Dear Husband, Come to Me

After the voice dropped, Bai xian'er moved and left.

In the room, Jiang Zixin patiently cleans the wound for Xi Chujie, and slowly takes off his clothes.

In his coma, lying in his arms, words filled with tenderness: "Mengjie, I love you."

Qin Zixia stood at the door of the house, staring at the direction of the gate, looking forward to the door opening.

But the gate was closed, and there was no sign of being opened.

There is no sign that Xi Chujie will come back. Staring at all this in front of her, Qin Zixia frowns.

Mou son inside is full of uneasiness, clearly said will come back, but went so long.

This makes Qin Zixia panic, wide eyes, looking forward to.

"Come in and have a rest. You've been standing for hours. You must be tired."

An Wuzhong's words filled with gentle smashing into Qin Zixia's ears, for such concern, Qin Zixia just gently withdrew a smile.

She wanted to miss Xi Chujie very much, but he didn't show up. How could Qin Zixia sit down at ease?

"No, if you have nothing to do, go and have a rest." Qin Zixia quickly adapted to the identity of an Wuzhong as a servant.

On the contrary, when hearing Qin Zixia's words like this, an Wuzhong shows a deep maladjustment.

He frowned, then remembered that he was really a servant, and the corners of his mouth soon raised a smile.

"I haven't finished my work yet. I have a lot of work to do, so I don't have to rest." Xi Chujie's voice, silly.

In his words, Qin Zixia can only smile gently, and then her eyes soon fall to the door.

Her whole heart is worried about Xi Chujie. If he doesn't come back, she will not be in the mood to do anything.

It seems that only by staring at the door can she feel at ease. Only by staring at the gate of the courtyard can she feel that Xi Chujie will come back soon.

See Qin Zixia such a state, an Wuzhong is very distressed, but he can not tell such heartache to Qin Zixia.

An Wuzhong moved the chair and put it at the door of the room. Qin Zixia, who had been standing and looking forward to it, said, "sit for a while. It will be better than standing."

Qin Zhongxia's eyes did not stop on her.

Zixia a smile, light way: "thank you."

Then Qin Zixia sat down, her eyes still staring at the direction of the gate.

However, there was no Xi Chujie's figure. The sky was getting dark and the lights in the yard were on.

Dimly shining on the quiet of the yard, but how she hoped that the noise of the opening of the gate could break the silence.

"Dinner."

An Wuzhong, who has been busy in the kitchen for half a day, has a sense of accomplishment when looking at a table full of rich meals.

But Qin Zixia seems to have not heard his words in general, his joy soon drowned in Qin Zixia's indifference.

With an apron, an Wuzhong moved his feet and slowly walked to Qin Zixia's side, and his fingers skillfully unloaded the apron from his body.

"Come and have a taste of my craft."

An Wuzhong has been smiling, this time, his hand caught Qin Zixia's arm, trying to let Qin Zixia sit down on the table.

However, she was mercilessly thrown away her hand. Qin Zixia's eyes have been staring at the gate of the hospital, looking forward to wearing out, which makes people feel heartache.

"Try my craft." An Wuzhong was a little anxious, and his voice was also raised.

But in his anxiety, Qin Zixia seemed to have heard nothing.

She was half a woodcarving, her eyes fixed on the door as if she would never move.

But it was as if no one would ever come in, and let her wait for her eyes to bloom.

"Please, please, try my craft. Today is my first day at work. You can't beat my self-confidence like this."

An Wuzhong was helpless, and his words were filled with crying. With such a pathetic look, she finally moved the wood like Qin Zixia.

"Well, I'll try it."

Qin Zixia agreed, but her words were very stiff. Her whole cheek seemed to be trapped in an ice cellar.

On the dining table, an Wuzhong is very attentive with Qin Zixia, soon, her bowl is full of vegetables.

But she didn't even look at the dish. She kept looking at the door.

Looking forward to a moment, Xi Chujie can walk in from the door.

But such expectations, to the delay did not become reality, let Qin Zixia's hope, in more and more dim.

"Try it." An Wuzhong's expectation is also dying.Listen to his words, Qin Zixia seems to ease some, gently nodded, carrying vegetables to the mouth.

After chewing for half a sound, a faint smile fell on the cheek and promised: "delicious, delicious."

"And what are you eating?" An Wuzhong looks serious.

"What is the food?" After repeating the question, she didn't know what she was eating.

"Well, Congcheng, eat slowly. I'm full."

She was not in the mood to eat. Naturally, she did not know how to eat. But even if she wanted to do so, she would like to praise and say that it was delicious. She did not pretend to be decent.

So simply choose to escape, escape is the best way.

An Wuzhong opened his mouth and wanted to stay, but looking at Qin Zixia's resolute back, his words could not be said.

His eyes fell on the table full of rich dishes, even when he was cooking, his heart was full of expectations.

Looking forward to Qin Zixia eating happily, expecting her to constantly appreciate herself, looking forward to

But he didn't see any scene he expected, which doomed him to be full of disappointment.

Even if you cook your own food, even if you know it's delicious, but you don't have the mood to eat.

He sighed heavily and sighed: "the saddest thing in life is to work hard to make a dish. Even if you don't have an appetite, you have to throw it away."

Since you don't eat it, it's poured out. Even if you don't give up, an Wuzhong still empties it.

After entering the house, Qin Zixia, like a sculpture version, soon clubbed by the window. Through the dim light in the courtyard, her eyes were always staring at the gate of the courtyard.

But there was no Xi Chujie's figure for a long time. His fingers caressed his stomach gently.

She couldn't imagine what kind of scene Xi Chujie and Jiang Zixin would be like at this moment.

Why does Jiang Zixin answer the phone, why does Xi Chujie call Jiang Zixin? Why can she talk to herself with such arrogance, but Xi Chujie doesn't stop her.

There are too many why, keep beating Qin Zixia's heart, so why, shuttle in her heart, let her pain.

I had no sleep all night. When I woke up the next day, I had big dark circles under my eyes.

As soon as he went downstairs, he was hit by an Wuzhong. He stared at Qin Zixia, as if he were looking at national treasures. He was serious and surprised.

"All night?" Surprised to jump out of the mouth, Qin Zixia want to avoid, but still be surrounded by him.

"Mengjie, didn't you come back all night?" In fact, she knows the answer.

All night she was looking forward to his return, so she was listening to the door.

So I didn't sleep well all night, but nothing happened.

"Yes." An Wuzhong's answer is the same as that in her heart.

But it made me feel uncomfortable. Why didn't he come? Do you?

Behind the scene, Qin Zixia can't imagine, she can't wait to go to the plane, dial Xi Chujie's number.

The result is to turn off the phone, and last night after Jiang Zixin took over the phone, it was turned off.

"I'll make breakfast for you. You can cover the panda's eyes quickly. It will look better."

An Wuzhong put forward the suggestion, the voice dropped, saw Qin Zixia did not have any response, so he hopped into the kitchen with no interest.

But Qin Zixia sits on the sofa alone, does not care own dishevelled face, the eye son also has some dim, but has been staring at the door unceasingly, only waiting for someone's return.

The bright sunlight jumps in from the hollowed out window and scatters on the wooden floor. The jumping action indicates the sunny weather.

Xi Chujie felt the pain in his head. He reached out to touch the painful part and slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing the simple clothes around me, I realized that it was in my own home.

But after touching the tender skin of the woman around him, his whole face was filled with surprise.

His face turned pale. His eyes turned to the past and saw Jiang Zixin who was sleeping.

The painful brain, thinking about what happened, suddenly thought of his first time.

Surprised some can't believe, is this woman in front of you?

He wanted to take his eyes back, but he caught a glimpse of the mask on the bed. Even if he did not remember the breath of the woman he had touched, he would still remember that mask.

So there's a conclusion in his brain that he doesn't want.

Jiang Zixin is the woman he made up his mind to give her happiness.

But this woman, now the identity is his fiancee, and he did not feel any joy.

Jiang Zixin turns over, arms around Xi Chujie naturally, and gradually wakes up from her deep sleep. Her eyes fall on Xi Chujie's cheek and tears out a smile from her mouth."Meng Jie, how did you sleep?" Very gentle voice, soft, just like every woman in happiness.

Xi Chujie's cheek tears out a hard and ugly smile, he wants to leave.

When I opened the quilt to get out of bed, I found that I was naked.

"I We... " Wide eyes, Xi Chujie quickly covers the quilt tightly.

His numerous women, or the first time in bed, showed such a shy state, is it because the woman in front of him asked for his first time?

There is a feeling of heartbeat, constantly surging in the heart, let Xi Chujie as calm as a man, there is a kind of panic.

"Mengjie, how were you last night? We have seen each other for a long time, but I have reached the summit several times. " Jiang Zixin's whole body depends on Xi Chujie.

That kind of is full of the feminine feminine feeling, lets the man unceasingly nerve restlessness.

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