Shen Yake's eyes were stung by the bright red color between her lips. His hands clamped her chin, not wanting her to continue destroying his lips. He didn't come here to hurt her and see her sad. Didn't he miss her? Don't you want to see her? Why would you say so many vicious things to hurt her?
He wanted to pull her over, but she took a step back and struggled to avoid him: "Master Shen, congratulations...congratulations...congratulations. I have something else to do, so I'll just...leave first." She choked with tears and covered her head. He opened his mouth and ran quickly past him.
Shen Yake suddenly had the urge to strangle himself and looked at her heartbroken back. He wanted to explain, but she had already run away.
He punched the sycamore tree next to him, and the snow on the tree fell one after another. What was he doing, and why did he tell her this? Knowing that she would be sad, he actually said so many hurtful words. He was not trying to save her. Did it come from his heart? Look, what has he done?
Seeing Qingge walk into the yard in despair, Du Jiaochen's heart tightened. He stopped in front of her, put his coat on her, and naturally wrapped her cold little hands tightly in his palms: "Here we go. Where? Why is it so cold?" Du Qiaochen could only see Qingge's pale, tear-stained face at this moment, and had no idea that there was indescribable tenderness and ambiguity in what he said.
Qingge spoke calmly, his eyes filled with pain: "You bought my house?"
He thought that she would be happy when she knew that he had bought her home. After all, he had avoided the fate of that place being homeless. But her eyes were closed, and he could not see any trace of excitement, or even a little bit of heart. As dead as ashes. Is her grief just because he bought her house to avoid its fate of being auctioned?
Du Qiaochen didn't answer, but Qingge had already guessed the answer. Why did he do this? Why did he have to shake her persistence again and again? Why did he have to let her have hope and be grateful to a person whom she had once Someone he hated? Is this how he said he would tame her? Is this how he said he would make her stay willingly?
Well, it is undeniable that he is almost winning!
My desolate heart has gradually fallen!
"Du Liaochen, I'm so cold, can you hold me tight?"
Du Yuechen, I'm so cold, can you hold me tight? Du Yuechen, I'm too tired, can I rely on you? Is that okay?
Xia's mother's surgery lasted from nine o'clock in the morning to now four o'clock in the afternoon. The red light outside the operating room has been on for seven hours, and Qingge's hand has been tightly grasping the corner of Du Yuochen's clothes.
Extremely fragile, extremely dependent. Her panicked little face was sallow from torture, and her eyes were always moist but she held back tears.
She looked anxiously at the medical staff coming and going, coming in and out, and looked at Du Liaochen in panic. Every time, Du Liaochen would give her a firm word and a reassuring look.
"It'll be okay."
"Don't worry, don't be nervous."
"Don't worry, there's still me." Although it's just a simple sentence or a few words every time, the weight in Qingge's heart is like an unshakable tree, and every word is branded in his heart. From the bottom of her heart.
The lights in the operating room finally went out while waiting, and Qingge hurriedly waited at the door of the operating room, wanting to see her mother safe.
The door of the operating room opened, and the medical staff pushed out Xia's mother, who was still under anesthesia. Qingge threw herself on the hospital bed: "Mom, mom?" Du Yuochen pulled her excitedly: "Listen to what Qiao said, calm down.
a little."
"My mother, is she okay?"
Qiao took off the mask on his mouth and the hat he was wearing. Sweat was pouring down his forehead. He was obviously very tired. After eight hours of surgery, his nerves were in a state of tension all the time.
"The operation was successful." Joe's tone sounded exhausted.
The tears that Qingge couldn't hold back finally fell into Du Qiaochen's warm chest. She hugged him and cried in her arms without any image, with tears and snot all over him.
Qiao quietly exited the scene, just like the role he had always played, waiting quietly and giving silently, leaving the exciting moment to the two people hugging each other tightly in front of him.
When Zinge came to the hospital again, although Xia's mother still didn't wake up, she could at least sleep peacefully as she did now, and her life would no longer be in danger. Moreover, if the patient's vitality was strong enough, she might still wake up.
In fact, Qingge is very satisfied now. At least she is not alone. Her dearest mother lives with her in this world. What a happy thing it is!
There must always be hope when people are alive!
However, Qiao left quietly after the operation. When she asked Du Songchen, he just said vaguely that he was continuing to travel, but he kept silent about the reason for Qiao's departure.
, after a long time, she was unwilling to ask further.
It's just a bit regretful that I haven't said thank you to him personally. He once saved her life, and now he saved her mother, and told her to have hope. She should be grateful to him, the church
He has learned many ways of survival for himself.
Time is dividing and reuniting, the busy days are passing by quietly, and the new year is approaching in a blink of an eye.
In the past, the New Year celebrations in my home were very lively. I don’t know if it was because of the small Du family, but even during the New Year celebrations, it seemed deserted, especially since all the servants of the Du family went home for the holidays, and even Sister-in-law Zhang came home on the day before New Year’s Eve.
I was sent home to celebrate the New Year in the evening.
Qingge felt extremely uncomfortable staying alone in the big, deserted house.
She couldn't sit still and yelled at Abang to take her to the mall. As soon as she entered the door, she got into a small shop selling New Year's goods and refused to come out for a long time.
Abang stood outside the door, looking down along the armrest in boredom.
"Abang, Abang, look at this, is this beautiful?" She excitedly pointed out the things in her hand to Abang one by one. There were lanterns, balloons, and even a small bag of candy and peanuts. Did Miss Xia plan to put them into the house?
Move these things back to the villa?
"No snitching, tell your boss."
Abang had no choice but to take the things in her hands and follow her resignedly. After a while, her delicate body slipped into another shop.
The boss is also serious. He is not allowed to do so many serious things, and he has to be Miss Xia's driver. He says this is the most important thing. Hey, he is really miserable!
I really don’t know what the boss thinks. Since he likes Miss Xia so much, he should marry her.
In the evening, Abang also left. His family called him and asked him to go back to celebrate the New Year. Du Yuechen also prepared gifts for his family to take back.
After seeing Abang off, the New Year's Eve has really come, and Du Caochen has some time off. The company is on holiday, so he, the president, can naturally take a rest. At the end of the year, he seems to have only these few days of leisure.
Things didn't go as Qingge expected. Although the company was closed, Du Chaochen's social activities were obviously more than usual. No, just after seeing Abang off, he went into the house to change his clothes and get ready.
Go to today's dinner party.
"Are you going out today?" Qingge pouted dissatisfied and helped him tie his tie.
"Are you caring about me? Why, you don't want me to go out? Do you want me to accompany you?" Qingge took out the hands held by him, his face flushed unconsciously. Who cares about you, who wants you to accompany you, who wants you to accompany you?
It's not because I'm afraid that you'll get in bad health from going out and drinking every day during this period, that's why I can't care less about you, a bastard.
His breath suddenly rushed into her cherry mouth unexpectedly, and he kissed her lips carefully, and the tip of his tongue traced the shape of her lips. Her nervous look was seen by Du Liaochen, and the tip of his tongue went deeper, which was funny.
He looked at her flushed cheeks, covered with a seductive blush.
The more he kissed, the hotter he became. He pressed against her soft lips and refused to leave. He held the back of her head passionately, savoring her beauty.
Qingge was so breathless by his kiss that she was confused and infatuated, and unconsciously began to respond to this tender kiss. Her movements were jerky, but they made Du Caochen have a greater desire to conquer. His little hands were at a loss.
Pushing against his chest, it was more like luring the enemy to go deeper and inviting people to taste it.
He was finally willing to let her go, but she was already limp in his arms, breathing unsteadily, and two suspicious blushes appeared on her fair cheeks.
This little woman is really shy. Does their relationship mean that every time he touches her and kisses her, she becomes so nervous that she feels like she is facing an enemy, and her face is red with embarrassment? It’s so funny!
His gentle eyes were filled with a soft smile: "I will come back early today. Don't forget to eat by yourself and wait for me to come back." He held up her delicate and shy face and kissed her, leaving no room for doubt.
of deep affection.
He opened the door gracefully and walked out. After a while, he heard the sound of the car engine starting and he went out.
Zinge was still where he was, thinking deeply. What had happened to this violent man recently? He seemed to be getting gentler and gentler, and treating her better and better, making her more and more unable to extricate himself. He was not as violent as before.
He punished her at every turn and did not force her. He only occasionally kissed her carefully here and there. At most, he would eat her tofu intentionally or unintentionally to see how shy she looked.
Could it be that this man really changed his gender? It’s incredible.
But it seems that this is not the problem she wants to solve at the moment. Mrs. Zhang has gone home for the New Year, and there is no one to cook. What will she eat at night? Although Du Yuechen asked her to order takeout when she left, she had to wait for the whole day.
She couldn't eat those foods, they were greasy and greasy.
How about making something by yourself? I think she learned a few dishes from Mrs. Zhang when she had nothing to do. They were all simple recipes, such as curry beef brisket, tofu and shrimp soup, and pasta. She could learn it.
The best thing was probably the beef rice, because she liked it, and she watched Mrs. Zhang cook it several times, so she was most impressed.
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