Always Spoils His Multi-faced Wife

As soon as he arrived home, Losi collapsed in front of the sofa as if he was the host of the family. He stretched out his slender hand and spoke to Ji Xianyan in a low voice, "Bring me a cup of water. I'm thirsty at the end of the street."

Ji Xiayan looked at Ning Haotian and realized that he had long left the battlefield, leaving him alone. Ji Xiayan helplessly dragged his feet and walked into the kitchen, wondering if he should put some rice beans or arsenic in Losi's water. Let this nuisance run to the toilet. However, this thought quickly came to an end when Ji Xianyan was unable to find the beans at home.

"I'm going to sleep. Bye bye." Losi's eyes were filled with meaning as he glanced at Ji Xianyan and Ning Haotian's bedrooms. If he had a deeper meaning, he said, "I don't dare to let you stay outside for too long, otherwise I probably won't be able to see the sun in the morning. That guy, Ning Haotian, has a bad temper. " With that, Losi pinched his nose and left. He completely ignored the embarrassed Ji Xianyan behind him.

Ji Xiayan's eyes moistened slightly as he heard the faint sound of sobbing. Ning Haotian gently closed the book, calmly looking at her back to him.

Was this woman strong or weak? After returning from the hospital, she didn't even say a word to blame herself, nor did she mention that dead child. Her happy expression made Ning Haotian think that the child only existed in his dreams and never actually appeared. But at this time of night, Ji Xiayan was lying on the ground, her sobs like needles stabbing into her heart. She still couldn't forget it, but she could only hide it deep in her heart. Was it painful only when it was deep in the night? Ning Haotian frowned, motionless.

It was already late at night, and the wind blowing from the air-conditioner was slightly cold. Even though Ning Haotian had raised the temperature, Ji Xianyan, who was sleeping soundly on the floor, was still subconsciously curled up, continuously rolling around with an extremely uncomfortable appearance.

"Women are trouble." Ning Haotian finally stood up and walked over to Ji Xiayan's side. Lightly lifting her up, he walked over to the bedside. The sudden feeling of shaking caused Ji shallow Yan to wrap his arms around Ning Haotian's neck in his sleep and search for a safer place with his head. Ning Haotian's chest gently leaned over, rubbing against it in satisfaction as he smiled.

He looked down at the woman in his arms like a small dog that needed someone's care. She needed someone to accompany her, but he couldn't give her that much. He put her on the bed and carefully tucked her in. Ning Haotian would never sleep on the floor, but didn't Ji Xianyan sleep on the floor because she didn't want to sleep with him? After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and left the room, sitting on the sofa in the living room.

If this was in the past, he would have thought that this would have been the best. But since Ji Xianyan had left the hospital, he had hated more and more that Ji Xianyan looked at him with a strange gaze that he had never seen on her before. It could be said that he was a stranger.

Ji Xiayan, who was in a deep sleep, naturally wouldn't think of what Ning Haotian was thinking about at this moment, because she was rolling happily on the soft bed with the quilt tucked between her legs. There were even a few droplets of saliva left on the corner of her mouth as she mumbled in her sleep.

Ning Haotian had once thought that love and marriage were just tools to him, tools to keep him on the road to success. To him, Ji Xianyan was only a ten-year agreement. As long as time passed, he would be able to sign the divorce agreement without any regrets. From then on, the two of them had nothing to do with each other. He thought he could control his emotions, but when he looked back at the bedroom door, Ning Haotian felt a bit of relief. Things seemed to be out of his control.