Chapter 738

Liang qiange looks out the door.

But suddenly I felt a hand on my waist.

When she turned her head, she saw that Bo Xiushen had come over and pressed him half around the wall.

Liang qiange couldn't laugh or cry. He reached out and pushed the man's chest. Looking at his cold and deep facial features, he asked lazily, "what time is it?"

Bo Xiushen looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table and reached her ear. Her thin cold lips pressed against her ear and said, "six o'clock."

She's been sleeping all day.

No wonder I'm hungry.

Thinking that he could have dinner soon, Liang qiange wanted to go out and see what to eat tonight.

As a result, the man in front of her hooped her and didn't let her move at all.

Liang qiange raised his head, on the thin Xiushen line of sight, his eyes are looking at her lips, aware that she looked over, just lifted the eyelids, black pupil, is her reflection.

Liang qiange felt that the tip of her ear itched, only to find that her thin fingers were touching her earlobe, but also holding the upper ear hole.

As soon as he pinched her, she felt a little soft and numb.

He knows where her weakness lies.

Liang qiange knew the intention of Bo Xiushen.

But she's really hungry now.

So she tried to push the man out again.

Still not pushed away.

The bathroom is nearby, and the smell of sterilized alcohol is still obvious.

Liang qiange did not care about thin Xiushen's more and more wanton behavior, holding his face and asking: "are you injured?"

The man's movement, buried in her neck between the head, raised.

Liang qiange was worried and asked, "how did you get hurt? where? Let me see. "

She said, trying to grab his hand.

But the man clasped her wrist with his backhand and pressed her hand against the wall.

Liang qiange was clamped, frowned, puzzled at him.

She lowered her head and bit her clavicle.

Liang qiange felt pain, "hoarse" a, the man finally loosened his mouth, thin lips in that position rubbed for a while, then the voice was low and hoarse: "in disinfection."

Liang qiange even more puzzled: "what poison to eliminate?"

Her voice did not fall, her body suddenly soared.

The man's hard arm lifted her up, walked to the edge of the bed and put her in the middle of the bed.

Outside, Aunt Mei's voice came in from time to time: "strange, where have you been? I saw it when I cleaned the drawer this morning... "

Liang qiange in the back couldn't hear clearly, because Bo Xiushen untied her clothes. There was only the sound of two people's lips and teeth blending in her ear. She was not in the mood to pay attention to other things.

When the air in the room became hotter, Liang qiansinger reached over to the bedside table and wanted to open the drawer to get something.

The arm just reached half, was caught back, the slender wrist was held by the man, and he put it on the lip, close kiss up.

Liang qiange's hand broke away, or to take it, just experienced the nearly pregnant oolong, she can now be vigilant, a little afraid to relax.

"I'll take it." Bo Xiushen said, leaning down and kissing Liang qiange's eyes.

She was forced to close her eyes, so she did not see the man put his hand on his trousers pocket which he had left aside. After fumbling there, she moved her hand to the bedside table. After opening the drawer of the bedside table, she did not put her hand in, but there was a small square object in the palm.

In the middle of his life, he opened his eyes again.

By the time they left the room, it was late.

Chunjin has gone, and Liang Xiaoyi is still in the study.

When Liang qiange came out in his pajamas, he was followed by Bo Xiushen. Bo Xiushen's hand was supporting her waist and kneading her slowly.

He rubbed a few times, Liang qiange clapped his hand, looked back at him, washed his hands and went to the kitchen.

After stuttering in front of the pot, she wandered to the study again. Seeing that her son had not written the code, but was watching the live broadcast, she went over.

In the live broadcast, a pale faced teenager with a woolen hat on his head is still wearing two clothes in June. Next to the camera, there is a chess board. He is playing chess.

When Liang qiange saw Sheng Qingyan, he was a little stunned.

When Liang Xiaoyi saw her mother come in, she turned her head and said with a smile, "Mom, brother Xiaoyan can live again."

Liang qiange stood behind the computer chair, looked at the child in the camera and pursed his lips.

Liang Xiaoyi began to type again, brushing a line on the few bullet screens: brother Xiaoyan, my mother has come to see you.

There was a delay in the live broadcast. The boy playing chess didn't see it for the first time. After a while, he looked at the camera with a smile. Then he nodded politely and said, "Hello, auntie."Liang qiange did not speak.

Liang Xiaoyi typed on the screen again: brother Xiaoyan, you must get better soon.

The teenagers on the screen smile after seeing the bullet screen and gently nod their heads, but there are some helpless children still can't understand under their eyes.

He thinks he can't be good.

Sheng Qingyan and Sheng Jingmin are totally different. Sheng Jingmin is strong and stubborn, but shengqingyan is gentle and friendly.

If it is not known that they are father and son, Liang qiange can hardly connect them.

Sheng Qingyan was only broadcast for half an hour. On the way, he took a sip of water. Liang qiange saw the cup he was using. It was the commemorative cup that she bought in a nearby supermarket when she and Xiaoyi visited.

Liang qiange didn't like Sheng family very much, but she didn't mean to the child.

Thinking of Sheng Jingmin mentioned before, Sheng Qingyan said that when he was a child, when his mother was pregnant, her mother's work and rest were not good, so she was poor from childhood. Liang qiange could not help but look at his son.

Liang Xiaoyi was also ill for a while when she was a child. In PICU, the doctor's notice of critical illness was issued, saying that it was very likely that she would leave. Liang qiange was not reconciled. She gave up everything, took care of it day and night, and took good care of it. With the help of Ning Jiao, she asked for help from several professors. She spent money and energy, and finally pulled him back.

At that time, when Xiao Yi was given injections every day, his face was yellow and thin, and his blood vessels were under his skin. The skin was as thin as a piece of paper. When she held it gently, his hand would break.

But fortunately, those tortured little translators will not remember.

Liang qiange also looked at the black live room interface that had been closed.

Sheng Qingyan is not as lucky as Xiaoyi.

But is there a connection between their diseases?

"Mom?" The child's voice interrupted Liang qiange's thoughts.

Liang qiange bowed his head and saw that his son had come down from the computer chair and his hand was pulling the corner of her clothes.

"Well?" She asked.

Liang Xiaoyi blinked his eyes and said, "grandma Mei has called for dinner."

Liang qiange came to his senses and heard Aunt Mei calling them outside.

She took her son's hand and took him to wash his hands. Then they sat down on the table and waited for dinner.

When Bo Xiushen hung up the phone, he passed by Liang qiange's side, stroked her hair with his hand, then lowered his head to kiss her on the top of her head, and then sat down beside her.

After the four were seated, Aunt Mei took the bowl and asked, "did miss qiange see my sewing box?"

Liang qiange heard a "cluttering" sound, she turned to see is thin Xiushen accidentally dropped chopsticks on the ground.