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

Seeing that it was Qiao Anhao who picked it up, Wen Liang ate a few more mouthfuls to finish the rice in the bowl.

Qiao Anhao's legs and feet are inconvenient, and she hasn't had a good rest recently, so Wen Liang didn't drag Qiao Anhao to talk all the time, and Qiao Anhao's eyes fell on the upstairs position from time to time, so Wen Liang naturally felt uncomfortable. It would be better not to drag Joan down.

Lu Yisheng came out of the shower and saw Qiao Anhao struggling to get from the bed to the wheelchair. He immediately dropped the handkerchief in his hand, walked over quickly and carried him into the wheelchair.

Qiao Anhao noticed that Lu Yicheng came out, the exposed chest was wet with her clothes because of the shower, and she could feel his hot body through the thin clothes.

The exposed abdominal muscles can be seen from the waist wrapped in the towel, and the lines are uniform with a hint of wild sex appeal. The water drops slowly slide down his body until they disappear under the towel.

Looking at this scene, Qiao Anhao suddenly felt itchy on the tip of her nose, and couldn't help but raised her hand to rub it.

He lowered his throat, and didn't dare to look at Lu Yicheng's body, because he was terribly sexy, that kind of male hormone breath, and the faint fragrance of mint came from his body.

Those azure blue eyes were as wide and calm as the sea, and as cold as a glacier, making it hard to see through. The strong arms wrapped around her waist made her feel inexplicably at ease.

"Yisheng, I want to talk to Mi Ai." Qiao Anhao gently pushed Lu Yisheng, and her tiny hands fell on the warm skin, which was also stained with moisture.

Inexplicably, it made her feel a little hoarse in her throat. She sniffed, and she continued, "I'm worried that she and Xun Jian had a fight, so I still want to go and see." In addition, there is warmth and coolness.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but look down at her legs, and frowned slightly. Qiao Anhao felt very uncomfortable with this kind of life that needed help from others.

She doesn't want to bother others, and even needs help from others to go to the toilet, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.

It's as if I'm an idiot.

"Is that so worried?" Lu Yisheng's calm eyes fell on An Hao's body, and seemed to be stained with impatience. Although his complexion was still erratic and indifferent, his tone was hidden. I'm upset.

His fingers brushed across Qiao Anhao's eyelids, the eyelashes under his fingertips trembled slightly and scratched his fingers, and he said in a deep voice, "I don't like you seeing other people in your eyes."

Qiao Anhao laughed a little, and held down his troublesome hand.

"You are the only one in my world."

"I'm not the only one in your eyes." Shen Chenling's face was calm, obviously the tone of these words hadn't changed, but Anhao could hear a sour taste abruptly.

"Lu Yisheng, are you even jealous of Mi Ai?"

Sometimes Qiao Anhao really can't help laughing because Lu Yisheng is jealous. If you want to say it's possessive, but the possessive desire is too strong.

He is really the king of vinegar in Asia, and he can overturn his vinegar jar casually.

Lu Yisheng propped himself on the wheelchair with one hand, forcing Qiao Anhao to look up at him, revealing that curvaceous neck, and the delicate collarbone became more and more obvious because of this movement.