His Sunny Wife

"I I... " Qin Yi began to speak, and it seemed that it took him a long time to say a complete sentence. "I hope you can stay..."

Nangong Zhongli's hands on his knees, fingernails clenched in the palm of his hands.

She didn't say anything, but looked at Qin Yi with a kind of puzzled eyes.

This kind of vision, like acquiescence and encouragement, made Qin Yi feel the whole body's blood rising again in an instant. He stood up straight and stepped forward.

"Zhong Li, can you stay? You know, in this world, there are many people who care about you and love you deeply. Zhong Li, will you stay? Everyone makes mistakes. One mistake doesn't mean one person has nothing to do As long as you are willing to give yourself a chance... "

"What are you trying to say?" Nangong Zhongli raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Qin Yi, I know you are good to me. But I hope you can understand that you are always the servant of Nangong family. Do you think that I am disabled now, so it's a rare opportunity to accept your feelings?"

Qin Yi's eyes widened. His face turned pale at the moment when Nangong Zhongli said, "you are always the servant of Nangong family.".

He clenched his fists. His whole body was like a stone carving nailed to the ground. He even felt like a stone statue in the desert, which had been dried by the wind for thousands of years.

The wind whistling past my ears is like the devil roaring.

"I..."

"Qin Yi, don't say I've lost one leg now. Even if I lose two legs, don't worry, I won't like you. So, you'd better not be paranoid.

I thank you for taking care of me for so long. I thought that was your duty. So I didn't think much about it. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I can ask my brother to pay you three times as much.

Do you think that's all right? "

Nangong Zhongli smiles and utters cruel and heartless words.

And these words, like a cold knife, on his body, in the most tender and softest corner where he has been exposed to the sun for the first time in so many years, are slashing one by one.

Drop by drop of blood irrigated in the desert, blooming a bright red dazzling flowers.

Until she finished, looking at the elegant and heartless smile on her face, Qin Yi stepped back.

"If you don't feel well, I can ask my brother to pay you three times as much..."

"Even if I lose two legs, don't worry, I won't like you.

"You are always the servant of Nangong family..."

If there is any most lethal poison in the world, Qin Yi may not be as fierce and terrifying as these words.

His brain was almost blank, and he shook his head.

"No I don't need money... "

"I understand. I'm just a servant..."

"Thank you..."

He looked at Nangong Zhongli and began to speak, as if he were mumbling to himself or to her.

He was a little lost, and his eyes began to shake and blur.

However, in the end, his eyes were fixed on Nangong Zhongli's face.

On that delicate, picturesque face.

At the moment, as I first saw, my face is facing the sky.

But he was no longer the angel he had ever seen.