Woman, where to escape

Shi Yu said carefully: "element!"

"What?" the second Qian's brain was in a mess. His eyes were half narrowed. He was so angry that his veins were exposed on his forehead. His fingers clung to the corner of the chair, getting tighter and tighter. He was so powerful that he pinched it alive. His sharp eyes were full of violent anger in a moment.

Hao, damn it!

At this time, he was 100% sure that scum was Hao Jing, but he fucking disappeared!

No whereabouts is the most terrible thing.

Thinking of this, he regretted that he wanted to hit the wall. He knew that he had directly resulted in the dog day.

He secretly decided that the son of a bitch who found this girl must be solved once and for all and avoid future trouble. He didn't want to worry about the mad dog jumping out and biting people every day in the future. He was fine, but he was very afraid of what harm his girl would suffer.

The best solution is death.

Let his time and his sin stop forever.

He is not afraid of blood on his hands, let alone bloody. In fact, in the past, he killed many people when performing special tasks in the wolf tooth team.

But it was for national honor at that time.

This time, it was for his woman.

Take a deep breath. His lips are filled with a cold smile. There is bloodthirsty anger in his smile. Dare to challenge his limit again and again, son of a bitch, you have to be ready to pay the price.

So he calmly said a few very simple words into the mobile phone microphone.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes!"

"Ling'er!"

The element was sweating and shouted the name of Yuan Ling, woke up from the nightmare, and then sat up in panic with wide eyes.

No, did not!

There is no room with a black curtain, no roof as red as blood, no terrible ring, no whip like an evil snake, and no yuan Ling's cry of fear and pain.

Patted his chest.

She was in bed and in their bedroom. There was a familiar smell in the space, which seemed to be mixed with the fragrance of tranquilizing essential oil.

Suddenly, the wall lamp lit up, and the next moment, her body was held in her arms by a man.

She turned her face, some tears in her eyes, vaguely whispered, "Qian Ao..."

In his voice, he woke up weak and frightened with a nightmare.

"Silly girl, have a nightmare?" looking at the woman's face as pale as paper, Qian Er painfully patted her back, bent over her head and gently kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Yes."

She leaned close to him and put her hands around his waist. She groped for him as if to determine his existence. The bloody picture in her memory flashed in her mind. She really needed comfort

Watching her steadily, Qian Ao softened his voice, "sleep well, I'm with you."

"Ling'er... Does she still have no news?"

After scraping her nose, the second son of Qian spoiled and joked, "don't worry so much. Now, you should have a good sleep and attend Zhongyao's wedding tomorrow. How ugly would you be if you wore a black eye? Maybe others thought you were sad?"

"Pig head." the pink lips were slightly warped. Her tight nerves relaxed a little, and she lay down in his arms. Her body was too weak to lift a trace of strength.

"Yes, I'm a pig head." he hugged her body, and Qian Er touched her face. Suddenly he thought of something and asked softly, "girl, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Shook his head, where is the mood to eat.

"You didn't eat anything for dinner. I specially asked the kitchen to prepare carrot porridge. Have some? I'll bring it for you. But Zi once said: a bowl of radish porridge is good for your qi and nourishes your stomach."

Reluctantly smiled, and the element pushed him: "poor mouth, son really said so?"

"Really... Do you drink?"

"OK." he rubbed his temples and nodded.

In fact, she really doesn't have any appetite, but after thinking about it, she really doesn't want to brush Qian Ao's mind. Some days ago, when she was in confinement, she had a tricky stomach and often had to eat in the middle of the night. This man is used to always preparing for her.

The ass bumped down the stairs. Qian Laoer brought a bowl of radish porridge on a tray, sat by the bed and fed her with a spoon, "what's up? Is it delicious?"

He smashed his tongue and looked up at him. He felt that his expression was a little strange. It looked as if she needed her confirmation. In fact, this porridge is really not as good as the usual cooking in the kitchen. Those people in qianzhai kitchen are senior chefs with cook certificates.

But the standard of this porridge can't be flattered.

Did he cook it himself?

Her nose was sour. She pulled her lips and smiled, "uh huh, it's really delicious. I don't think I've had such delicious porridge for a long time. It's very like, like..."

"What does it look like?" he raised his eyebrows. Qian Er carefully distinguished her look. Is it true or false? Is it so good?

He swallowed vaguely and nodded seriously, "well, it's delicious. It tastes like my mother's cooking. It's really delicious..."

"Your mother?"

Second brother Qian was confused and a black line came over.

Element blinked and smiled at him. She happily drank this bowl of porridge, which was actually quite difficult to drink. There was not a drop left. She drank it all. After drinking, she licked her lips.

Now, the second brother of Qian is really happy. Hehe smiles, "it's really like your mother's cooking? Can't it!"

Looking at his happy eyebrows, the element unconsciously slowed down.

"Yes, because there is a taste of love in the porridge."

The second daughter of Qian was stunned. Her face suddenly became embarrassed and slightly flushed. It turned out that she knew it was cooked by herself. It was very hard to drink. How can this girl comfort herself?

It seems that the skill is not up to the mark. We have to continue to practice.

Thinking so, he raised an unidentified smile on the corner of his lips, put the bowl on the bed cabinet, then picked up her face, bent down his head foolishly and licked the corner of her lips.