Prosperous Xiao Chong: Black-bellied wife, don't run away

Soon there were footsteps outside, and the butler came in first, seeing Ning Qingqing nestled comfortably on the soft sofa, ignoring the outside voices, he couldn't help but stepped forward and persuaded: "Young Mistress, the Master is back, if it wasn't for this time The doctors invited from abroad are highly skilled, I'm afraid the young master will stay in the hospital for a while, you should go and see him."

Ning Qingqing rubbed her ears as if she was disturbed, put the book aside and said with a sneer: "Whether Li Xiaohan is dead or alive has nothing to do with me. Since he is fine, why should I look at him again?"

She deliberately raised her tone, and the words drifted unsteadily to Li Xiaohan who happened to walk outside the greenhouse, and his footsteps stopped instantly.

Han Lin, the special assistant behind him, also stopped in his tracks, but glanced at the greenhouse hesitantly, and reminded, "Master, do we still have to go in?"

Li Xiaohan glanced at him indifferently, then turned and went to the study.

Seeing the figure outside the flower room leave, Ning Qingqing sneered, she just said those words deliberately for Li Yanhan to hear, don't play her like a fool.

"The young mistress probably worried too much about the young master, that's why she said those nonsense."

In the study, Han Lin couldn't help but said seeing his young master's uneasy expression.

"She knew that I was not seriously ill, so she deliberately told me those words."

Li Xiaohan tapped his fingers on the table, his expression changed, and his voice was as cold as usual.

Ning Qingqing asked the servant to tidy up the guest room that night, and moved her things there. The housekeeper came to ask Li Xiaohan for instructions, but he seemed to have expected it a long time ago and agreed.

Only the next day, when Ning Qingqing woke up in the guest room, she saw several sets of jewelry on the bedside.

"This is what the young master ordered us to prepare for the young mistress."

Even if the servant didn't say anything, Ning Qingqing could guess that it was Li Xiaohan's handwriting.These sets of jewelry were quite in line with her liking, but Ning Qingqing threw them out without taking a second look.

"I don't need his stuff."

The servant had no choice but to put away the jewelry and send it back to Li Xiaohan in fear.

The next day, Ning Qingqing's bed was no longer jewelry, but a dress.

"Master, young mistress still threw out what you gave."

Seeing the messy dress, Li Xiaohan nodded, as if he didn't care much.

At night, Ning Qingqing slept peacefully after locking the door.

In the silence, there was a click from the door, and Xin Chang's figure stepped into Ning Qingqing's room with a slight forbearance and coldness.

Under the moonlight, deep and shallow shadows were cast everywhere in the huge room. Li Xiaohan sat by the bed, looked at the beautiful sleeping face on the bed very seriously, and couldn't help stroking the broken hair by her ear.

As if suddenly dreaming of something bad, Ning Qingqing trembled, and firmly grasped Li Xiaohan's hand with both hands.

Li Xiaohan's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his head to listen to Ning Qingqing's ravings.

"Mom, I'm sorry... I failed to protect the relics you left me, I'm sorry..."

Two tear stains slipped from the corners of his eyes, one of which landed on the back of Li Xiaohan's hand, scorching hot.

He couldn't help but put his other hand on Ning Qingqing's cheek, gently stroking the traces of tears.

Perhaps Li Xiaohan's movements were too gentle, Ning Qingqing not only did not repel him as he did when he was awake, but instead rubbed his palm relyingly.

Li Xiaohan breathed lightly, caressing her skin with nostalgia, until Ning Qingqing's breathing gradually stabilized, he stroked her still frowning brows, got up silently, and left.

In the early morning, Ning Qingqing stayed in the room until nine o'clock before going downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast.

At this time, Li Xiaohan had usually left Li's house, in order to avoid meeting him, Ning Qingqing specifically asked the housekeeper about his itinerary.

It's just that when she arrived at the restaurant, Ning Qingqing didn't see Li Xiaohan, but saw Han Lin beside Li Xiaohan.

"Young mistress, the young master asked me to tell you something. He found an artist who can restore the "Ambition" left by your mother. I wonder if the young mistress wants to meet?"

"What? Is this true? Where is the painter, I need to see him now."

Ning Qingqing immediately stood up and ran to Han Lin with the first smile on her face after entering the Li residence.

"How dare I lie to my young mistress, the young master took a lot of effort to find that painter. If the young mistress wants to see you, just ask the young master."

Hearing this, a flash of resistance and hesitation flashed across Ning Qingqing's face.

"The painter doesn't have much time to stay in the capital. If the young mistress hesitates, I'm afraid she will miss this opportunity."

Han Lin added oil and vinegar this time, and as expected, Ning Qingqing suddenly made up his mind: "Where is Li Xiaohan, I want to see him."