Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 725 Paranoid love!
Around four in the morning.

It has come to the time that Yan Si said.

The man in black was about to lead someone to rescue Qiao Anchu.

I saw that the reporter had gradually left the stage.

Nearly three hours later, those reporters had already prepared all the materials and videos.

There is no need to stay here until the early hours of the live broadcast.

The man in black led a few people to the top floor of the other garden of Baiyun Castle.

The wind on the top floor is very strong, and the wind is biting.

Qiao Anchu was unconscious, probably passed out.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Save people quickly."

The man in black ordered coldly.

When Qiao Anchu was brought down, her body was unbelievably stiff.

When the man in black probed her nose to breathe weakly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If it wasn't for her weak breathing, everyone thought she was dead.

"Take people back quickly."

According to President Yan Si's words, if Qiao Anchu died, they would not have to go back.

It can be seen that Qiao Anchu is very important to him.

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Inside the presidential suite of the Baiyun Castle Villa.

Qiao Yimo almost woke up from the heat.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and slowly opened her eyes.

The heat source is transmitted from the side.

Qiao Yimo turned her head and saw that the man sleeping beside him was frowning tightly and his lips were pale.

She reached out and touched the man's forehead.

"Cold tired!"

Almost instantly, she growled.

The man didn't respond.

Qiao Yimo's pupils dilated instantly, she got up quickly, and helped Leng Juan up.

The man snorted slightly.

Qiao Yimo touched his face, a little worried, "What's wrong with you?"

How could he have a fever for no reason.

And it looked like he was seriously injured.

Without even thinking about it, Qiao Yimo took off the man's clothes, trying to dissipate some of the heat.

The moment the shirt was just taken off, Qiao Yifan's lips parted slightly.

Shock!

Shocked!

I saw a tattoo on the back of the man.

All kinds of animals hover around the dragon in the center.

The dragon in the center is like an emperor, and the other animals are the foil.

Qiao Yimo didn't even think about it, and quickly called Bo Hua.

"Come here."

When the words fell, she quickly hung up.

in the room.

Qiao Yimo had already taken medicine for the cold tiredness.

He lay there quietly.

Even with a fever, that face is still so precious.

The courage on his body is also compelling.

Bo Hua stepped forward and said, "Miss Qiao, are you looking for me?"

Qiao Yimo frowned, and said coldly, "What's going on?"

Bo Hua looked at the man on the bed, pursed his lips, and said without changing his face: "Master Tired, who is this?"

"Let me ask you, what's the matter with the tattoo on his back?"

Hearing this, Bohua knew that he couldn't hide it, so he could only clear his throat, and said solemnly: "Miss Qiao, you have also seen that tattoo design, all the animals surround a dragon, and that dragon belongs to the Leng family." Man, it's the engagement day, so the hostess of the Leng family must get this kind of tattoo."

"This means that the hostess of the Leng family cannot betray the men of the Leng family at any time."

"And the men of the Leng family can only treat the mistress of the Leng family wholeheartedly."

One after the other, Qiao Yimo finally understood that this kind of tattoo was originally tattooed on her body.

But Leng Juan shouldn't be able to bear it, so he endured it by himself, and cooperated with Bohua to hide it from her.

No wonder he went out in the middle of the night yesterday, and his expressions were a little strange when he came back.

There was an unexplainable emotion in her heart, Qiao Yimo pursed her lips, and said, "What is the difference between this kind of tattoo paint and ordinary ones?"

She just noticed that the tattoo paint on Leng Juan's back was different from the normal tattoo paint.

Bo Hua was silent for a while.

With a heavy face, he said:

"This pigment is a hundred times more irritating than other ordinary pigments, so it's only natural that Master Lan would have a fever."

"The tattoo pigment used by Leng can't be washed clean."

"If you want to remove it, you can only peel it."

Qiao Yimo heard the words, and said two words coldly: "Crazy."

Such paranoid love!

Leng's paranoid love!

Once the hostess of Leng's family gets this kind of tattoo, it cannot be removed.

If the mistress of the Leng family reconciled with the men of the Leng family, when other men saw the tattoo on the back of the mistress of the Leng family, they would not dare to take her.

No wonder, Mrs. Leng only recognized her from the beginning.

Qiao Yimo couldn't laugh or cry, and didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

At this time, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, obviously they had heard the entire conversation just now.

"Momo."

The man whispered.

Qiao Yimo lowered her eyes, and held the man's hand tightly, a touch of excitement was hidden under that cold face, "Tired, how are you doing?"

Leng Juan's thin lips turned white, but he still hooked them lightly, shaking his head and said, "It's okay."

Turning his head, he looked at the man on the other side and asked, "Did you tell her everything?"

Hearing this, Bo Hua immediately lowered his head, and said with a heavy face, "Master Tired, I'm sorry."

Qiao Yimo glanced at Bohua and said, "Go out first."

"Yes."

After a while, there were only two people left in the house.

Qiao Yimo looked at the man on the bed, frowned, his brows were full of displeasure, "You men from the Leng family are all lunatics."

What age is it, and what kind of tattoos are they doing?

There is also a way to swear sovereignty, which is really naive!

"Momo, I."

The man couldn't answer for a moment, he held her hand, and said in a panic, "I didn't mean to tie you up with a tattoo, this tattoo was done willingly by me."

"Besides, I have this tattoo, which reminds me that I am a married woman all the time, who dares to be against me?"

He loves her, and he has the confidence to make her love her all the time.

This tattoo is not a way to bind her, but a sense of ritual.

Because only in this way can he be sure that she belongs to him completely from yesterday.

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips, but said nothing.

The man panicked for a moment and wanted to get up.

Qiao Yimo quickly pushed him back on the bed, and said calmly, "I understand your intention, but it looks like it hurts."

She didn't blame him, it was because when she saw him in such pain, her heart also ached.

If she had a choice, she would rather not let her bear these.

When Leng Juan heard the words, his eyes were filled with joy, he raised his eyes and asked softly: "Momo, you don't blame me, it's because you feel distressed, right?"

"Lie on the bed and rest for a while, you are not allowed to get up!" Qiao Yimo said displeased.

But the man insisted on asking again persistently, "Momo, do you feel distressed?"

"Why do you ask after you know?" Qiao Yimo glared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Regardless of the wound on his back, the man hugged her excitedly, and murmured in her ear: "Momo."

"I don't think I'm stupid or crazy, I'm worth it for you."

(End of this chapter)