The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

The gloomy eyes finally faded slowly when they touched her, and slowly turned into azure blue.

He snatched Qiao Anhao's breath, and hugged Qiao Anhao tightly. The huge force made her struggle a few times in pain, but she was crushed tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body generally.

The breathing is intertwined, there is no ambiguity at all, only the luck of regaining it.

He just kissed her so earnestly, copying the shape of her lips, trembling slightly, "Well, I found you."

Qiao Anhao couldn't express the sourness in his heart, and reached out to touch Lu Yicheng's face, he didn't look as energetic as usual at the moment, his eyes were blue and black, and his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes.

There is a strong smell of smoke on his body, not the usual light mint-like refreshing, but a nicotine smell, even a bit choking.

But Qiao Anhao couldn't bear to criticize Lu Yicheng, she stroked his protruding beard and said, "President Lu, please take care of yourself too, if you are not handsome, I will fall in love with other young meats. "

But Lu Yicheng just looked at her like that, his eyes were reluctant to leave for half a second, as if if he blinked his eyes, Qiao Anhao would disappear from his sight.

In the past four days, he searched all over the city and smoked more than a dozen packs of cigarettes.

He didn't dare to relax for a moment until he got good news from Qiao An.

He lowered his head and leaned on Qiao Anhao's shoulder, and gently wrapped his arms around her, "Anhao, I'm so scared."

It was Lu Yisheng's word of fear that made Qiao An's eyes red. This man has never been so helpless as today. Even when he was protecting her from bombs, his eyes were not as full of fear as today. In a moment she was gone.

She secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I won't find you again." Lu Yisheng's voice had the usual low magnetism, only a hoarseness, and it sounded like a pen was drawing on paper, rustling.

"Aren't I fine? What are you afraid of?" Qiao Anhao sniffed and smiled, trying to make it sound like nothing happened. "Even if there is anything. I know, you will find me and bring me I go home."

Lu Yisheng didn't speak, but tightened his hands.

As soon as Situ Yan and Wen Liang came up, they saw the tenderness of the two of them, Wen Liang was relieved, but Situ Yan showed a little bit of meaning, he didn't like this kind of scene.

He stretched out his hand to hold Wen Liang's, and Wen Liang shook off his hand without looking back, and walked to Qiao Anhao's side to ask for warmth.

This made Situ Yan sneer and said, "Wen Liang, I don't like bad girls."

"I'm sorry, my mother is born rebellious and unruly. You, if you like it, accept it, if you don't like it, get out of here!" Wen Liang will show Situ Yan a good face?
This is simply impossible. Based on what Situ Yan has done, the relationship between her and him has long been incompatible.

She did not forget the scene where Situ Yan pressed his fingers into Anhao's wound, torturing Qiao Anhao bit by bit like Ling Chi, forcing them to submit.

That scene was already engraved in her mind, making her disgusted and chilled.

Situ Yan squinted his eyes as if he was thinking about Wen Liang's words, and then said indifferently, "I understand, but it doesn't matter. You will become what I like."

It's just removing the thorns on Wen Liang's body, it's easy.