Mr.Li's good wife delivered the door

Josie's heart jumped, "the man... The boy is dead?"

Li mochuan was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, "he didn't die, because his best brother died for him... The young master's wife thought that the dead boy was a woman's child, so she put down her heart, but she didn't know that a woman's real child was waiting for her to die without a burial place!"

There was a cold, piercing voice above his head, which made Josie shiver, "you... Are you the child?"

Li mochuan did not answer the question, "if you were that child, would you take revenge?"

"Ah......" suddenly he asked, Josie couldn't answer for a moment. The two lives were all because of the boy. She lived so miserable since childhood. If it was her, would she take revenge? Even Josie didn't know the answer.

Just then, the man behind him burst out laughing, "tease you, it's just a story. It scares you. It turns out that my mother's courage is so small!"

I don't know why. Qiao Siyu knew that the boy in his story was him. He was distressed for a time. He turned and reached out and took the initiative to hold him. "My husband, those tragic past has passed, and the future life is the most important."

The first time he heard Qiao Siyu take the initiative to call his husband, Li mochuan felt a slight tremor in his heart. An unspeakable touch suddenly invaded his heart. Listening to her gentle voice, he felt her little hand beating his back comfortingly again and again. He couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her again.

Josie subconsciously wanted to avoid, but he was immersed in pain. If her refusal would leave scars on his heart, it would be a sin. Besides, they are partners in treatment. She is now his "girlfriend". Her boyfriend is in a bad mood and wants to kiss her. How can she refuse?

Thinking, Qiao Siyu stretched out her hand around the man's waist and raised her head to make it easier for him to kiss. Who knows, her action darkened Li mochuan's eyes, and the original soft kiss became crazy

Hearing the speech, Qiao Siyu's face became a little ugly. Thinking of what happened that year, her body shook uncontrollably. No one knew about it except Qiao's family and he Yutong. He didn't want to tell anyone about those shameful past, but today he didn't know whether Tao was influenced by him or repressed for a long time and wanted to release it. Qiao Siyu spoke slowly, "It's not congenital, but later..."

"What's going on?" Li mochuan said coldly, looking at Fang Yehan, who was pale and closed his eyes on the hospital bed. "Ah Liang, I'll give Han Han to you. Is that how you protected her to the hospital?"

A Liang bowed his head and scolded himself, "I'm sorry, sir. It's my mistake."