Male god's darling: baby, let's get married!

"He's drunk. Go down and cook sober soup. I'll deal with it here." Mo Xinyue knelt down beside Lu Yecheng. While she was busy living in an orderly way, she gave a cold and indifferent command in her voice, and didn't say another word.

Qiu Yi was also a little flustered. He didn't care much. He turned and went to the kitchen.

Lu Yecheng doesn't like strangers to touch him closely. There is not even a housekeeper or servant in the villa.

Fortunately, he gave her the phone number of the family doctor some time ago. Otherwise, calling an ambulance at this time may disturb the major media, and the consequences are not what she can expect.

Qiu Yi was afraid when he thought of these consequences, and his hands and feet were cold.

It was not until the soup overflowed and poured on the fire that she came back to her senses. She quickly brought down the pot and put a bowl of soup on it.

When she was about to turn to the bathroom, there was a clear smashing sound in the master bedroom, which sounded scary in the empty villa.

Qiu Yi bit his lips and walked cautiously to the master bedroom with the bowl of soup. A cold voice suddenly came from the crack in the door.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was very hoarse, but the smell of persecution did not diminish.

Qiu Yi took two steps and was about to explain. His more angry voice burst his eardrum.

"I ask you what you're doing here! Talk! Why don't you talk! "

Qiu Yi's back stiffened for a moment. In his mind, he quickly thought of the way out, and Ye Cheng stopped unconsciously.

"Qiu Yi asked me to bandage your wound." Mo Xinyue's voice sounds very stable, but the feeling of choking between words can not be ignored.

"Qiu Yi?! Do you know who Qiu Yi is now? She's my wife, Mrs. Lu! All this is thanks to you! Are you happy now, huh? "

Lu Yecheng stares angrily at Mo Xinyue in front of him. His teeth are clenched, his eyes are red, and his eyes are about to crack.

Mo Xinyue's lips closed tightly, and a line of tears slipped from her cheeks and hit the back of his hand.

Lu Yecheng's eyebrows frowned fiercely. There was unprecedented pity and heartache at the bottom of his eyes. Even his strength was unconsciously relaxed.

"I thought you'd be fine after we broke up. My aunt said, you are a good match. You will have your own children in the future. Besides... I don't deserve you. "

Just as she threw herself into Lu Yecheng's arms, the door was suddenly pushed open. She hurried out of Lu Yecheng's arms and quickly wiped her tears with her head down.

Qiu Yi stood at the door with sobering soup. A cold sweat broke out on his back. His palm was numb and his fingernails pulled on the tray.

I'm in a hurry. Before, she just thought that the Lu family wanted her to inherit her family. Unexpectedly, she wanted to use her to break up Lu Yecheng and Mo Xinyue.

I actually became their third party without knowing it.

But this "honor" is not rare at all.

Qiu Yi's heart was cold. Under the pressure of the gas field, he unconsciously pulled out a sneer and stared at the two people on the bed.

Lu Yecheng guards Mo Xinyue behind him and stares at Qiu Yi with a wary face. His eyes are cold and gloomy.

Qiu Yi glanced at Mo Xinyue and quietly walked over with the tray, trying to suppress the surging anger.

"It turns out that Miss Mo and Ye Cheng still have such a past, but the past is over. I didn't force you to break up at the beginning. Miss Mo, don't delay yourself. "

When she said these words, she had a decent smile on her face, but her heart was shrinking.

In particular, Lu Yecheng's eyes look like he wants to cut her thousands of times.

"Qiu Yi, there's nothing for you here. Get out!" Lu Ye takes care of Mo Xinyue and stares at Qiu Yi with a dark face. His tone of voice is also particularly cold.

In the past, she didn't care to fight with a woman for a man who didn't love her at all.

But now, there is no room for half bargaining.

"This is my house. Why should I go out. Lu Yecheng, even if you are not willing, you can't change the fact that I married you. If you want to protect her, your mother won't agree first. " Qiu Yi said these words indifferently, and every word pierced their hearts.

"Miss Mo, if you don't want to embarrass him, you should know how to do it." She turned her eyes and pointed all the spearheads at Mo Xinyue.

Mo Xinyue's face turned white in an instant. She raised her head and looked at her wrongfully. She lowered her head and covered her mouth and rushed out quickly.

Qiu Yi couldn't dodge. She opened a bowl of hot soup and poured it all on herself, which made her frown fiercely.

At the moment when Lu Yecheng sucked the cold air, Lu Yecheng came over with a cold air, grabbed her neck and pushed her to the wall.

"If anything happens to her, I won't spare you first!"

The hot breath, with a strong sense of hate, rushed on Qiu Yi's face, burning the tip of her heart.

Tears flickered, she pulled out a sneer like smile: "my life is much more valuable than him. I don't believe you ask your mother."

"Dare to threaten me!"

The strength on the neck increased instantly, the air in the lungs was squeezed to the last, the blood coagulated, and the temples jumped suddenly.

The more he did so, the brighter the smile on Qiu Yi's face, even if it was far fetched and ugly.

"If you don't catch up, you can't catch up." Like an outsider, she gave a "kind" reminder.

When I saw the angry expression on his face, my heart suddenly became much happier.

The strength on his neck was suddenly removed, and the whole person slipped down the wall uncontrollably, and received Lin Cheng's warning eyes without leakage.

Just now, the noisy bedroom suddenly became empty, and even the shortness of breath and severe cough became very harsh.

Holding her scalded hand, she found out her mobile phone and called Shen Wenfeng.

At the moment of waiting for the connection, the messy heart suddenly sank down, and the corners of the mouth closed tightly.

"Why haven't you slept so late?" The gentle voice came from my ears, but inadvertently aroused the nameless fire.

"Didn't you work in a hospital with Mo Xinyue before? Do you know the relationship between her and Lu Yecheng?"

Qiu Yi tries to maintain his tone, but Shen Wenfeng still hears some clues.

The voice on the phone was silent for a few seconds and bypassed the topic without trace: "why did you suddenly ask about this matter and quarrel with him?"

Qiu Yi only felt a rush of anger, his scalp was tight, his head was dizzy, and even his breathing was not smooth.