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

Although he wanted to say that this was his character, but based on what he knew about Lu Yisheng, his fate was likely to die on the spot, so he decided to shut up.

As a woman, your own life is not important.

Only when he is alive can he be hugged left and right. When he quits his drug addiction, he will be a hero again!
Seeing the woman Shen Chenling kept quiet about, Lu Yicheng was satisfied to help him close the door and go out.

Back in his room, Lu Yicheng unbuttoned his black shirt, put on a nightgown and lay down next to Qiao Anhao, and Anhao seemed to feel Lu Yicheng's presence, and immediately rubbed into his arms .

The small head was pressed against Lu Yisheng's chest, and because of the slight heat under the quilt, his face looked a little crimson.

The eyelashes are long and curled up, and Qiao Anhao, who closed her eyes, seems to have lost the sharpness she had when she was awake, and seemed to be much more at ease, nestled in Lu Yicheng's arms, breathing with her own breath. his taste.

Lu Yicheng hugged Qiao Anhao tightly, and turned down the temperature by a few degrees to make the room less dry.

And right now, in the hospital.

The twisted leg of Yao Zian who was rescued has been bandaged again, and his whole body is pale due to excessive blood loss, and even his lips are dry and peeling.

His handsome face was completely gloomy at the moment, and he was forced to lie on the bed at this moment, even breathing seemed to be a kind of torture, and his eyes were firmly locked on Louis.

Feeling the bloody breath in his mouth, Yao Zian forced himself to sit up.

But when he moved lightly, he felt that the wound was tearing like pain, and the severe pain under his body was even more unbearable. It was not only a blow to his body, but also a blow to his personality. insult.

The black eyes were covered with blood at this moment, dyed scarlet in patches, like evil spirits.

But even so, he forced himself to sit up, clenched his hands into fists, and felt no pain at all when the nails pierced his palms.

Even breathing is weak, as if even breathing is a luxury.

Looking at Louis with hatred, Yao Zian did not show hysteria, but instead looked at him mockingly, stating "You are still you after all." He knew that it was Louis who left everyone behind.

Perhaps it can be said that Louis cooperated with Lu Yisheng to retaliate against him only because his words made Louis unhappy.

He knew better than others how small-minded this man Louis was, and he also knew better than others how terrible and cruel this man was. His appearance was the opposite of his inner perfection.

Louis gently raised his crutches, and the bodyguard behind him immediately pulled out a handkerchief and knelt on the ground to wipe the crutches on his hands, his movements were so cautious but steady.

"I have taught you that it is very dangerous to show people's emotions. I also told you that you have to be concerned about the consequences when you speak. If you don't want to be concerned, then make yourself strong enough to dominate anyone. If not, then admit defeat." Louis The voice was clear, and the mandarin without any accent added a touch of luxury to him.

It is obviously a silver suit, but it looks so complementary to Louis' body. He is tall but not bloated, but rather slender. With a cane in one hand, he looks like a prince who walked out of an oil painting. generally.