Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Taking out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, Shangguan Qianmian poured a glass for herself, and poured a full glass of red wine into her stomach. She seemed to feel that the pain all over her body was relieved a little.

Lying on the sofa, Shangguan Qianmian slightly closed her eyes, thinking to herself, what is the relationship between her and Leng Xiaoli?What is she in Leng Xiaoli's heart?

Is it the one who loves each other but can't love it, or the one whose fate is entangled and can't give up?

And what about Leng Xiaoli to her?What kind of existence is it?

Is it the male god he pursued when he was young?Or is it a heart disease that cannot be let go after growing up?What did she love about him?She couldn't even tell it herself, but it was this ambiguity, ambiguity, which entangled her and him, but there was always a gap between them, so they couldn't really get close to each other.

Shangguan Qianmian slowly turned over, buried her face in the sofa, and stopped the bitter tears.

In fact, she once considered that if she was the one who might die when she was with him, then she might really take a little luck and rush over without hesitation and fear of death.

But now it is her parents who are in danger, how can she take chances?

Shangguan Qianmian gave a wry smile, turned over, poured another glass of red wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

The alcohol rolled up from her stomach, making her mind a little dizzy.

Looking at the dim lights outside the window, she suddenly felt that the "it's not the end of the world" she said to Xiao Nian just now was really just a lie.

Now, she really feels that everything around her seems to be meaningless to her, and the future life, the life of cutting Leng Xiaoli out of her life, may no longer be interesting...

At the same time, in the villa Leng Xiaoli bought for Shangguan Qianmian in the suburbs——

"Cough, cough..." There were heart-piercing coughs from the bedroom.

Nanny Mrs. Zhang stood beside the bed in the bedroom, holding a bowl of medicine and frowning.

There was a person lying on the bed, his face was pale and bloodless, even his lips didn't seem to have the slightest luster.

Perhaps no one can believe that the patient who is lying on the bed with a sickly face and looks vulnerable, is the demon god Leng Xiaoli who makes international killer groups and terrorists fearful!

The current Leng Xiaoli seems to be a weak patient who has been lingering on the sickbed for a long time. He is sick and has no vitality in his whole body.

Leng Xiaoli covered his lips and coughed continuously, the sound became louder and louder, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

"Master... you should go to the hospital to have a look. You have had a fever for more than a week, and the fever has not gone away. If you continue like this, Mr. and Mrs. don't know what you will be worried about? I... I also I can't hide it for you anymore..." Mrs. Zhang frowned and said worriedly.

"No...don't tell my parents..." Leng Xiaoli said hoarsely, suppressing a cough.

"But……"

"It's okay! It's just a cold...cough cough...it'll be fine soon..." Leng Xiaoli waved his hand, covered his lips and coughed.

Auntie Zhang frowned, hesitated for a long time before nodding and said: "Well, this bowl of medicine is prescribed by an old Chinese doctor in my hometown. You drink it for two days. If you still don't feel better, you must go to the hospital, you know?" ?”

Leng Xiaoli nodded, sat up propped up, and took the bowl from Aunt Zhang's hand.

Seeing him finish drinking the medicine, Mrs. Zhang shook her head and left the bedroom with a sigh.

Leng Xiaoli covered his lips and coughed violently for a while before finally calming down a little.

With a sickly blush on his face, he leaned against the bed, took out his cell phone, and stared at the phone number that he had searched hundreds of times, but he didn't dare to dial it.

What couldn't get out of his mind was Shangguan Qianmian's indifferent and almost unfamiliar eyes when he left that day.

He knew that if some words were spoken, it would be impossible for them in this life.But it was about her parents, he couldn't hide it anymore, he had to make her understand that the gap between him and her was not just a gap, but the life and death of relatives...

He never understood why he had such ability, and sometimes he even hated himself for having such ability, did not serve the prophet?Heh, it sounds pretty powerful, but it's actually useless at all.

Perhaps, only when someone else shoots, his ability can come in handy to help him avoid the vital point and save his life.

But now, he would rather he never had this ability, even if he was killed by a bullet in the battle, it would be better than what he is now, suffering...suffering...

From the day Shangguan Qianmian left, he had a persistent high fever and a constant cough, which has not improved until now.Now that I think about it, maybe this is someone punishing him in the dark. Punishing him knows that it will hurt her, but he still approached her brazenly and disturbed her.

It's good to stay sick like this, at least he can find an excuse for himself not to go to her, not to bother her...

Early the next morning, Shangguan Qianmian was awakened by the sound of the phone.

She raised her head from the sofa, subconsciously touched the phone, saw Xiao Nian's name on the screen, and woke up a little.

Last night, after drinking almost half a bottle of red wine, she fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.

"Hey, Xiao Nian..." Shangguan Qianmian shook his head to wake himself up before answering the phone.

"Hey, Sister Mianmian, you have an announcement in the afternoon to shoot an advertisement for the xxx brand. Get up quickly. I'm going to buy your favorite steamed buns and rice noodles, and I'll pick you up at your home later." Xiao Nian on the other end of the phone said excitedly.

"Announcement?" Shangguan Qianmian rubbed his eyes, and it took him a while to realize that she was the one who asked Xiao Nian to tell the company that she was available for work last night, but he never expected that a job would come to her so soon.

"Sister Qianmian, you must have forgotten, but I have already promised the other party, if you don't go..." Xiao Nian heard that Shangguan Qianmian was a little surprised, and suddenly became anxious.

"No, how could I forget, I'll get up now, just pick me up later!" Shangguan Qianmian said quickly.

"That's good!" Xiao Nian felt relieved and hung up the phone.

Shangguan Qianmian got up from the sofa, put away the half-drunk red wine and glasses on the coffee table, and then dragged to the bathroom.

In the mirror, there was a female ghost-like woman with disheveled hair, confused eyes, and black eyes. Shangguan Qianmian froze for a moment before realizing that it was herself that was reflected in the mirror.

She stared at the lifeless face in the mirror for a long time, then suddenly stretched out her hand, patted her cheek twice vigorously, and said to the mirror: "Shangguan Qianmian, cheer me up!"

When Xiao Nian brought the food to Shangguan Qianmian's house, as soon as the door opened, her eyes lit up.

"Sister Qianmian, you are so beautiful!" Xiao Nian exclaimed in surprise.