulled the quilt off Xiang Qinglan's body. The other quilt next to him had already begun to become a decoration. He held her in his arms, as if he was afraid of her. As if disappearing again, he reached out and covered them both with a quilt.

There was her temperature in the quilt, and she slept very comfortably.

Good night, Lan, he said something sleepy, and then, resting his chin on the top of her head, he fell asleep very quickly.