Mrs. Di Shao is abusing the scum again

Chapter 702
There was a burst of warmth in the palm, Bai Qianchi raised his hand and slapped him, and directly called him on the mouth.

"Wife~" A certain man wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Be honest, or go to sleep on the floor."

A certain man started to kill himself within a few seconds after being honest:
"Honey, you don't seem to have said that you love me, let me hear what you say?"

"I haven't fired a gun at you yet, do you want to shoot you twice?" The knife couldn't be lifted, thinking she couldn't do it either?
"My wife, you are too flirtatious. Shouldn't you shyly say 'husband, I love you' in this situation?"

Of course, Young Master Di knew that this kind of situation couldn't happen to Bai Qianchi, he just liked to tease her.

"I'll pay you and let you go out and find those who are romantic."

"No, I want you." A certain man rubbed against Bai Qianchi's chest without fear of death.

"...Don't make trouble, I'm really sleepy."

"Then I'll stop arguing, you go to sleep." Di Shaojue obediently rubbed her waist.

After a while, Bai Qianchi's breathing became even and long.

Seeing that she was asleep, Emperor Shaojue slightly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Have someone come up and clear the dining car away.

I made a phone call and asked my subordinates to buy medicine to disperse the bruises.

After finishing the order, Young Master Di called Helian Chenwei.

I want to ask if there is any trace of Tang Qixie.

Helian Chenwei's answer was no, but it is certain that Tang Qixie did not return to the imperial capital.

Di Shaojue hung up the phone and fell into deep thought.

I remembered what Bai Qianchi said just now: Is Tang Qixie in danger?

Emperor Shaojue stood there for a full minute, and finally picked up his black coat and put on his pistol.

Came to the bed, leaned over and kissed Bai Qianchi's forehead, and then left the room.

After closing the door, he sent two subordinates to guard the door, then Di Shaojue went downstairs, left the hotel, picked up the car, and left...

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Tang Qixie sat on the beach with his legs bent, without any image, and the sound of waves crashing in his ears.

Beside him, there are dozens of empty wine bottles and a few unopened bottles.

He was still holding a half bottle of wine in his red hand that was red from the cold.

He stared blankly at the dark sea in front of him.

The smelly sea breeze messed with his short hair, diluting the smell of alcohol around him.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, but it wasn't from the alcohol.

In this near-zero winter, on this windy seaside, under his wet clothes, his body was almost frozen to death.

Tang Qixie's head was dizzy, and his eyelids were too heavy to lift.

With difficulty, he brought the mouth of the wine bottle to his lips, and tilted his head to drink the wine.

The seaside was empty, only his lonely figure remained.

The beautiful decorative lights by the sea reflected his shadow on the beach, and this shadow accompanying him made him look less lonely.

"...I didn't do it on purpose." His hoarse, painful and helpless voice sounded, but was quickly taken away by the sea breeze.

"I really didn't do it on purpose." Tang Qixie's eyes were flushed red because of the high fever, or because of the pain and self-blame in his heart.

The blood in his eyes was still red, making people feel distressed.

I really didn't mean it, I really couldn't control myself at the time, I really didn't mean it.

Tang Qixie's almost choking voice sounded: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The half bottle of wine in his hand fell silently on the beach, he hugged his head in pain, and apologies full of guilt and self-blame sounded.

Bai Qianchi's cries of despair and pain lingered in his ears at that time, and Tang Qixie's heart was like a knife.

(End of this chapter)