Chapter 2930

Qiao Liuhua shook her head. She covered her heart and said, "I see you cry. It's hard here."

She has some pain in her heart, a deep feeling in her heart. She's a little uncomfortable, some can't breathe.

Gong xi Leng shuddered when he heard Qiao Liu's words.

He opened his eyes and looked at Qiao Liu's painting with disbelief. "Painting, you are hurting me. Do you still care about me?"

When gong xi said this, his voice was trembling and slightly stuttering. He asked carefully.

Asked out, but also afraid, waiting to listen to Qiao Liuhua's answer.

Qiao Liuhua shook his head. "I don't know, but it's very painful here. I saw you in my sleep. You seem to kill me. Your eyes are so cold. Gong xi is so cold. Tell me, am I really your wife? Why don't I feel like this. "

Gong xi holds Qiao Liuhua's hand with cold force, "yes, you are my wife, only you, Hua'er, you believe me, believe me..."

As he said, gong xi pressed Qiao Liu's hand on his heart and let her feel his heart beating and his feelings.

Qiao Liuhua looks at Gongxi Leng like this, but he doesn't think he's saying it's fake.

So Qiao Liuhua is confused and tangled.

Her head hurts a little. She doesn't know what's real and what's fake.

Her head hurts a lot.

"Well, it hurts so much..."

Gong xi looks at Qiao Liu's painting so shocked and loses color. "Don't think about it, don't think about it. It will hurt your head, it will hurt..."

Gong xi holds Qiao Liuhua in cold hands, holds her carefully, kisses her hair, cheeks, eyebrows and eyes

He used a gentle gesture to appease the emotion of Qiao Liu's painting.

Although Qiao Liuhua has no memory, she is familiar with the breath in her arms.

She smelled the air on gong xi's cold body, and her mood gradually calmed down.

In fact, Qiao Liu's paintings hurt, and Gong Xi's cold hurt even more.

He can't see Qiao Liuhua's pain. He will die of heartache.

He carefully hugged Qiao Liuhua in his arms, carefully cared for her, and kissed her hair.

"Hua'er, I will not kill you if I kill myself. I gave you a knife that day. You can kill me at any time, you can kill me..."

As long as Qiao Liuhua wants to do anything to him, he will not contradict.

He loves his paintings and his heart is aching. Now he knows what kind of mood painting had felt for him.

At that time, he didn't treat Qiao Liuhua well. He almost died many times in pain.

Now Qiao Liu's painting is beside him. In his arms, how can he not take good care of it.

Qiao Liuhua looks up at Gongxi Leng and reaches out to wipe away the tear mark on the corner of his eyes. "How can you say that? I'm not the kind of person who kills people easily. Besides, you all say that I'm your wife, how can I kill you? In this period of time, although I have no memory, you're good to me, I've seen it, I'm not a fool."

Gong xi gave a cold "MMM" voice, a little hoarse and choking.

His paintings are always so good. What should he do with her? How to love her and protect her.

"Painting, do you think of anything?"

Qiao Liuhua thinks about it, and many scenes in his mind are fuzzy, "no, it seems that there is no memory, but Xi Leng, I think you used to be a cold character."

Hearing this, gong xi's cold mouth curled up a bitter arc.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I always feel like you're going to kill me. I'm afraid."