Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 842 Like a soothing medicine, it can heal a man's heartache
Amy followed the direction Ji Liunian was looking at, and narrowed her eyes slightly through the car window.

That man is extremely handsome, the kind of handsome that exudes the iron blood of a soldier in his bones.

But when you only carefully look at his clear and elegant facial features, you feel that his handsomeness is too delicate and pure, like a fairy worshiped in a god's mansion, so noble and elegant that people cannot be violated.

His eyes are very beautiful, deep and charming, with sparkling light, like the morning sun shining on the lake, spotless.

When Amy rolled down the car window in Ji Liunian, her sweet and soft voice was filled with doubts and then affirmation.

She asked, "Is he Xia Shang?"

Ji Liunian narrowed his eyes, hummed softly, and then couldn't help holding her hand in his palm, tightly, as if he was afraid of losing it.

Through the man's warm palm, Amy seemed to feel an old wound in the man's heart, which was secretly aching.

She remembered that it was only half an hour before and after, and he had just confessed to her——

[July, you and Xia Shang did have some emotional entanglements.For me, whether it was or is now, it is like a thorn buried in my heart. I usually don’t feel anything when I can’t see it. When a sharp thorn emerges from it, it will hurt my heart. 】

Amy raised her delicate neck slightly, and looked at the man's cold and handsome face with clear and shallow eyes.

Most of her voice is relieved, like a soothing medicine that can heal a man's heartache.

"Brother Liunian, even though An Qiyue had something with Xia Shang, she still chose to be with you in the end. You have become a legal couple. Nothing is more convincing than this—she loves you." The heart is bigger than she let go of the entanglement with Xia Shang. Besides, now I can't remember who he is, even if I have your memory again, I think I am still willing to go from heart to ancient times with you, you Do you believe me?"

Ji Liunian turned his head, his eyes were deep and passionate.

There were ups and downs in his heart, like huge waves raised by the sea wind, and the viscera were trembling when they hit.

He was a little agitated, and there was scarlet heat in his eyes.

He raised his hand to hold the woman's small white face, and his lips pressed down without warning.

It seems that only a kiss can smooth the tumbling waves in my heart.

He kissed deeply for a long time, and even Xia Shang, who was standing outside the car window and knocking on the door, became a little irritable.

Ji Liunian let go of Amy, then rolled down the car window.

The eyes of the two men who haven't seen each other for a long time collided, and behind the calmness was an unspeakable emotion.

We can't talk about how good each other is, nor how familiar we are, let alone how much we hate each other.

However, the kind of silent look at each other makes outsiders mistakenly think that even if there is no deep hatred between them, it must be the hatred of taking their wives.

Xia Shang glanced directly at Ji Liunian, his warm and cool eyes slanted, and fell softly on Amy's face.

The girl's lips were cherry red, plump and bright.

Her cheeks were also crimson, but she could only look at his black eyes, which were clear and clean, mixed with a few strands of strangeness and alienation.

Xia Shang's gentle eyes dimmed slightly to gray, he bent his mouth, spread a gentle and elegant smile, and said to Ji Liunian: "Liu Nian, I'm sorry I haven't visited Uncle Ji for a long time, I went to the wrong door, and when I was backing up, blocking your way."

Ji Liunian sneered in his heart, a dignified chief would come to visit his old man in his spare time early in the morning, and Ji Liunian would not believe the letter he told ghosts.

(End of this chapter)