good night warlord

Gu Qingyi did not fall asleep. Although her eyes were closed, she could still hear the sound of Zhizhi washing fruit, hearing her peeling the fruit plate, hearing her walking around in the ward, hearing her half-opening the curtains to breathe, listening to When she adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, she was a little surprised to hear her call:
"Mr. Zhan..."

Gu Qingyi's heart tightened, and the hands covered under the quilt naturally tightened.

He's fine, he's not in a vegetable state...

This thought made her tightly closed eyelids get wet, she pressed her face on the thick pillow without any trace, and wiped away the tear that fell from the corner of her eye.

Perhaps the man made a gesture of silence, so Zhi Zhi lowered his voice:

"Qingyi fell asleep."

"I know."

"Then I'll go out first, Mr. Zhan, please accompany her well."

"Well, thank you."

Gu Qingyi discovered that the consequence of closing her eyes and pretending to sleep was that her senses of hearing, smell and touch became abnormally sensitive.

She heard his steady footsteps, and smelled his special clear and ocean-like breath, and felt that he was pinning his hair behind his ears, so soft and slow.

Gentle lips touched her forehead lightly, and she opened her eyes.

Different from the attachment in the past, and without the surprise that Yan imagined during the war, the girl's eyes were cold and distant, and she was looking at him quietly.

During the war, Yan was slightly stunned, and wanted to raise his hand to touch her small face, but the girl raised her hand to block his movement:

"Help me up."

Although her voice was very soft, there was some coldness in it.

The blocked palm was suspended in the air stiffly, his eyes were condensed, and after helping her to sit up, he raised his lips and asked:
"Yi Baoer, what's the matter?" She had never refused his touch, this was the first time.

Gu Qingyi looked at the man in front of her with clear eyes.

His face was a little pale, his deep eyes never moved away from her face, Gu Qingyi didn't look away, and met his eyes straightly:

"I have something to ask you."

"What do you want to ask?"

During the war, Yan's eyes became darker, and his wife's obvious coldness puzzled him.

Gu Qingyi calmly asked:

"You guessed who the murderer is going to kill us, right?"

"Who?"

"It's the Gong family. My mother's death three years ago, my father's poisoning, and today's car accident were all caused by the Gong family." Gu Qingyi narrated this fact, not in a question, but in affirmative tone.

During the war, Yan's pupils tightened:

"There is no evidence to prove it yet, Yi Baoer, what you said is just speculation."

"Shi Yan, why do you think I'm guessing? According to common sense, you should immediately ask someone to investigate whether my guess is true." Gu Qingyi's eyes were full of persecution and questioning, Zhan Shiyan didn't like her very much. This way, as if he wasn't her husband:

"Yi Baoer, I will look for evidence, but why do you question me like this?"

Seeing the pain in his eyes, Gu Qing subconsciously clenched her thighs with her fingers hidden under the quilt. The clear pain allowed her to maintain her sanity:

"I don't want to question you either. I just can't accept that my mother died because of you. Even my father almost couldn't wake up. Even I almost died because of you."

Her tone was a little higher, not knowing whether to remind herself or him.

As cold as him, when he heard her accusation, his complexion changed very badly, and he had a bad premonition in his heart:
"Father-in-law is already awake, Yi Baoer, you are fine now."

He tried to touch her cheek again, hoping to give his wife some sense of security, but Gu Qingyi avoided it again:
"This is only temporary, what about the future, a lifetime is so long, can you guarantee that it won't happen again in the future?"

"I can."

"I dare not, the assassination again and again is all because of you.

I'm scared, let's get a divorce. "

These five words seemed to be like a fixing spell, which made this man who just woke up from a coma stunned. He never thought that his Yi Baoer would say that he wanted a divorce after going through life and death together:

"I don't agree."

For the expected answer, Gu Qing stared at him intently, with unprecedented coldness in his eyes:

"Yan during the war, you can't be so selfish. My dad and I can't be the victims of your battle for the interests of the Zhan family."

During the war, Yan was also full of anger. He stood up abruptly, turned his back, and spoke in a cold tone that seemed to be quenching the ice:
"Yi Bao'er, it's just that you were greatly stimulated today, that's why you're so scared.

I understand you, let's talk about this issue after you relax. "

Seeing him about to leave, Gu Qingyi raised her voice:

"Are you going to get rid of everyone in the Gong family? Just like eradicating the offshoots of the Zhan family three years ago?"

Yan did not look back during the war, but his answer said it all:
"As long as there is doubt, it doesn't matter whether there is evidence or not."

"What about the Brady family? What can you do?"

"Sooner or later..."

"Don't say that you will do it sooner or later, the people who hunted us down in the capital are members of the Black You Party.

If you weren't in a coma, Jiang Heng might not have told me.

Wartime Yan, I can understand why you kept it from me, because you know that if the opponent is the Brady family, there is nothing you can do. "

The word powerless made Wartime Yan stop in his tracks:

"..."

"I thought that when I was with you, life would be peaceful and happy, but I never thought that because of you, there would be no peace and happiness, and every day I escaped from death."

"I will protect you and the Gu family."

"It's not just talking, you can't do it."

"Yi Baoer, I don't believe this is the reason you want to divorce."

During the war, Yan turned around and looked at his dejected wife. His whole body was surrounded by deep sadness, which was suppressed and must be restrained.

Gu Qingyi didn't look at him again, she lowered her eyes and murmured a word:

"I already know the new prescription you asked Ji Lao to prescribe."

During the war, Yan's hands hanging by his side changed from clenched to fists, and gradually changed as if they could crush bones and blood.

Nothing can hurt people more than this reason, he is a normal man, and he is a proud man, such a noble man:
"..."

Gu Qingyi didn't look at his reaction, but she knew from the low air pressure coming out of the ward that she really hurt this man:

"We divorced."

This was the second time he heard the word divorce today, and he didn't want to hear it the third time.

He looked at the emaciated girl on the hospital bed, although the palm of his hand was bleeding, but he still suppressed his anger and tried to tell her:

"Yi Baoer, you said that you love me."

"Do you know why I say that?"

why?
Is there any reason to love him?

During the war, Yan pursed his lips tightly, his stern cheeks tensed.

Gu Qingyi raised her eyes again, looked at him, and recalled lightly:
"Do you still remember the night when I eloped with Rong Zhe and you caught me on the spot?
It's the first time I call you husband. "