Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 183 My husband is sick (7)

When Qiao Yimo came out of the shower, the woman on the bed was already fast asleep.

All the liveliness and fangs and claws are demure at this moment.

The soft light came down, and the half of her face resting on her hand was hidden under the faint shadow.

It's just that she frowned tightly, as if something was bothering her.

Qiao Yimo stopped wiping her hair, subconsciously walked to the edge of the bed and sat down gently.

There was a light knock on the door, and he was a little afraid that the sleeping woman in front of him would be woken up.

Fortunately, she didn't, she just turned around muttering, and he didn't listen to what she said.

Walk slowly to the door and open it.

The housekeeper was standing at the door with a bowl of hangover soup.

"Sir, the hangover soup is ready."

Qiao Yimo moved his fingers on the doorknob when he thought of the sleeping woman in the room.

It seemed that it was too late to send it at this time, and she was already asleep.

He flicked his wet hair a little bored, "Give it to me, it's getting late, you can go rest."

The butler responded and withdrew.

After closing the door, Qiao Yimo looked down at the steaming soup in his hand, walked a few steps to the bedside, and put it aside.

Walking slowly to the bed, the woman's clothes have been changed and piled in the laundry basket next to her.

There is only a faint smell of alcohol on his body, if he is not close, he can hardly smell it.

After a while, the man who had been sitting by the bed for a long time went to the bathroom to wash a towel.

Gently wiped the body for Qiyue.

When turning over for Qiyue, he heard a vague dream.

"Qiao Yimo, I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"

The pale light softly fell from the top of his head, casting a layer of light white light on his thin face.

The hand holding the wet towel paused, and her slender lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

His eyes were half covered by the fine wet hair, and he couldn't really see the emotion in his eyes.

As if she couldn't get an answer, the woman couldn't calm down.

A pair of small hands subconsciously grabbed the hand that had just been removed from her, very tightly.

She seemed to be having a nightmare, with a restless expression and a little hesitation.

"I really didn't mess around. Although I love to play, don't think too much. You can find out what I did."

A low and rapid murmur.

Qiao Yimo clenched his hands, "Yes."

Qiao Yimo has always watched Luo Qiyue closely.

So he knows what to do, it's just that the man outside her, he seems to have listened to no one's report.

It really is well hidden, Luo Qiyue.

If he hadn't bumped into her today, how long would she have kept it a secret?
Qiao Yimo's expression turned cold, and he stood up and shook his hands.

Under the light, the chin slid across a cold and graceful arc.

In recent days, Qiyue hasn't seen Qiao Yimo much.

Just sit down and have breakfast together once in a while.

Don't know what he's up to.

But she knew that it was definitely not a good sign.

The night she got back from the hospital, she didn't really fall asleep.

Instead, she murmured unconsciously in her dream, trying to test Qiao Yimo's attitude.

Sure enough, he had a deep grudge in his heart.

The main reason is that the original owner did too hard.

Qiyue held his forehead weakly, and lay down in front of the table with a parasol, a little tired.

Flipping through magazines in boredom.

As the daughter of the Luo family, she naturally doesn't need to work or worry, she just needs to eat and drink every day.

But Qiyue is worried, her man's attitude is too abnormal, she is afraid.

Turning over a page of the magazine, Kiyue sighed weakly.

But what can be done.

It's not that she didn't think about explaining to Qiao Yimo.

But he seemed to be wary of her and unwilling to believe her.

Maybe it was hurt by the original owner.

"My God, what should I do." Qiyue rubbed her hair, quite weak.

Qiyue at this moment is like a dried salted fish.

I don't even want to turn over.

"Why don't you just pounce on him?" Qiyue frowned and muttered as he turned a page again.

Just tell him with practical actions that you really love him.

In fact, Qiyue felt that she simply and rudely explained to Qiao Yimo that she was not the former Luo Qiyue.

But thinking of the man's stern look, she felt a little apprehensive.

He felt that if he said it out, he was not Luo Qiyue, and she would probably be gone.

Don't ask why, it's intuition.

The magazine in his hand was rich in content, but Qiyue didn't see it at all.

She was absorbed in thinking about the problem for a while, so naturally she didn't notice the person who had walked behind her.

Qiao Yimo leaned down and listened to her soft complaint.

"How can he believe me? It's really sad."

"I really don't know who I learned from this bad temper, and I can't listen to anyone who speaks."

Qiyue's tone was a little angrily, and the more he spoke, the more he felt that he couldn't get angry.

"If it wasn't because he was my man, I would have left my burden and left a long time ago. Who will spend time here with you?"

Muttering, Kiyue vigorously flipped through a page of the magazine.

Looking at that posture, it is almost like crumpling the whole book into a ball of waste paper and throwing it away.

For some reason, Qiao Yimo's mood suddenly improved a lot after being depressed for several days.

The corners of the lips unconsciously outlined a pleasant arc.

Sweeping away the depression in his heart, he looked at the back of the woman's head tenderly.

"What are you talking about?" He quietly leaned into Qiyue's ear and asked softly.

The deep and mellow voice is like fine wine that has been cellared for a hundred years. The cork is uncorked and poured into a transparent glass cup.

There was a clear and crisp sound, and there seemed to be a mellow wine smell slowly wafting out.

With a shudder, Qi Yue straightened up subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, the action was a little rushed, and he almost fell to the ground with the chair.

Fortunately, Qiao Yimo caught him quickly with his eyes and hands, otherwise she would have fallen on all fours.

After sitting back, Qiyue lay down on the table, patted her chest lightly with lingering fear, and exhaled a foul breath.

And the culprit had already sat down beside her, took the magazine she had rested on her chin just now, and casually flipped through it.

Qiyue gritted her teeth and looked at the man's indifferent expression, seeing that he didn't intend to apologize at all, a wave of anger inevitably surged up.

"When did you come back? You didn't say anything. Did you want to scare me to death so that you could marry a new wife?"

It was the first time I heard Yue say such a witty thing, Qiao Yimo was a little stunned for a moment.

Turning his eyes from the magazine to her, looking at her puffy little face, his already good mood got better.

The voices were obviously smiling, "No. Just now I saw that you were too fascinated talking to yourself, and I couldn't bear to disturb you. I didn't expect that one of them couldn't hold back, and it scared you."

She was his wish, where else could he find something new?
In this life, all he needs is her.

And just now when he came in, he called her from a distance, but she didn't hear him.

Qiyue stood up suddenly, reached out and grabbed the man's loose neckline, and said angrily, "Then you scared people, shouldn't you apologize?"

(End of this chapter)