Chapter 155

Huang rose represents a deep apology. Of course, an Xiaoqiao understands that there has never been a little girl selling flowers outside the hospital. She has been in the hospital for such a long time and knows whether there is a flower shop within five miles. Ling shaotian really has the ability to tell such a bad lie!

Forget it, whatever, a typical slap to a sweet jujube, when she kneaded the dough, simply ignore it!

Seeing her calm and unable to lift the waves, Ling shaotian was annoyed and held her: "an Xiaoqiao, what do you want to do? En, you are desperate to tell me what happened to me. You forced me to give up you in a decisive way. You ruined my only tenderness. You..." his Eagle Falcon's eyes covered all the pain and scolded an Xiaoqiao's indifference!

For his resentment, an Xiaoqiao interrupted and roared angrily like him: "it's me, it's all me. Ling shaotian, you're not always taking revenge on me, binding me with marriage and tormenting me all your life. Isn't that enough? Ling shaotian, how do you want to vent your anger, or say that your revenge preparation will last forever?"

Bound her, an Xiaoqiao thinks their marriage is a kind of bondage. Ling shaotian's face is cold. He looks like he is in an ice cellar. He smiles instead of anger at the same angry woman in front of him. His bloodthirsty appearance is like a devil running out of a devil's den.

Holding an Xiaoqiao's chin, ignoring her pale haggard appearance, he reached out and hugged her in his arms: "yes, an Xiaoqiao, your revenge is not enough in this life. I think marriage is a constraint, right? If you want to divorce, hum, unless I die, you will be Ling Taitai in this life."

An Xiaoqiao couldn't get rid of his shackles, so he had to rely on his arms. His face was as pale as paper. At first sight, he was recovering from a serious illness.

In the heart once crossed a silk not to give up, turn to be replaced by bigger anger, lower the head to kiss on her soft lips, angrily out of breath, force of trample.

Turn, look up, Ann Xiaoqiao look like death, let him feel like a strong, traitor.

Damn it. He's here to apologize. Why.

Ling shaotian's dark eyes are gloomy. He holds her tightly in his arms and kisses her lips gently like water, just like he is infatuated with treasure. So patient is to see an Xiaoqiao's reaction.

Wenxiang nephrite's body in his arms, hot lips floating in her face: "an Xiaoqiao, I'm kissing you, do you feel it?"

He bewitched, want to let the indifferent anxiaoqiao heart palpitation, slender fingers from the corner of her dress into, across her silky back, fingers light pick, the shackles are untied, in the end has had how many women, just made one hand can untie bar ability, anxiaoqiao frown subconsciously back.

Ling shaotian doesn't give her a chance. She holds her back with her big hand. The other hand has come to her heart and dances with her hot lips on the soft and white.

"Ann Joe, I don't believe you didn't respond." Attractive fruit, stained with water, Ling shaotian felt her heart beat faster.

"You are crazy, I special period, why to do so..." an Xiaoqiao shuddered all over, pushed him away, tightly grasped the collar: "you give me out."

The tension just disappeared, and the air turned into a pink ambiguity.

The evil spirit of the man stepped back and leaned over her angry eyes: "according to you, it can be like this after a special period, right?"

"Hooligans." An Xiaoqiao rolled his eyes, turned and walked to the bedside of physical therapy: "do you want to do physical therapy or not? I have a lot of people waiting here."

Seeing her disdain, Ling shaotian turned to a look of disdain. Her eyes were cold and hazy: "do it, why don't you do it? Your wife will serve her husband personally, of course."

No face no skin of play hooligan, an Xiaoqiao disdain, cold to his eyes: "lie up"

Then he pulled the quilt and pointed to the bed in front of him. Ling shaotian kept staring at an Xiaoqiao and pulled off his trousers. He fell to one side angrily and lay on the bed prickly. As a matter of course, an Xiaoqiao chose to ignore him, and the cold rouyi went directly into the root of his thigh.

This is the winter, when Ling shaotian hot thigh root stick a piece of ice, he did not shrink the body roar, blame an Xiaoqiao is not, but subconsciously frown, completely did not have just angry, grasp her hand: "how so ice, is sick?"

The woman was born cold, for his unprepared care, Ann small Joe suddenly stunned, this man face can not do this horror, she completely can't keep up with the rhythm.

Pull open his warm big palm: "nothing, just cold body."

Ling shaotian saw her estrangement, and her gloomy face was even more gloomy. She lay down, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After two hours of physical therapy, Ling shaotian was lying on the bed at three o'clock in the afternoon. Suddenly, he heard the voice outside, the familiar male voice, with the concern of forbearance: "Xiao Qiao, are you ok? I've heard all about you. Are you ok?"

"Thank you for your regards, senior. I'm fine." Anxiaoqiao sitting in the indifferent should be, voice than usual more add a cool.

Li muyuan heard her estrangement, slightly embarrassed: "I accompany Xinyi to the birth examination, passing by to have a look, I left."

"Good." An Xiaoqiao nodded, without the slightest nostalgia, and turned to work.

What else did the man want to say? He didn't say anything to her coldly after all. Ling shaotian, sitting in the room, was in a good mood when he heard the conversation between them. He put on his clothes and walked out of the physiotherapy room in a happy mood.

When he came out and saw the flowers still lying on his desk, his happy mood was tinged with a trace of haze. He opened his legs and slammed the door of the office. An Xiaoqiao came back and Ling shaotian's figure had left.

It seems that his anger has not disappeared, an Xiaoqiao's eyes on the yellow rose, is ready to take it up and put it away, Xia Yuanyuan stormy into: "I just saw Ling shaotian, is to find you?"

"He's here all afternoon, don't you know?" An Xiaoqiao stares big eyes and asks.

"I just heard from the people above that there was an important guest doing physiotherapy. It turned out that it was Ling Shao. God, this product is open in his own hospital, and he has to come to the hospital to torture you. What a pervert." Xia Yuanyuan scolded, and finally found the flower on her hand, surprised: "flower, he brought?"

An Xiaoqiao nodded, only to hear Xia Yuanyuan's voice of disgust again: "is he funny, nothing to send yellow rose, is not read too many novels, the book of red rose and yellow rose..."

After hearing her words, an Xiaoqiao was speechless. Xia Yuanyuan pulled Zhang Ailing's novel here. That's OK. It's "red rose and white rose" written by others. How can it be pulled to yellow rose again.

He interrupted: "well, what they wrote is" red rose and white rose ". What are you talking about? No culture. It's terrible."

In educating her not to be seduced by Ling shaotian's sugar coated bullets, this woman even dislikes her lack of culture. Why does she hold the heart of a nanny with a flowery face? Is there any reason: "no matter what rose he has, Ann Xiaoqiao, are you a pig head or not? If you are like this, you should be thrown directly into the garbage can."

Said cleanly will hold with apology eight yellow roses, shrewdly throw into the garbage can, an Xiaoqiao a Zheng, quickly picked up: "can happy play, I am also ready to send to the ward, a few days ago that little sister, in room 4, said like roses, when borrow flowers to offer blessing, you this throw more waste."

In fact, she is still reluctant to part with someone's heart after all.

Xia Yuanyuan knew that the little girl, with advanced blood cancer, could not be saved. Well, she took it as a good deed. She nodded and said, "let's go, let's send it together."

Just as they were walking to ward 4 with flowers in their hands, Zheng Xiuli posted a photo on her micro blog with words on it. He said that beautiful flowers would be sent every day. Thank you

Then there were two shy expressions.

Zheng Xiuli is wearing household clothes, holding a big bunch of roses in her arms, smiling sweetly.

When the microblog was sent out, the comment area immediately exploded