After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

"Wen Shimo, the computer is my privacy. If you force it to look at it without my consent, I can sue you." Qiao Ran said while pulling Wen Shimo away.

Because of too much force, the dragon and phoenix locust in the body sensed the strength of her exercise, and started to attack again.

Qiao Ran only felt her heart hurt like it was being torn, and she gasped, and then, she felt a salty smell welling up in her throat.

While Qiao Ran was controlling to prevent the blood from spitting out, Wen Shimo opened the closed notebook while she was loose.

Seeing this, Qiao Ran was anxious and angry, and spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

Wen Shimo turned his head and saw a pool of red on the white carpet, his eyes tightened suddenly, and he ran over to hug Qiao Ran who was lying backwards in his arms.

"Qiao Ran, what's wrong with you?" Wen Shimo's voice trembled, full of fear and tension.

"I'm fine, it's because I drank too much wine just now, you go out, I'll take some medicine and rest for a night." Qiao Ran said calmly.

Regarding coughing up blood, Qiao Ran really didn't feel it.

Every time she coughed up blood, she didn't feel any pain, but she could clearly feel her body getting weaker.

This is exactly what makes Qiao Ran feel miraculous and terrifying about the dragon and phoenix locust technique.

It makes you feel no pain, but it keeps damaging your body, and you don't know when you will die.

"The wine you drank today is less than half of what you drank with Brian before. You didn't drink stomach bleeding before. How could you have stomach bleeding with a few bottles of beer today?" Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran incredulously, as if Use his majestic eyes to see Qiao Ran take the initiative to tell the truth.

Unexpectedly, he still remembered how much wine she and Brian drank.

Seeing the tension on Wen Shimo's face, Qiao Ran's heart tightened.

I didn't expect that he would have a day when he would care about her nervously.

Qiao Ran, look at how promising you are, you are actually honored by his care.

It's so pathetic and pathetic.

But what to do, she just couldn't restrain her emotions.

"The time Song Yuyuan took me away, he kicked me until my stomach was pierced, and I had just healed up, and I forgot about the pain.

I drank a few more bottles of wine, and you wanted to see the privacy of my computer. As soon as I was anxious, my stomach protested to me.

As long as you don't look at my computer, I'm fine, go back quickly! "

Qiao Ran didn't lie, she was indeed kicked by Song Yuyuan until her stomach bleeds.

It's just that her stomach has healed a long time ago. This is the blood coughed up from her lungs after being injured by Song Wanrou's dragon and phoenix locust technique.

Although Qiao Ran's explanation was reasonable, Wen Shimo did not believe that the blood she coughed up just now was injured by Song Yuyuan.

With her medical skills, Song Yuyuan's kick should have healed long ago.

The reason why she coughed up blood should be the same as the reason why she didn't know martial arts.

Seeing her normal reaction, coughing up blood should be something she got used to.

The strange art must be related to Song Wanrou's strange art.

"Don't worry, I won't look at your computer no matter if you're on four ignition or not. Where's your medicine? I'll get it for you." Wen Shimo said softly.

Qiao Ran pointed to the camouflage bag on the cabinet: "It's in the bag!"

Wen Shimo went to get the travel bag, Qiao Ran immediately turned off the computer, and then took the computer to the bed.

Seeing how precious Qiao Ran was to her computer, for fear that he would open her Pandora's Box, Wen Shimo smiled helplessly.

"Don't worry, I was just teasing you just now, and I didn't really want to look at your phone. I still have the morality of respecting other people's privacy. In your eyes, am I that bad and immoral?" Wen While talking, Shi Mo handed a medicine box to Qiao Ran.

"On the first night of signing the divorce, you sneaked up on me and caused me to fall, and forced me to treat your favorite disease many times.

You forced me to apologize to you Bai Yueguang many times, beat me many times, and you Bai Yueguang died, and you framed me as a murderer.

How bad you are, how much you haven't apologized, don't you have any clues in your heart? "Qiao Ran looked into Wen Shimo's eyes and asked sneeringly with disdain.

Recalling his former self, Wen Shimo really had nothing to say.

He is indeed so bad that he even looks down on himself, a ridiculous and stupid hateful big scumbag.

Just because he felt that she was using him as a chess piece to get revenge on Xu Xueman.

In order to get back that poor self-esteem, he ignored the obvious framing many times and hurt Qiao Ran against his will.

"I'm sorry!" Wen Shimo apologized from the bottom of his heart.

Qiao Ran, who was looking for medicine, suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Shimo in disbelief.

"Has the sun come out from the west? President Wen, who has always been arrogant, will actually bow his head and admit his mistake." Qiao Ran looked mockingly at the arrogant man in front of him.

"Maybe it's because when people face unknown and dangerous things, they will recall the past. Looking back on the past few years, I really have a lot of regrets for you.

I apologize to you now, so that I don't have the opportunity to say it when I want to, and leave irreparable regrets, Qiao Ran, I'm sorry, I don't ask you to forgive me.

But hopefully we can do what you said on the plane, since we're lucky enough to be on this mission together.

Let us temporarily put aside those grievances and grievances, and fight together to face and overcome unknown dangers. Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran sincerely and said.

Qiao Ran thought of Wen Shimo's tragic mission ten years ago.

It is understandable that he will not have confidence in the next task.

"Wen Shimo, don't think about it, we will succeed." Qiao Ran looked at Wen Shimo and said firmly.

Looking at Qiao Ran's bright and bright eyes, Wen Shimo felt like his heart was being injected with an energy potion, and he was full of confidence in restarting the Thunder Lion battle in a few days.

"Yes, we will succeed." Wen Shimo said as he handed the glass to Qiao Ran.

Qiao Ran took the medicine and looked at Wen Shimo gently.

"Go back and rest, good night!"

Wen Shimo didn't speak, but walked into the bathroom and took out a hair dryer.

"You're not feeling well. Dry your hair and go to bed so as not to get sick and affect the next task."

"I'll just blow it myself!" Qiao Ran said as he was going to get the hair dryer.

"You're not feeling well, don't move around." Wen Shimo aggressively pushed Qiao Ran's hand away, pressed the blower button, and gently blown Qiao Ran's hair.

The warm wind blows through the hair, and the gentle fingertips run through the hair, but Qiao Ran's heart beats wildly uncontrollably.

She never thought that one day Wen Shimo would blow her hair.

At the end of the countdown to life, is this another dream come true?

Although this kind of thinking is very fruitless, to be honest, he can complete a mission with Wen Shimo before he dies, and it is such an important and meaningful mission, Qiao Ran feels that even if he dies, he will have no regrets.

Compared with life, those things that were hurt by him in the past seemed so insignificant.

Touching Qiao Ran's soft and slender black hair for the first time, Wen Shimo's heart was also extremely complicated.

During the three years of his marriage with Qiao Ran, he worked in the study and often saw Qiao Ran leaning on the sofa watching TV when he went downstairs.

Spread a freshly washed long black hair on the other side of the sofa to dry naturally.

Often, before her hair is dry, she herself falls asleep during the drama.

He often stared at her sleeping face in a daze, trying to dry her hair with a hairdryer.

I want to cover her with a blanket.

Want to carry her upstairs to the bedroom to sleep.

In the end, because of his sense of responsibility to Song Wanqing, he deliberately woke her up in a cynical way.

Because he was afraid that the more times he was intimate with her, he would want to get closer to her even more uncontrollably, wanting to get more.

In his dream, his imagination of blow-drying her pitch-black hair came true.

But in a few days, a cruel drug war will be ushered in.

This time, can they return safely?