Xia Zhixue clenched her hands into fists, with extreme love and hatred in her eyes.
She knew that her sister must have used some trick to make Brother Yi Sheng misunderstand her. That fool mentioned to her on Qingtian that she liked Ye Yisheng. That was exactly the case. Three years ago, at noon when her sister was taking a nap, she quietly picked up the
She picked up the vibrating cell phone and answered Ye Yisheng's call. After that, she went to see him and told him that she had changed her number and asked him not to call that cell phone again.
Things my sister likes...
She must grab it!
She wants Xia Qingtian to know how cruel it is to take away other people's things!
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As soon as Ye Yisheng walked to the door of his home, the door suddenly opened.
Standing at the door on a sunny day, the light illuminated her face full of worry and anxiety, making Ye Yisheng obsessed for a moment.
"How's it going? Did you send Xue'er back? Where's your car? Why didn't you drive it back? Did it break down on the road? Then how did you get back?"
"Also, have you asked Xueer what happened to her? She..."
She asked a lot of questions in succession, and before she could finish speaking, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.
Ye Yisheng hugged her tightly, so tight that he wanted to rub her into his body. He leaned on her shoulders, apologetic in his eyes, "Why are you so stupid?"
Qingtian was flattered and struggled a little in his arms, but he protested, "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."
"Yisheng?"
"What’s wrong with you?"
She wondered why he suddenly hugged her so tightly?
Ye Yisheng was filled with countless words of guilt that he could not express. He could only hug her and sigh, "I told you not to wait until so late and be so disobedient? Huh?"
Qingtian smiled lightly, "I want to wait for you to come back and open the door for you. And I also want to know about Xue'er's condition."
"fool."
He pulled away from each other, held her hand and walked into the house. Qingtian wanted to bend down to help him get his shoes, but he stopped him, "I'll do it."
He took out his slippers and put them on while saying, "I can do this kind of thing myself from now on. You are my wife, not my servant."
He pulled her into the hall, sat on the sofa, and forced her to sit on his lap. He looked at her and remembered what Xia Zhixue said, Qing Tian was born sick.
Brushing her bangs away.
A shallow scar came into view, and he remembered that it was all thanks to him.
He didn't know at the time that throwing her away so casually would almost kill her. He couldn't even imagine what if she lost too much blood, what if...
"Does it still hurt?"
Of course Qingtian knew what he was talking about. She shook her head stupidly and leaned against his chest, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and let in the faint fragrance of her body, "Honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."
She pressed her fingers to his lips, blocking his words.
"Let's not mention the past, okay? Let it pass," she didn't want to mention it anymore, for fear that she would be heartbroken. It was not comfortable at all to know that her husband had another woman outside.
But if she doesn't try to forget, she will lose this marriage.
"Since we have decided to live a good life together, let's not mention the past. I believe that you will not hurt me again in the future."
Hearing this, his heart felt inexplicably painful.
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