hello cold husband

Chapter 24
after an hour.

Yun Mo stood at the door of the bedroom and looked in.

Under the crystal lamp, Qiao Xiaoan curled up sideways.There was a rustling sound on the quilt, probably because she was not asleep yet.There was a gust of night wind outside the quiet window, and the curtains like cloud veils were gently lifted by the wind.

In the end of winter and early spring, the night was a bit chilly after all.

He walked over and closed the French windows tightly, and the curtains that were thrown up high were gently hanging down.After turning on the air conditioner, I looked back at Qiao Xiaoan, and found that her burned right leg and right hand were exposed, and the wound was not so red and swollen, but it hurt just looking at it.If it burns on my body, I don't know how hot it will be!
So, when Qiao Xiaoan wanted to take a bath tonight, he insisted not to let her wash by herself.

If the wound touches water, how long will it take to heal?

It's just that Qiao Xiaoan seemed a little afraid of him in this way.

I always dare not look into his eyes again. When we first met, she was obviously a carefree woman, but now I feel shy.

When Yun Mo walked to the door of the bedroom again, seeing that she was still in the sleeping position just now, "Are you asleep?"

Qiao Xiaoan hid her little head in the quilt and hummed.

Just listening to his cold voice, I felt like I was about to suffocate.

Think about the episode where he bathed her just now, not to mention how embarrassing it was.

His domineering tone simply did not allow her to resist, and the two to ten minutes of bathing time slowed down like an entire century.

Especially remember his words - "You have to get used to getting along like this."

It's not that she doesn't like this way of getting along, it's just that there are always many firsts in life.Every time, it is not inherently able to adapt, it must have a process of getting used to it slowly.

Knowing that he was still standing at the door, Qiao Xiaoan grasped the corner of the quilt tightly with both hands, not daring to make a sound.

Yun Mo said again, "Today I will sleep in the living room opposite, good night."

As soon as the words fell, his slender fingers landed on the wall lamp knob on the wall, and pressed it lightly.

The crystal lamp suddenly went out, and Qiao Xiaoan poked his head out to look at him, and saw him turn around, "Yun Mutou!"

"En!" Yun Mo stood quietly at the door of the bedroom with his back to her, wanting to hear what she was going to say to him next.

"Well, aren't you going to sleep in the bedroom tonight?"

"Ah."

"Oh!" The voice sounded a little lost.

Yun Mo still turned his back to her, and replied, "Go to bed early, good night."

After Qiao Xiaoan took a deep breath, his eyes with a little expectation fell on his handsome back, and finally he mustered up the courage to ask, "Why do you want to sleep in the guest room?"

Yun Mo at the door paused, turned his head slightly, and squinted at her, "The Yun family is going to invest in real estate recently, and there are still some plans to look at tonight."

"Oh!"

Yun Mo stepped forward.

Qiao Xiaoan hurriedly said again, "Yun Mutou, don't stay up too long at night."

He didn't answer, but closed the door for her, and after a few rustling footsteps, his voice was no longer heard.Knowing that he could not be seen, Qiao Xiaoan still raised his head and looked out even harder, but only saw a tightly closed door.

For some reason, there was clearly a quiet moonlight coming in from outside the window, and when Yun Mo left, Qiao Xiaoan felt that the night was so dark.

A sense of loss crawled into my heart unknowingly, lingering for a long time, unwilling to leave.

Could it be that after he saw her body, she began to rely on him so quickly, expecting him to be by her side?
Thinking of all the embarrassments in the bathroom just now, Qiao Xiaoan couldn't help blushing, feeling ashamed to death.

It seems that what the empress mother said is right, she is simply too worthless, it's fine if she hasn't eaten pork at the age of 24, but she hasn't seen a pig run yet.

Is this going back to the rhythm of feudal society?
Qiao Xiaoan, you are so worthless.

……

That night, Yun Mo slept in the opposite bedroom. He was supposed to watch some plans, but he was extremely irritable.

He has not smoked for a long time, with a Cuban Cohiba cigar between his thumb and middle finger, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking one mouthful after another.In the misty night, the cigar was flickering in his hand, and the smoke ring in front of his handsome face circled and scattered, and then circled again.

He didn't know how many smoke rings he exhaled, he let out a long sigh.

How did that woman named Qiao Xiaoan live in his heart so quickly?
He didn't even dare to step into the master bedroom for half a step, for fear that he wouldn't be able to hold it back.

Xu hadn't smoked so hard for a long time that he choked and coughed a few times.Then he stubbed out the cigarette butt, and went to the opposite master bedroom. When he gently pushed the door, the slender fingers that landed on the door couldn't help trembling slightly.

In the end, he pushed the door open and looked in through the crack of the door.

Qiao Xiaoan slept soundly, quietly, the burns were still exposed.

Yun Mo was suffocating for breath, obviously he didn't dare to look at her more, but he couldn't take a step, just holding on to the handle of the door, looking at her sleeping posture with deep eyes.

……

This night, for Yun Mo, will be another sleepless night.

The next morning, Qiao Xiaoan slept like a dream.

I dreamed that the morning light in the morning was very gentle, and the bedroom seemed to be glowing everywhere, and even the morning breeze seemed to have crossed the sea level, and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, blowing into the room so gently.There is also the cloud gauze and cloud curtain in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, which is particularly comfortable when blown by the wind.

She dreamed that on such a beautiful morning, Yun Mo bent down and kissed her face.

It was in a dream, that kiss was as soft as a feather, just brushing across the cheek like a dragonfly.

It's just this moment, but it seems to stop time.

In the dream, the corner of her mouth could not help but be filled with a happy and shy smile.

In the dream, she saw the deep dimples on her cheeks, and also saw Yun Mo's originally cold face suddenly become so gentle, so gentle, her smile was blowing into her heart like an April spring breeze.

She greeted his smile, just about to reach out and hook his neck...

Suddenly, woke up.

I just think that dream is so real.

Open your eyes and look at the panorama of the bedroom that you are gradually familiar with. There are bright green and fresh potted plants on both sides of the bed, and the room is clear and bright, but you feel lost.

So, talking to himself, whispering:

"Oh, why don't you continue to dream?"

"Continue to dream... what will happen?"

and many more……

Why are the French windows open?

There is also a breeze coming in, lifting the cloud gauze and curtain.

Last night, before Yun Mo went to sleep in the guest room, he obviously helped her turn off the light, and obviously helped her close the window, why is it turned on now?

Could it be that Yun Mo came here in the morning?

Qiao Xiaoan lifted the quilt and sat up. When she leaned against the head of the bed, she suddenly felt that the burn was cool, as if she had applied ointment.Looking at it, the clear and bright ointment really floated on the burn.

Could it be that Yun Mo really came?
So was the kiss in the dream just now real?
Otherwise, why does it feel so real?

When she was sleeping, Yun Mo kissed her?
(End of this chapter)