Chapter 89: It's a pity that my husband died of illness
Dugu Chen frowned and said, "Because of this, I must go."
"Brother Seven!!" Dugu Che said anxiously: "You are the coach, if anything happens to you, wouldn't they win without a fight? What's more... Brother Seven is already married, he must go back safely, Sister-in-law Seven...
…She’s still waiting for you”
Dugu Chen's expression froze and he avoided Dugu Che's gaze, "Since you know that I am the coach, just obey orders."
If only one of them can come back alive
Su Qingyi should hope that the ninth brother can survive more?
…
It was late at night, Zhao Yifan had had dinner and was leaning on the couch beside him, holding a volume of military literature in his hand and reading carefully.
Cui Li knelt in front of the couch and gently beat his legs.
Su Qingyi held the Luo fan and stood aside gently shaking it
"The force is too light," Zhao Yifan turned over a page of the book and said lazily.
Cui Oriole bit her lower lip, became cruel, and punched his slender legs with two small fists.
"Hmm~" Zhao Yifan moaned with enjoyment, "Not bad, comfortable."
Su Qingyi looked at his shabby capitalist appearance, and the movements of her hands involuntarily increased in anger. The wind was so strong that two pages of the book in front of Zhao Yifan flew away.
Zhao Yifan put down the book and glanced at Su Qingyi, "I said, spring flowers..."
Only then did Su Qingyi realize that she had fanned too hard just now, and smiled awkwardly.
"Uh... I'm sorry, young master, I just remembered something unpleasant and accidentally increased my strength. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Zhao Yifan looked at Su Qingyi, who had been washed and white. Her gentle face was pure and charming under the candlelight. He stretched out his hand, pinched Su Qingyi's chin, and forced her to come closer to him.
As soon as his hand came into contact with Su Qingyi, Su Qingyi frowned. However, she knew that with her ability, she could not resist brute force at the moment, she could only outwit...
"What's the unpleasant thing? Tell me." His eyes fell on her pure eyes greedily and softly, and he asked softly.
"Uh..." Su Qingyi's brows furrowed further, she laughed dryly and said, "I think of my husband. He is an alcoholic and beats and scolds us every day~"
"Husband?" He frowned, "Are you married?"
Su Qingyi pretended to be disappointed and sighed: "Yes, it's a pity that my husband died of illness. He liked to go to brothels. He got some kind of Hualiu Mei virus. You know, he later infected it to me, and no one wanted to do it anymore."