long love becomes ill

Chapter 1054 The man's heart is not on you, it's useless to make trouble
Lan Xue followed Huo Li to Qingxi Bay for a lap, and the car went straight to the top of the mountain and stopped on the mountain where the two had been drinking before.

Huo Li kept a cold face all the way and didn't speak. Seeing that he seemed a little angry, Lan Xue said in distress, "Huo Si, why are you so angry? Shouldn't I be the one who should be angry?"

Huo Li glanced at her indifferently, seeing her beautiful little face was flushed red from the cold, and her peach eyes were full of flattering smiles, he took out the scarf from the car and wrapped it around her neck .

"Xie Jingzhe is a major general, and his every move is of great importance. You can't hide the fact that Uncle Hao investigates him. I'm afraid it will cause some trouble." Huo Li asked indifferently.

"Even if Xie Jingzhe knew about it, he wouldn't dare to make trouble with me." Lan Xue said, frowning.

If Xie Jingzhe dared to make trouble, he would not be able to hide from his grandma about going out on New Year's Eve, and he would not know how he would be beaten by grandma.

"Even if you find out, so what, if the man's heart is not on you, no matter how much trouble you make, it will be useless."

Lan Xue nodded, looking at the green hills shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance, a trace of loneliness flashed across her cold and beautiful face, and said lightly: "Please rest assured, I can't pretend that I don't know about this matter. , who can say what will happen in the future.”

Huo Li nodded, hesitated to speak, and said lightly for a long time: "If you can't make it through, you will get a divorce. I know that you have never been such a wronged person."

Lan Xue didn't speak.

It was already afternoon when I returned to Xie's house.The relatives who paid New Year's greetings have long since dispersed, and even Huo Qingqing went out to play with Xie Lan and Xie Zhao.

When Lan Xue entered Xie's house, she saw Shuangzi standing in the courtyard, looking around, her eyes lit up when she saw her, she stepped forward and said with a smile, "Hi Ma'am."

"How did you come?"

"I came here to explain to my wife what happened last night." Shuangzi felt that it was necessary to make this trip, scratched his head and smiled, "The major general was on a confidential mission last night, and I followed the whole process."

Lan Xue squinted her peach blossom eyes, and nodded lightly, expressing her understanding.

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Shuangzi immediately put on a bitter face. He had tried his best, but it seemed that his wife was not so easy to fool.

Lan Xue entered the living room, she was still awake with the mountain wind blowing outside, but when she returned to Xie's house, she felt light-headed and heavy-footed immediately after being smoked by the floor heating.

The old lady was not in the living room, and the man was talking with several colleagues in straight military uniforms in the tea room. Sitting together in various military uniforms, they were inexplicably majestic.

She curled her lips mockingly, went upstairs, changed into her pajamas, and fell asleep drowsily. She didn't know how long she slept. She felt that the man entered the bedroom, touched her forehead, went out again, and when she came back , took her out of the quilt, and gave her a sip of medicine.

Lan Xue slept cold all over, and the medicine in her mouth was bitter, so she pushed away the medicine immediately, buried her head in the quilt uncomfortablely, and turned her back to him.

"Drink the medicine before going to bed, huh?" The man's voice was low and deep, without the slightest hint of impatience.

She is still half awake, knowing that she was caught by the cold wind that blew most of the night last night. She has been in good health these years and rarely gets sick. This time, the illness seems to torture her to death. There was an annoying person beside her who forced her to drink medicine, and her mood became more and more depressed.

Xie Jingzhe saw that her forehead was burning hot, and she was curled up under the quilt, sickly, without the vitality of the past, so she could only sit on the head of the bed, continue to hug her together with the quilt, and continued to feed her medicine.

(End of this chapter)