cold wife

Chapter 212 The Walking Dead (3)
Gong Tianao looked at his grandson in the intensive care unit, his throat couldn't help feeling a little sore, he waved his hand and didn't leave.

The two stood outside for a while, until the night became darker, and they left one after another.

But what they didn't know was that as soon as their front feet left, Leng Tianyu immediately called out to the baby to open his eyes suddenly. He stared at the pale ceiling with his eyes fixed, even if tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, he Didn't even blink.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with shocking hatred and viciousness.

Leng Qing, Leng Qing, Leng Qing, every time this name is chewed in his mouth, he can't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood...

In the morning, when the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds, Ai Baoer woke up.

Getting up from the bed, she put on a coat and walked to the balcony, sitting in the chilly chaise longue in a daze.

Leng Qing woke up when she got up, watched her go outside, then sat down, curled up in a daze, looking lonely as if she was the only one left in this world.

Leng frowned slightly, and got out of bed, Leng Qing walked to her with a coat, put it on her body, sat beside her, and said distressedly: "Why don't you sleep more, it's cold in the morning, sit like this Is it cold?"

Ai Baoer blinked, her lips moved, but she didn't speak.

Leng Qing took her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Is baby planning to fight me coldly?"

What answered him was silence, only the occasional sound of raindrops falling on the leaves.

Leng Qing hugged her, resting his chin on top of her head, no one spoke, the atmosphere was not so much quiet as dead.

In the following time, Leng Qing fully felt Ai Baoer's silence, she looked like a lifeless puppet, eating three meals a day, sleeping on time, not talking or laughing.

But Leng Qing was not in a hurry at all. He had anticipated such consequences early on when he did that.

He has a lifetime to wait, so there is nothing to worry about.

At noon, Mike came, and as soon as he came in, he saw a scene like this: Ai Baoer had finished eating, was sitting on the sofa watching TV, put her legs in front of her, hugged her with both hands, and knocked her chin on her knees Above, watching blankly.

Leng Qing sat beside her, running his hands along her hair, with an expression of enjoyment.

Mike walked in, neither of them gave a look, and walked to Leng Qing, Mike was going to change his dressing.

Ai Bao'er frowned and murmured: "It smells so bad." After finishing speaking, she watched TV again, as if the words just now were someone else's illusion.

The expression on Leng Qing's face immediately changed, he retracted the hand that was touching her head, leaned forward to kiss the corner of her lips, and coaxed: "Then I'll go in and change."

After saying this, Leng Qing looked at Mike and motioned him to follow him.

When we got to the room, Mike said while changing the dressing, "Leng Qing, is it interesting that Ai Baoer is so lifeless, like a walking dead?"

Leng Qing smiled, with a touch of pampering: "She will change."

Mike glanced at him speechlessly, thought of something and said, "He's not dead."

"I know."

Mike looked at him in surprise.

Leng Qing looked outside through the door, as if he could see Ai Baoer, although his expression didn't change, but his eyes became cold: "Don't tell her, let her think he is dead!"

(End of this chapter)