Smell speech turn head Qi Qingfeng to see to Yu small, his lips Cape slowly a hook, show a good-looking radian.

"Here you are." Qi Qingfeng slowly put down the book in his hand, and his face was light, but he had been ready for Yu Xiaoxiao to walk into the door to see that he would slap him hard when he was safe.

After all, who let him cheat her

But thinking of Yu Xiaoxiao's strength, Qi Qingfeng's heart is still a little weak.

"Mr. Qi, are you ok?" Yu Xiaoyi looks at Qi Qingfeng in a dazed way, and comes slowly.

Until he reached Qi Qingfeng's side, Yu Xiaoxiao reached out and pinched Qi Qingfeng's cheek carefully.

Feeling the warmth coming from the palm of his hand, Yu Xiaoxiao pours into Qi Qingfeng's arms next second and starts to cry.

The cry was so heartbreaking that even ye ran outside the room could hear one or two points.

Qi Qingfeng's heart rocked, and the pain spread along his chest.

"Little, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let you know..." Qi Qingfeng holds Yu's small face in a helpless way and wipes her tears with heartache.

But the tears on this white face are like the gurgling spring water, never stopping.

In the end, Qi Qingfeng can only hold Yu Xiaoxiao deeply in her arms, let her cry and vent, and only use the gentle voice to coax her.

Yu Xiaoxiao's back was gently patted by the broad palm, trying to appease her violent mood.

He never thought that Yu Xiaoxiao would cry like now, let alone that the person who made her cry would be him.

Qi Qingfeng can't wait to kill himself on the spot!

If he can choose again, he would rather all things be made public to let Tao die, the murderer, than hurt Yu Xiaoxiao.

"Little, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Qi Qingfeng's deep voice whispered in her ear, "my heart hurts when you cry..."

His thin lips fell gently between Yu's little hair. He could only look at the weeping people in his arms painfully without knowing how to comfort him.

For a long time, Yu Xiaoxiao was able to recover from the crying.

A pair of good-looking water eyes have swollen into walnuts at this time, Qi Qingfeng looks even more distressed, and he suddenly feels that Yu Xiaoxiao's hands slapped him more than a dozen ears, which is not as painful as now.

"Mr. Qi." Yu Xiaoxiao inhaled snivel, was looking at Qi Qingfeng, a pair of small hands tightly grasp his chest clothes, "you really are not hurt?"

Qi Qingfeng shook his head gently. "That man did carry a pistol, but he is a novice, and the hit rate is too low, so I can stand in front of you now."

Although half of this is true and half is false, for Yu Xiaoxiao, these details are enough.

"That's fine, you're fine." After Yu Xiao's novel, he took a deep breath and leaned his head against Qi Qingfeng's wet chest again.

Listening to his steady heartbeat, Yu Xiaoxiao felt that the whole heart was alive again.

Now Qi Qingfeng is still safe in front of her. That's enough. She doesn't care how to say the news, just like Qi Qingfeng doesn't care how to write the lace news.

Qi Qingfeng saw Yu Xiaoxiao's reaction and frowned together. "Xiaoxiao, are you not angry?"

He leaned down and asked Yu Xiaoxiao in a whisper.

Yu Xiaoxiao nodded and mumbled: "angry, very angry."

"Then you..." Qi Qingfeng said half, but did not know how to go on.

Does he want to ask Yu Xiaoxiao why he is not angry?

Thinking of this problem, even Qi Qingfeng can't help but laugh at himself.

Yu Xiao raised her face from Qi Qingfeng's arms. She looked at him with great seriousness and firmness. "It doesn't matter. What's important is that you are safe, Mr. Qi."

Said that, Yu small a pair of small hands on Qi Qingfeng's waist, "as long as you are safe enough."

A simple sentence fell on Qi Qingfeng's heart like a needle, which made his heart quiver.

It seems that at this moment, Yu Xiaoxiao's name is imprinted on Qi Qingfeng's chest like a brand.

All of a sudden, even if something happened in the news, he would be worth his life.

"Small?"

"Well?" Yu Xiaoxiao hears Qi Qingfeng's voice, subconsciously looks up at him, but sees Qi Qingfeng bows his head and slowly rushes towards her.

A kiss as light as a cicada's wings falls gently on Yu's lips. Qi Qingfeng whispers in her ear, "I love you all my life."

Yu Xiaoxiao suddenly chuckles, but her bright eyes are full of warmth.

"Mr. Qi, will you be too stingy? People promise you ten thousand years!"

Yu Xiaoxiao pretends to be discontented and holds up her head. She looks proud and charming. In fact, Qi Qingfeng can see that she just wants to reassure him.

"Yes, yes, I love you for ten thousand years!" With Yu Xiaoxiao in his arms, Qi Qing sighed helplessly. He leaned over and kissed her head again. "For you, I'd like to be a turtle with you for thousands of years..."

"You are..."

"Yes, I am..."

“……”

Under the moon night, the two people embrace each other sweetly, quietly listening to the wind beside the window, the night is deeper

The next day, when Yu Xiaoxiao woke up, it was very late.

I don't know if I was too tired by car the night before yesterday, so I slept so long.

"Are you awake?" Looking at Yu Xiaoxiao sitting on the bed, he was still dazed. Qi Qingfeng chuckled and took a light look at her on the sofa in the room.

Yu Xiaoxiao shakes his head in a daze, and it's a long time before he thinks about last night.

"Mr. Qi, since you are OK, can I go back?"

Yu Xiaoxiao said while wearing clothes.

"Here..." Qi Qingfeng hesitated for a moment and didn't say it directly, but what he wanted to express was almost what Yu Xiao already knew.

Just Yu Xiaoxiao doesn't understand why Qi Qingfeng did it.

She looked at Qi Qingfeng doubtfully, as if waiting for him to give a statement.

Qi Qingfeng waves to Yu Xiaoxiao and beckons her to come to him.

Yu little unknown so, but still in accordance with Qi Qingfeng's instructions slowly walked to his side, habitual nest into Qi Qingfeng's arms.

Looking at the stable woman in her arms, Qi Qingfeng's lips slowly drew up a trace of arc.

"You should know that I had a car accident a few years ago, that car accident..." Qi Qingfeng said here and paused for a moment. Everything in the past came like a tsunami. His father's words before his death, as well as his eyes and memories, made his heart suffer again.