Grab the C position in the heart of Ao Jiao Di Shao

Chapter 192 It's My Fault, I Won't Touch You This Month

Under Qiao Yanwang's silver prestige, Wen Ti'er pinched her nose and drank the ginger syrup in one gulp, then put down the bowl heavily and made a loud noise as a protest.

Qiao Chengxun sat with his legs crossed naturally, holding a tablet in his hand, and leisurely watched the morning news.

Wen Ti'er secretly glanced at the content on the tablet, she was so bored...

"Why don't you go to work?"

"How long will dysmenorrhea last?"

Wen Ti'er raised her eyebrows, and every time she heard Qiao Yanwang's nonsensical answers, she always made people angry, "If there are no accidents, the pain should not be so painful tomorrow."

"It still hurts?"

"Maybe there should be a small probability that it won't hurt."

Qiao Chengxun frowned, what kind of answer is this, "Since it will hurt, I'll go to the auction tomorrow."

"Then how can it be!" Wen Ti'er raised her gauze-wrapped hand in desperation, and hugged the man's firm arm, "I promise I won't hurt tomorrow, you must take me there, or I'll be called stinky candy take me in,"

"Tired of work?" Qiao Chengxun interrupted the girl's audacity.

Wen Ti'er stuck out her tongue, wanting to be playful but couldn't, and felt a new sharp pain in her stomach.

In an instant, the girl bent over in pain, and her face became even paler.

Qiao Chengxun's heart still seemed to be hacked into pieces, as if her pain had spread to his body.

Damn it, is dysmenorrhea so painful?
Cruelly looking away, he said in a deep voice: "After breakfast, go up and have a good rest, don't let Qingqing go to grandpa to complain again, and say that I treat you badly."

"Cut... If you hadn't been violent to me in the swimming pool for two hours last night, I wouldn't be in such pain today. I will gently go to grandpa to complain. If she doesn't go, I will go by myself!"

Wen Ti'er said angrily, three points is a warning, seven points is a complaint.

In fact, she didn't know the cause of her dysmenorrhea at all, but when she blamed him, she unexpectedly found that this feeling was very pleasant.

Qiao Chengxun frowned, and was speechless for a while.

The water in the swimming pool is very cool in summer, but for delicate girls, soaking for two hours will indeed affect the body.

Therefore, the reason for her dysmenorrhea is because of him.

"It's my fault, I won't touch you this month."

"..."

Wen Ti'er looked up at the man's serious and handsome face, damn it, he really knows how to calculate.

Qiao Chengxun said no more, took his arm out of her hand, picked up the tablet and went to work.

Wen Ti'er hugged her stomach, turned her head to look at the tall back of the man leaving, her heart suddenly fell into a loss, and she couldn't extricate herself.

Qiao Yanwang just disappeared from her sight.

Wen Ti'er was lying on the table limply, her chin resting on her arm, and a layer of melancholy gradually appeared in her black eyes.

Is she the kind of woman who sells her body for a painting?
The answer is naturally no.

Everyone has a thought in their hearts that is persistent until death. Luo Li is her thought, but it is not her destination.

Her destination...is here, Qiao Haoyuan.

In the whole world, except for this place, there is no corner where she can stay.

She was his wife, even if he just picked her up casually, she was still his wife.

Giving birth to him, warming his bed... This is the duty of a wife, and in turn, he is also obliged to nourish his wife's life.

There is a two-way relationship between husband and wife, no one can take advantage of the other, and no one will lose much.

Besides, in some respects, he was not bad to her, was he?

At least gave her a home.

(End of this chapter)