Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

"That's what that man did to you. He let you live in such a place." His deep eyes looked disdainfully“ I really can only say that your vision is not good at all. "

Xue he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly reflected who the "he" in Han Qichen's mouth was.

It should be the last time he met in jinshuiwan. He mistakenly thought he lived with Xu Zhouxing.

But she doesn't care about these, and she doesn't want to explain anything.

"What if I live in such a place? As long as I feel happy, it's more important than anything."

Han Qichen glanced, his eyes burning, as if he were looking at something.

Xue he felt this strong look and felt uncomfortable being stared at. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, trying to resist the urge to get angry.

She took a deep breath. "Look... Have you seen enough."

Han Qichen lifted up a evil smile, bent over and stared at Xue he for a moment, "how do you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me."

Xue he stared at him and couldn't remember what to say for a while.

She suddenly pushed Han Qichen away and walked towards the kitchen.

After a while, he came out with two bowls of porridge.

In fact, she hasn't had the habit of eating breakfast since she moved here alone.

I have to work late in the studio every day, and I have to run on both sides of the hospital partners. If she had time for breakfast, she would rather sleep a little longer.

She still remembers that assistant Jiang said last night that Han Qichen didn't eat last night and drank so much wine. It must be uncomfortable to have an empty stomach now,

A warm drink is good for the stomach.

Han Qichen stared at the porridge in the bowl and couldn't speak. Early in the morning, the woman wanted to take a bowl of white porridge and sent herself away.

I'm not a monk. I gave him such vegetarian food early in the morning.

He turned to look at Xue he and found that she was eating with relish.

He took the spoon and stirred it in the bowl for a few times. After scooping a spoon, he looked at it faintly, and then turned back with a look of disgust.

Noticing Han Qichen's action, he rolled his eyes at him coldly.

Don't eat if you don't want to. Why should you put on a face of bitter hatred? Besides, is her porridge so hard to drink.

But Xue he didn't say this in front of Han Qichen. She didn't want to be unhappy early in the morning.

In short, she also made the meal. Whether to eat or not is his own business. Anyway, if he has a stomachache later, the person who hurts is not himself.

Han Qichen pulled Xue he, tightly clasped her wrist and leaned close.

"That's how you entertain guests."

Xue he struggled hard. "What's wrong with you? And I didn't invite you. What kind of guest are you?"

Han Qichen was angry in his chest. He glared at the woman in front of him. As long as she spoke, she always had the ability to annoy him to death.

"I remember I was drunk last night. I want to ask why I showed up at your house."

"Assistant Jiang came to my house last night and knocked on the door to see you over. How do I know why you showed up at my house?" Xue he's head is in a mess and is about to explode. She should have dragged him out last night, but now it's too late to regret.

"Open the door when others knock. I think you really don't have any vigilance." She opened the door to other men so casually. Did the man surnamed Zhou also come here.

Xue he blushed. "Yes, I just shouldn't open the door for others. I should let you sleep outside."

She looked up at Han Qichen. She didn't know which tendon the man was suddenly wrong.

His quick temper didn't change at all. Xue he suddenly became curious. Does he look like this in front of Gu Qian? Does he get angry anytime and anywhere like now? Shouldn't he

How could he treat Gu Qian like himself.

The more I think about it, the more I feel wronged. Why should I put up with his bad temper, and they have nothing to do now.

Han Qichen glanced at her coldly, "this is the most real idea in your heart. You hate me so much."

"Yes, I hate you. I really hate you. I beg you not to appear in my life in the future." She raised her other finger in the direction of the door. "You can leave."

Han Qichen sat upright with a trace of madness and anger on his face.

Some fragmentary pictures suddenly flashed through my mind, as if they had quarreled like this before.

After the picture floated, his head was like being run over by something. He loosened Xue he's hand and stroked his forehead with pain on his face.

Xue Hegang wanted to open his mouth and continue to refute. He found that his face was pale and something was wrong.

She gently poked his shoulder with her finger. "What's the matter with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"

She took a look and found that Han Qichen was covering his head with pain on his face. "Are you okay? Do you have a headache?"