Chapter 4143

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened the window, stretched out her head to look out, and saw the beggar lying on the ground, still stretching out that mutilated hand towards the direction she left, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say...

Zhuang Xiaoyu could only feel something gushing out of her heart and slowly pulling away from her body, but she couldn't figure out what kind of feeling it was.

My heart seemed to be blocked by something, suffocated to the point of difficulty breathing, but I didn't know what kind of feeling it was...

The carriage was bumping back and forth, the sky was gloomy, and snowflakes were still falling in mid-air, Zhuang Xiaoyu recalled those eyes looking at her from time to time in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind, it seemed somewhat familiar .

She didn't know how she got home, how she returned to the bedroom, Yu Sui only felt that the eldest lady lost her mind after being frightened by the dirty and smelly beggar.

She waited on Zhuang Xiaoyu to comb and wash, and just after drying her long hair, Qin Wuyan came in.

The man took the peach-wood comb from Yu Sui's hand and signaled Yu Sui to go out. He stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, gently combed her waterfall-like hair, and asked softly, "Where did you go with Yu Sui today?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the man's blurred face in the mirror, her mind was dull for a moment, and then she slowly said: "I went to a clothing store and a cloth store. It's almost Chinese New Year. I bought you some clothes and some cloth. Let everyone make a few new year clothes for each of them."

The corners of Qin Wuyan's pretty lips curled up silently: "I've never seen you love going to the market so much before, but I didn't expect you to have such a hobby now."

Zhuang Xiaoyu's expression froze, she clenched her fists resting on her knees, silently lowered her head, her hair escaped from the teeth of the wooden comb, Qin Wuyan simply threw the comb on the dressing table.

"What's wrong?" Qin Wuyan thought of Wenzhu's report, and held Zhuang Xiaoyu's chin with his palm, forcing her to look at him: "Unhappy?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu broke away the hand that was pinching her chin, and said in a low voice, "No, I'm just a little sleepy."

"Are you scared?"

"Probably so." Zhuang Xiaoyu was vague.

Qin Wuyan gently caressed Zhuang Xiaoyu's small face with his palm, "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

He held Zhuang Xiaoyu's cheek, kissed her brows and eyes thinly with his thin lips, and his breathing became heavier little by little: "Xiaoyu, give me a baby."

When she has a child, for the sake of the child, she will gradually trust herself as before.

When mentioning the child, a face flashed through Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind. Before she could figure out how to contact that person next time, Qin Wuyan lifted her up and put her on the bed... ...

The man's passion seemed to be stained with fire, and the surge of love invaded her like a flood of beasts. Zhuang Xiaoyu was quickly defeated, defeated and exhausted...

Qin Wuyan embraced the person who had fallen asleep in his arms, stroked her sweat-drenched black hair with his fingertips, kissed the unconscious Zhuang Xiaoyu who was sleeping, and whispered: "Xiaoyu, I love you! "

No one in this world can love you more than me.

Qin Wuyan tucked in the quilt, put on his clothes and got up, went to the meeting hall, and called Wenzhu: "Madam was really frightened, please describe to me the scene at that time carefully, and what the beggar looked like , why did you scare Madam to such an extent?"