hello cold husband

Chapter 227 Gorgeous Cold

When Yun Mo's blunt words fell into his ears, Qiao Xiaoan's heart throbbed with pain.

Facing his cold eyes, he saw Ling Han when we first met, as if he had never known him before, so strange.

And the him who once said in her ear that being his wife does not need other requirements, as long as she is not allowed to leave or mention divorce, seems to have never existed.

It seems that the warmth and doting in the past, as well as his hugging her body every night, his greedy demands, and all kinds of affection, are all just a dream, like looking at the moon in the water, illusory and unreal.

She clenched her lips and said nothing, and she was indeed at a loss and did not dare to contradict and defend.So he lowered his head slowly, biting his lower lip more and more tightly, and suddenly had a line of defense in his heart.

That line of defense is against Ah Mo.

From now on, she doesn't need any care and love from him.

She just wants to be a strong, unharmed, independent, herself.

So, I just held back my tears, not a single drop flowed out.

Instead, he suppressed all his emotions and slowly opened his mouth, "I'm sorry, I will definitely get the ring back."

Yun Mo looked at her wet body, which was still shivering under his windbreaker, and felt very uncomfortable, distressed and angry.

"Take off your clothes." He did it first, tore off the windbreaker wrapped around her body, and his fingers landed on her chest to undo the first button, "Change the clothes on her body."

"I'll do it myself." With an extra line of defense in her heart, Qiao Xiaoan didn't need him to care about her so much. She pushed him away with her elbows, took off her clothes twice, and changed into the autumn sweater he brought. .

I still remember that when he took her back to the old house, he bought this sweater at the shopping street in the luxurious community. He saw many international famous clothes at that time. set of clothes.

This kind of thing often happens, sometimes he takes her to buy, sometimes he buys it directly, so that in the wardrobe of the old house and the Oriental Pearl Tower, she has endless clothes and endless memorization. bags.

She remembered that she had never touched many of the clothes he bought in the summer, and this summer was completely over.

It's really autumn wind.

After changing clothes, it was still cold.

I really feel that the scene and mood at this moment have confirmed the words of Nalan Xingde - "What is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan?"

Although, she is not the Ban Jieyu of the Han Dynasty in the poem, and she was not thrown into the cold palace by Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty.

But the feeling now is colder than the limbo.

After getting dressed, she put the wet clothes she changed into a bag and sat quietly with him for a while.

No one said anything, silence, silence, a deadly atmosphere.

Qiao Xiaoan thought a lot in her heart, from the first acquaintance, to the quarrels, love and joy in the middle, she always felt that everything was too unreal.

She is not the so-called Cinderella, she has a perfect love.

On the contrary, there is a kind of humbleness, as if guarding this love and marriage carefully, for fear of losing it.

If you lose it completely, will you no longer be afraid and worried?
There was a terrible thought in my mind, which I had not even had in the first few quarrels.But this time, she was very rational, very rational, but such thoughts took root in her heart.

Of course, the word divorce would not be said so easily.

But after thinking about it, she said to him firmly and swearingly, "Yunmo, I will definitely get back the ring you gave me."

When she said this, she didn't even look at him, and her two cold hands tightly grabbed the corner of the clothes.

And in her heart, she also had a belief that she must get the ring back.

for sure.

must.

Without even thinking about it, Yun Mo replied, "No need."

Anyway, she didn't care about the ring.

If you care, it is impossible to lose it so easily.

It's only been nine days since he gave her this ring, nine days.

In just nine days, she lost it, and she really "cares a lot".

After tossing and tossing for so long, the two returned to the Oriental Pearl Tower, and it was already three or four o'clock in the middle of the night.

Knowing that she had been soaking in the stream for a long time, Yun Mo went upstairs and returned to the bedroom, and turned on the warm air.

He picked up another thick winter quilt from the closet and spread it on the bed.

Qiao Xiaoan stood behind him all the time, watching quietly, and when he straightened up from the bed, he glanced at her slightly from the side.

"You sleep first, I'll go to the study."

She bit her lip, "Oh."

Whether he is really going to the study or not, she will not ask again.

Anyway, she knew that he was deliberately avoiding her.

People don't want to pay attention to you, why do you rush to ask for forgiveness and warmth?

She is not cheap, she must leave a man.

As soon as Yun Mo walked out of the bedroom, Qiao Xiaoan received a call from Ye Jiajia.

However, the voice from over there belonged to Lu Yichen.

"An'an, are you home yet?"

"Well, just arrived for a while, how about you?"

"Jiajia and I just sent Vivi home, did he... make things difficult for you?"

"No, brother Yichen, you and Jiajia don't worry about me, I'm fine, you guys go to bed earlier."

"An An..."

"Brother Yichen, I'm tired, so I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xiaoan directly turned off the light in the bedroom, and then climbed into bed and got under the quilt.

Turning on the heating in autumn is indeed a bit hot.

But she held the quilt for a long time, but her body didn't return to temperature.

When I woke up the next day, I had a cold, dizziness, runny nose, stuffy nose, cough, and various symptoms came and went.

When she was going downstairs, she saw that the stairs were obviously shaking, she blinked and looked at it, and it was all right again.

I just felt like I was stepping on cotton under my feet, and my walking was ups and downs.

But I don't want to make myself too delicate, so I dare not cough out loud.

When she sat at the dining table, Yunmo had already finished her breakfast, the milk in the glass was empty, and there was half a piece of bread left on the plate, as if her appetite was not very good.

On weekdays, she would definitely ask—Ah Mo, why don't you eat more.Then, he would chatter non-stop, telling him about nutritional analysis, that a man should eat a lot, and would dislike him for being too gentlemanly.

But today, after sitting in the chair, she remained silent.

Mama Wu wanted to reheat the milk for her, but she just poured a bowl of porridge herself, and shook her head and said no.

"Young Mistress, why is your voice hoarse?"

"..."

"You have the flu?"

Just as she was about to say it was okay, her throat tickled and she couldn't help coughing several times.

Then, he took out a few napkins and wiped his nose.

Looking at Yun Mo in the morning newspaper, he glanced at her lightly, and continued to bury his head in the densely packed words and lines in the newspaper.

"Mother Wu, check if there is any cold medicine and bring her some." He ordered.

"Hey, I'll get it right away. Young Mistress, if you don't catch a cold, don't go to the company."

He didn't express his opinion, she just smiled, shook her head and said, "It's okay, I have a little cold."

If it was a normal day, let alone she had a cold, even if she felt a little uncomfortable, he would definitely be the one who worried the most. The pill would be placed in her hand, and the boiling water would cool down to a suitable temperature before handing it over to her. to her mouth.

It's just that such treatment must be when he is in a good mood.

(End of this chapter)