The Queen of Gossip

"This is not a question of whether to touch or not, but a question of principle." Su Wanqing lowered her head, and the scene of Luo Mingxuan and her mother "fighting" on the sofa on the wedding night appeared again in her mind.

It is really hard for her to imagine that two people who are so passionate about sex will live in a sexless marriage.

"Qingqing, what qualifications do you have to discuss principles with me?"

Yes, she has no principles, she is not much better than him.Su Wanqing closed her eyes tiredly, leaned her head back, and sighed: "I'm sorry, I didn't say anything."

The air froze, and an awkward silence spread.

After arriving at Luo's villa, Su Wanqing's mental condition has eased a lot. Luo Mingxuan urged her to go back to the room to rest, but she insisted on taking the medicine box.

"Sit down and don't move, if you don't want your left ear to be ruined." Her tone was very stiff, but the action of disinfecting and applying medicine was very gentle.

A layer of joy floated on Luo Mingxuan's somewhat ashen face, his eyes were like the deep sea, a vast ocean, and said: "Qingqing, you still care about me."

Su Wanqing squeezed the pus and blood violently, and Luo Mingxuan grinned in pain.

"There's too much pus and blood and rotten flesh remaining, please bear with it." Her voice was dry, but her hands became more and more forceful.

Cold sweat broke out on Luo Mingxuan's forehead, but there was a gentle smile on his mouth: "I know, you just care about me."

There was an inaudible hum from the top of his head, pain and numbness in his ears, but his heart was extremely comfortable. This kind of comfort can only be felt when he is alone with her.

"Qingqing, leave Xichen, okay?" Once again, with a bit of hope, he made a request.

Su Wanqing threw away the last piece of alcohol cotton, applied erythromycin ointment on the side of the wound, and said, "It's done, remember not to tilt to the left when you sleep at night, so as not to press the wound."

"Qingqing, leave Xichen, okay?" He turned his head and grabbed her slender arm, with a hint of pleading in his deep sea-like eyes.

Su Wanqing had no expression on her face, she withdrew her arm calmly, and said in a calm tone, "Father, I'm not feeling well, I'm going upstairs to rest first."

Luo Mingxuan's palms were empty, seeing her dejected expression, he still didn't force her after all.

"Well, let's go."

After Su Wanqing returned to the bedroom, Luo Mingxuan lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa the whole time, seemingly thinking about something.

Time passed minute by minute, until Luo Xichen pushed the door open and entered.

"Father, where's Wanqing? Is she alright?" Luo Xichen's expression was a little anxious, and his hair was a little messy. It seemed that he should have rushed back early.

Luo Mingxuan raised his head, looked at him fixedly, his eyes were deep, and he said in a deep voice: "Where is Jiuge? Are you not together?"

"Oh, mom, she went shopping with Mechelle." Sitting opposite, Luo Xichen asked eagerly again, "Where is Wan Qing, Dad, haven't you told me how she is?"

Luo Mingxuan cut off the cigarette butt, didn't look at his son, but said slowly: "Why don't you go shopping with your mother and Mechelle, how rude you are."

"Why do I get involved with their women's shopping?" Luo Xichen frowned slightly, "How is Wan Qing?"

Luo Mingxuan turned his head, looked at his extremely anxious son with an extremely weird look, and asked, "What do you call her? Qingqing is your older sister, how can you call her by her name directly?"