The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

She held Qing's face in her hands and shook her head at him. He was joking about her again, but Qing just raised her eyebrows and took a bite on her extremely pink face, "I'm telling the truth, you don't have to believe it." , "He even threw it off.

But Xiang Qinglan could only nod her head helplessly. The facts proved that Qing's character was absolutely domineering.

Then Qing smiled in satisfaction, hugged Xiang Qinglan tightly and put his head on her neck, he liked the smell of her very much, fragrant and soft, he raised his head and stared at her The slightly flushed cheeks always felt like the apple he ate a few days ago. He couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to know the taste. Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit her face, and she A shallow and tooth mark was left on the face.

Xiang Qinglan felt a tingling pain on her face, and quickly pushed him away, knowing when did this guy turn into a puppy, and the bite really hurt her, she glared at him angrily, her eyes were obviously aimed at him accuse.

Qing grabbed her hair and smiled embarrassedly, but his hand didn't leave her waist, "Don't blame me, because your face is so red, like an apple, I just want to know if it's from an apple Smell." Looking at her with extremely clean eyes, it really seems to be the case, but it's just that his strength is too much.Look, half of her face is red, half of her face is white, and now she is completely red.To be precise, it turned red after being bitten.

Xiang Qinglan still looked at her complainingly, this was her face, how could it be an apple, but her whole face really looked like an apple at this time, red.

"Ah..." Looking at Xiang Qinglan's eyes, Qing finally knew that he was wrong, and he moved his face closer, "Come on, Lan, bite me too, I won't complain of pain, not a word ," he promised, but what he said made people laugh and cry.

I really don't know if he was too naive, or if he did it on purpose.

Xiang Qinglan stretched out her hand and squeezed Qing's extremely white and tender face, as avenging herself, let her bite him, forget it, she can't do such a thing, and he The face is not an apple either.

Holding the documents tightly in her arms, she dragged Qing into the house. Once she entered the house, the inside was very warm and well cleaned. It seemed that Qing had already learned how to do housework.

"Not bad, right?" Qing proudly pointed to the tip of his nose, "I did all of these, the floor was mopped, the table was wiped, and I even repaired the sofa," he said proudly. Secretly, I still feel a little guilty, because he broke the sofa in the first place.

"Am I very good?" He leaned closer to Xiang Qinglan, his eyes twinkled, like a child asking for candy, but at this time, what he wanted was not candy, but Xiang Qinglan's compliment.

Xiang Qinglan nodded, the smile on his lips was always faint, his Qing had grown up a lot.

She put the materials on the table and planned to sort them out after dinner. Now she can only do such things, because all her work has been taken away by Qing, so now she sometimes really They are very idle, but they live a fulfilling life. This small house is a very warm home for them.

There are family members, relatives, and...lover, Xiang Qinglan lowered his head and fingers unintentionally flipping through the documents in his hand, but his mind seems to be drifting far away.

love, love,

Clear?

"Lan, Lan..." Qing's loud call came from her ear, she looked up and saw Qing's dissatisfied expression, what's the matter, took his hand, and wrote in his palm, in fact, most of the time , They all communicate like this, although Qing can read her lips, but she still likes to communicate with him like this, in a silent world, she doesn't want to speak.

"What are you thinking, I called you several times," Qing held Xiang Qinglan's face in both hands, and looked at her left and right, Lan is very abnormal recently, always in a trance.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something," she continued to write in the palm of his hand, and she didn't intend to tell him what she was thinking. Perhaps, even if he knew it, he wouldn't be able to understand it, because, now He is just a big kid.He was too dependent on her, and she was too.

The mutual dependence of two people is no longer a simple world of two people.There are too many incomprehensible things.She could feel his dependence, but what about his feelings.

The simplicity made her heart move, but it also hurt her heart.

He is occupying her heart little by little, getting heavier every day, but does he really understand such feelings.She has a feeling, it seems that her feelings for Qing, from the initial distress, have begun to deteriorate, and have become the most honest feelings, which are also between men and women.

like, or love.

But, pure and clear, do you really know

Pursing her lips tightly, her hands held Qing's hand tightly. These hands were big, which could give her peace of mind, but they couldn't give her any guarantee. She never disliked him, but was just afraid.

In the past, she would think about whether he would leave after recovering his memory, but now, she can no longer think about this possibility. Whenever she thinks about it, her heart hurts like being pierced by countless needles. The pain of suffocation can be clearly felt even when breathing.

Qing puzzled blinked his eyes, put his hand on her forehead, didn't understand what the sudden dimness of her eyes meant, but he knew.He doesn't like her like this.

"Lan, are you sick?" Qing kept her hand on his forehead, it seemed that only by getting close to her could he feel her more.

Xiang Qinglan shook her head, smiled at him, and reassured him. In fact, she was really sick, but it was just a heart disease. Too many things happened recently, and she had already suffered too much.

And she seemed to be struggling a bit.However, as long as he saw him living so purely every day, it would be fine. She didn't ask too much. Their life was not very rich, but they lived happily.

Qing is not a normal person, so he can only stay at home.And having a him at home gave her real expectations in her life. She was really glad that she picked him up on that rainy day.

She pulled away Qing's hand on her forehead, patted the back of his hand lightly, put all the stack of documents in his hand, and wrote in his palm, "I'm going to cook .” After finishing writing, she turned around and walked towards the kitchen. The life of the two of them was really simple.

Holding the documents in his arms, Qing sat honestly in front of the computer. He flipped through the documents in his hand page by page. This was a necessary step before his work, and it seemed to be a habit he had developed a long time ago. After reading it, he already had a preliminary plan, and a series of sentences had already been formed in his mind, and he only needed to type them out.