Marriage has a pit: Daddy, get divorce quickly!

Lu Qichuan slowed down and looked up at the waveless Tan Chenxiao, "who is she?"

"Why do you know so well?" Tan Chenxiao talks and talks. There is no emotion in her voice.

"I don't know, Tan Chenxiao, you make it clear, how idle I am. For a stand in, I've been following you all over the world these years?" Lu Qichuan said, throwing the towel in his hand beside her.

Tan Chenxiao closed her eyes, but quickly opened them, "double?"

Aunt a Fu knocked on the door and came to deliver the medicine.

After taking a deep breath, Lu Qichuan adjusted his mood, then turned to open the door and took the medicine. After thanking him, he let aunt a Fu rest early.

Auntie a Fu looked at it uneasily, "is that Miss painter OK?"

"It's OK. I just sprained my foot. Aunt a Fu has a rest earlier." Lu Qichuan said, directly closed the door, went to the bathroom, bent over to put the towel in the hot water, and then took it out to cover her swollen ankle.

Tan Chenxiao looks at the mirror and is carried out by Lu Qichuan and placed beside the bed. She looks down at the man kneeling on one knee to deal with his wrists. He is as gentle as ever, but his tenderness is poppy.

If she can't afford it, she doesn't dare to take it.

Tan Chenxiao's ankles are badly swollen. Lu Qichuan rubs the medicinal wine hot after hot compress, and then covers her ankles, "you and she are not like at all."

The ankle was baked with medicinal wine, and it didn't seem to hurt so much.

Lu Qichuan raised his head and looked down at Tan Chenxiao, who was still in a mess. "You never look like her."

Tan Chenxiao suddenly feel funny, if not, how could he have saved her?

If not, how could he recognize the wrong person, how could he call her by her name at that time, and how could he escape after waking up?

Maybe I believe in it?

Tan Chenxiao suddenly put his hand around Lu Qichuan's neck, and then bent down to kiss his lips.

Lu Qichuan

The next second, Lu Qichuan got up directly and threw the man on the bed. Both of them were wet, and the bed was also wet.

Lu Qichuan's kisses, with eagerness, fell on her neck, leaving traces one by one.

Tan Chenxiao's hand fell on his shoulder, marking a red mark, body astringent hair pain, she reached out to hold Lu Qichuan's cheek, do not know whether it is sweat or not wipe clean rain, "who am I?"

Like a kind of obsession, she stubbornly wants an answer.

"Tan Chenxiao." Lu Qichuan opened his mouth in a low voice, and his lips fell on her, "Tan Chenxiao."

Tan Chenxiao let go, let him ask, even if it is to get the answer, it seems that it is not what he wants.

He whispered her name, but he couldn't get rid of that voice: Yuwei.

More can't wash away, he wake up after the eyes of consternation, as well as the back.

The rainstorm outside the window did not stop all night, just like the man on the body.

Sunrise East, Tan Chenxiao has been dressed, looking at the bed sleeping man.

It turns out that emotion also has a shelf life. Even if I get the answer I want, I find that the shelf life has passed.

She was not as happy as she had imagined, and even lost.

Lu Qichuan, in your heart, there is a person who has never left. Her name is Ye Yuwei.