Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 959 Between you and me, there is no more than one word of love

An Qiyue came back to her senses, picked up the cup and sniffed it at the tip of her nose. It was fragrant and fragrant, and she could even smell a hint of fresh sweetness.

She took a sip, and it was indeed a good tea.

She put down the cup, her gaze fell on Shura's face again, and she said, "I'm not here today to ask you for tea."

Shura was noncommittal, he poured himself a cup and drank it.

The new tea is not bad, and the taste is not bad, but when it enters the throat, it feels a little bitter, which may be related to his mood.

Shura didn't feel the taste he wanted, and he didn't even take a sip of the next tea.

He has always been sitting upright, and his gestures of investment are elegant.

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at the beautiful little face in front of him, and said, "Tell me, I'll listen. Let me see, what else can I do for you? Or in other words, for those sinful , what sins can I atone for.”

An Qiyue was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect Shura to be so frank.

She thought that at least he would act with her and put on a show.

In the end, he didn't.

Perhaps, as keen as Shura, he may have realized that she is no longer the Amy he managed and pampered by himself.

Instead, An Qiyue is back!
An Qiyue put the topic on the right track very simply, "I recovered most of the memories about An Qiyue, and I want to recover the rest of them. I know, you have a way. You talked to me before I won't believe those nonsense."

Shura frowned, and then smiled faintly, "I thought that the first thing you did when you regained your memory was to shoot me to death. It seems that you are more emotional than I thought."

An Qiyue corrected him with a smile, and said, "You're wrong. I haven't fully recovered my memory. Also, I do have the idea of ​​killing you, but I'm afraid that my hands will be dirty, and it will also be dirty when you raised me. Shura, after these two years, neither Mo Xiaoqi nor An Qiyue really owe you any more. Therefore, you should return to me what originally belonged to me, especially my memory. "

Shura tapped the neatly arranged agreement on the table, his eyes gradually dimmed and blurred.

He raised his eyes to Shang An Qiyue's orange eyes, and said, "You don't owe me anything, but what I owe you may not have a chance to pay back. You sign this, and I'll let Ricky get the medicine for you later Get a shot."

An Qiyue frowned, looked at him with a sneer, and said, "Why are you trying to fool me?"

Shura's heart shrank uncontrollably, like a scab-covered wound being torn open, it hurts.

During the two years that he cared for her carefully, after all, he failed to win the slightest bit of her trust.

In her heart, he is always the incarnation of the devil, and has nothing to do with angels.

Shura smiled bitterly in his heart, suppressed the pain in his heart, and said coldly: "There is nothing more than a word of love between you and me, and a word of evil. And these, I have spent two years and I still can't understand them." It can change the state between you and me. So, when I let you go back to the imperial capital, I had already given up on you. Xiaoqi, I just want to have a chance to make up for you, so that the relationship between us can be completely severed .” Only when he leaves can he feel at ease.

An Qiyue lowered her eyelashes. Her eyelashes were thick and lush. When they were slightly down, they reflected rows of silhouettes, which was so playful and exciting.

Shura tried hard to remember her appearance, as if he wanted to see the shadow of Mo Xiaoqi through her.

In fact, he has almost forgotten what kind of face his Xiao Qi has.

(End of this chapter)