Pampered Darling: 99 Yuan Sweet Wife

   She just said that she was hungry to relieve the embarrassing atmosphere, and Lousler really ordered someone to serve. She thought that the Great Demon King would disdain to eat at the same table with Lousler.

  Who would have thought that not only did he not refuse, but he ate it very deliciously.

   In someone else's territory, Su Qingqing really wanted to ask the Great Demon King how he could keep his face from humiliation and not change his face.

   "What's the matter, isn't luscious food unpalatable?"

   The two men looked at her at the same time, and even when they spoke, every word was exactly the same.

   Not to mention, it's okay. In this way, Su Qingqing was pushed to the cusp of the storm, and the whole person was not feeling well. "Um... Actually, it's okay, but suddenly I'm not so hungry, and I want to sleep for a while."

   "Since you're sleepy, you don't have to accompany us. Go upstairs to rest first. I have something to talk about with Erye Quan." Lousler said lightly.

  Su Qingqing swallowed her saliva, grabbed Quan Moting's wrist and hugged it in her arms, she didn't let go, she said willfully, "No, I...I want him to accompany me, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Quan Moting raised his beautiful lips, and in his narrow and stern eyes, the darkness was deep and bottomless, "I'm so sorry, Qingqing has been spoiled by me, she has always been clingy, like a child. Yes, I don't know if she has slept well in the past few days when I'm not here, it's caused a lot of trouble for Mr. Luo."

   "Oh, that's not true, Qingqing is a well-behaved child, but I am not well entertained." Lusler calmly suppressed his displeasure, and received the expectant look of Su Qingqing Baba, and there was absolutely no way to refuse.

  Losler smiled slightly, squinted his eyes, and said with relief, "Second Master Quan is tired of traveling and driving, your husband and wife haven't seen each other for many days, but it's my negligence."

He turned his head and glanced at Luo Xie, his voice was low and majestic, "Second Master Quan is our boyhood guest, the room Qingqing originally lived in was too small, you ordered the servants to clean up another big one and come out, not to be neglected. "

  Luo Xie nodded: "Yes, foster father, I'll do it now."

   "Well, it doesn't have to be so troublesome, I'll just take him to the room where I live."

   "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Luo." Quan Moting forcibly interrupted Su Qingqing's words. Su Qingqing really couldn't understand why he did this.

   Logically speaking, this fellow Rosler will never be so kind, and why is her room so small?

   That's a two-meter bed!

  Su Qingqing couldn't help but want to roll her eyes, her little paw was forcibly pressed down by someone, she couldn't help but looked up at the big devil, and found that the big devil was also looking at her with a half-smile.

  This shit... I haven't seen you for a few days, why is it getting better and better?

  Su Qingqing blushed for nothing, and waited for a long time before the heat on her face slowly subsided, "Second Master, why are you being led by his nose."

  Didn't he come to take her home?

  Why is Su Qingqing looking at it now, the big devil is like a hostage in Lusler's hands, what Lusler says, he does what he does, it is not scientific at all.

   "I know what you're thinking, but the top priority is to take a peaceful nap."

The man took the little wife's hand and entered the room. He couldn't wait to push the person against the door and kissed him again and again. Su Qingqing was taken aback by him, for fear that he would crush the child, so he kept pushing refused his approach.

   "Don't... hurt me." Su Qingqing covered her bitten red lips and gave him a pitiful look.

  Quan Moting laughed instead of anger, and pressed his long fingers to her warm cheeks, gently caressing Su Qingqing's red lips, and murmured, "Only in pain can we believe that this moment is real."

   "Qingqing, I miss you, I miss you so much."

  Suddenly, the man leaned down and buried his warm cheeks on the side of Su Qingqing's neck, expressing his deep thoughts and love.

   Feeling the hot breath exhaled by the man, Su Qingqing felt her legs soften slightly, hugging his thin and strong waist, with a sour smile in her eyes, "Husband, I also... miss you very much."

   "Honey, didn't I come?" Quan Moting took the lead to restrain his emotions, returned to his normal expression, and dragged Su Qingqing to the bedside.

   When he heard that Su Qingqing almost had a miscarriage, he was completely frightened, and now he was stroking his wife's bulging belly, feeling emotional.

   "Qingqing, it's all my fault. I should have picked you up earlier, otherwise you wouldn't have suffered so much. Fortunately, both you and the baby are fine."

  Su Qingqing shook her head, grabbed the man's big hand on her lower abdomen, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind to confess to him.

   "Husband, in fact, I almost had a miscarriage last time..." She bit her red lips, looking like she was hesitating to say something, as if she had something to hide.

   Quan Moting frowned, as if he realized something, clasped Su Qingqing's wrist and asked, "Did you hide something from me?"

   "You hurt me." Su Qingqing broke free in fear, and subconsciously fell to the corner of the sofa, drooping her eyelids, not daring to face the man's gloomy and cold eyes.

   Quan Moting was stunned for a moment and reached out to pull her. Su Qingqing trembled in horror, and there was obvious fear in those watery eyes.

Carefully.

For a while, Quan Moting was stuck in his throat. After pursing his lips, he lowered his voice as calm as possible, "Qingqing, I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have been so fierce to you just now, don't be so afraid of me, I didn't want to. What do you mean, I'm just too anxious."

   He didn't know what was wrong, but seeing Su Qingqing scared of him now, Quan Moting's heart hurt more than a sharp knife.

   "Husband, if I said that, would you be angry with me?" Su Qingqing swallowed and huddled in the corner, still not daring to approach him.

   "Fool, how could I be mad at you." He felt sorry for her that it was too late, how could he be willing to be angry.

   Hearing Quan Moting's assurance, Su Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, tried to move to his side, and slowly admitted her mistake.

   "Actually, I almost had a miscarriage this time, because I deliberately ate that box of bird's nest."

   She argued anxiously, "I didn't eat too much, I just took a bite or two. I really didn't expect it to be so serious. I really regret it. When I found out that the baby was about to bleed, I..."

Su Qingqing looked at Quan Moting's expressionless face, couldn't hold back the sour nose, and burst into tears, "I really know I'm wrong, I... I almost killed the baby myself, husband, you beat me up. Am I okay?"

   She grabbed the man's big palm and wanted to slap her face, but Quan Moting put his arms around her shoulders and forced the crying woman into his warm embrace.

   "Fool, just worry about me being angry about this?"

   Quan Moting sighed, lowered his head to her ear, and said bitterly, "You should really be angry, angry that you didn't listen to me carefully, angry that you were self-willed."

   "Woooooo, people know it's wrong, they really don't dare..."

   "However, no matter how angry I am, I'm still very grateful that Qingqing was able to have children for me, and I'm very grateful to God for letting our children survive." The man narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to trim her ears and hair.

   found that she can really cry now, and after a while, her hair on the temples was wet from crying, but in Quan Moting's eyes, Su Qingqing's cuteness made his heart soft.

   "Be good, stop crying, aren't you tired, I'll sleep with you for a while, eh?"

Taking her hand to the bedside, Quan Moting first took a few wet tissues from the table, wiped her little face like a cat, couldn't help but raised his lips and said, "Look at you, If you continue to cry like this, you will become ugly, you are not allowed to cry any more, do you hear that, eh?"

  Su Qingqing sucked her red nose and secretly told herself that she couldn't cry anymore, otherwise the big devil would laugh.

   "Husband, when can we leave?"

   She looked around to prevent the installation of a monitor in the room, and kept her voice extremely low, "Husband, how many people have you brought here, are you sure if you go out?"

   "Didn't you see it all?" Quan Moting smiled and continued to wipe her face seriously.

  Su Qingqing had two big question marks floating on her forehead and asked, "What?"

   "People."

  Er... Su Qingqing quickly carried out a memory search, and suddenly felt a special disillusionment, "Don't tell me, you brought Song Yu and Steven with you?