Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 747 Strange Dream!

"She's asleep." Afraid that Bai Shuang would keep knocking down and wake her up, Qiu Shuoyan immediately sent a sound transmission to Bai Shuang's spiritual power.

"Sister Baixi and the others are going back to Beizhen, and I'll see them off." There was a moment of silence outside the door, and soon Bai Shuang's spiritual power came back through sound transmission, "Since the girl is asleep, I'll tell Sister Baixi that they don't need to sleep." Farewell."

"En." Qiu Shuoyan replied briefly again with spiritual power.

However, half a day passed, and there was no sound of people leaving outside the door, and Qiu Shuoyan inside the room could clearly feel the breath of Baishuang outside the door.

He doesn't know why he hasn't left yet.

"Why don't you leave?" Qiu Shuoyan frowned impatiently.

The only thing in this world that he can treat patiently is the woman lying beside him and their child.

"In the past few decades when you were away, the girl's life has not been good at all. Sleepless nights are common." Bai Shuang did not use spiritual power to transmit sound, but spoke to Qiu Shuoyan inside the room through the door.

Qiu Shuoyan glanced at the person on the bed, and stepped out of the room. He suddenly wanted to know how she spent the decades when he was not around.

Bai Shuang didn't feel the slightest surprise at the person who suddenly appeared behind him. If he really cared about the girl, he would definitely want to know how the girl lived alone these past few decades.

Bai Shuang started from the time when Su Xiaoxiao got the news of Qiu Shuoyan's death. Although he was not with the girl for a while, it was not difficult to investigate with his ability. He told Qiu Shuoyan everything he knew. .

His idea is very simple, he thinks Qiu Shuoyan will love her even more after knowing what the girl has gone through, and he won't have the heart to leave her alone again.

He wants to let him know that in a person's heart, the position of some people can never be made up.

Qiu Shuoyan leaned against the wall and listened carefully, without interjecting a word from the beginning to the end.

"Treat the girl well, otherwise it's not just me, Leng Xianchen, Yu Xiao, they won't let you go. There are far more people who cherish girls in this world than you can imagine." Bai Shuang used these words as the premise of this conversation. At the end, without waiting for anyone to speak, he turned around and walked downstairs.

Qiu Shuoyan went back to the room through the wall, the person on the bed was still sleeping soundly, not even changing his posture.

He is not the only person who cherishes her in this world, but he is the only one she falls in love with. In order to be worthy of his love for her, he should cherish her more than others.

He approached the bed, and wanted to reach out to shake her hand, but she didn't expect her to grab his hand one step ahead of him.

"Xiaoxiao?" He thought she had woken up.

But look closely at her with her eyes closed, her breathing steady, and she shows no signs of waking up.

She held onto his hand tightly, fine beads of sweat began to ooze from her forehead, did Zeji's mark strike again?

Qiu Shuoyan was shocked, and hurriedly pulled her right wrist to check, but the purple-black mark on her wrist did not change.

The temperature on her cheeks was getting higher and higher, and the sweat beads on her forehead appeared soon after he finished wiping, and her steady breathing gradually became disordered.

"Xiaoxiao, wake up." He tried to wake her up, but the only response she gave was to hold his hand tighter.

"Don't touch her, she is dreaming." An ethereal female voice sounded out of nowhere in the room, "A very strange dream."

After the voice fell, a stylishly dressed woman stepped out of the air.

"I told you not to meddle in your own business." An extremely beautiful man followed immediately behind her, and regardless of the presence of other people, his slender arms wrapped around the woman's waist deftly. It's better to go back to the room and cultivate more feelings."

(End of this chapter)