The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 469
From Heng’s point of view, it was so uncomfortable…
The discomfort in Qi Jinheng’s heart must be more than his own, and it must be a thousand times more painful.
The mist of tears blurred her vision. Jiang Luoluo clutched Qi Jinheng’s sleeve tightly, her throat so dry that it hurt,
“I don’t know how to explain to you, husband…”
“Can you try to believe me for once? ” Huh?”
The begging words were interrupted by the man wiping his tears. Jiang Luoluo looked at him with eyes red from crying, and his tearful eyes were full of expectation.
“How should I trust you, wife?”
Qi Jinheng rubbed the tears on his fingertips, feeling the wet touch on them, stood up, and looked down at his little wife:
“After all, from the beginning, you wanted to He is the one to marry.”
“I snatched your person, but I can’t win your heart. Isn’t it normal?” The
bedroom door was closed again, and only Jiang Luoluo was left in the room, lying on the bed. .
He wiped his eyes which were red from crying. He was so confused from crying that he finally came around and got out of bed, but he couldn’t open the door no matter what.
Qi Jinheng locked him up.
His thin back leaned against the door panel, and he slid down the door as if he had no strength.
The mist in his eyes surged again. He sat numbly on the ground and looked down at the patterns on the carpet. He looked at the socks and shoes that Qi Jinheng had put on himself when he went out today.
He treats himself so well, he likes himself so much.
It must be very sad to encounter what happened today.
The lips were sickly white, and even though they were pressed tightly together, they were no longer as charming as before.
There were waves of coldness all over my body, so cold that I almost wanted to shiver.
But he was obviously still wearing thick clothes and he was in a heated room, so he shouldn’t be cold anyway.
He probably got too hot from the cold outside.
It’s so uncomfortable.
He tried his best to support his little head and look at his shoes, and the scene of Qi Jinheng kneeling on one knee and putting on his shoes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The palate is sweet and astringent, sour and soft.
He was trying hard to think of how to coax Qi Jinheng, but his head felt so dizzy that it was surprisingly heavy.
When he finally heard the footsteps at the door, Jiang Luoluo raised a small face, but when the door opened with a “squeak”, he met the housekeeper’s face.
“Madam, why are you here!”
The old housekeeper quickly helped him up, followed by a private doctor in a white coat.
“The young master just asked me to come over and take a look at you. He said you might have a fever.”
The housekeeper explained to him and helped him to the bed.
The doctor also opened the medicine box at any time and began to take his temperature.
The little lady sitting on the bed was obedient and allowed to be manipulated. Her little face was flushed abnormally, and her soft voice was a little vague,
“Where is my husband?”
“The young master is at home. The old lady has returned from offering incense. The young master should have gone to pick him up.”
“Don’t worry so much for now…”
“Why is the fever so severe?”
The doctor explained his situation, and the housekeeper was busy around, instructing the servants to undress him. The outermost coat fell off.
Entering the soft quilt again, it was like lying in the middle of soft and warm clouds. My heavy and clumsy head was soothed, and my upper and lower eyelids began to fight.
When my husband is so angry, he is still thinking about himself…
He has always loved himself.
Then when the fever subsides and she goes to talk to her husband, he will believe her… The
tip of her nose is filled with the cold woody fragrance of Qi Jinheng’s body. Jiang Luoluo, who was lying on the quilt after the injection, curled up and seemed to be in a trance. It was surrounded by Qi Jinheng’s warm embrace.
He likes himself so much… He
must believe in himself…
The disturbing thoughts gradually become lighter, the sleepy eyelids close together, the little lady on the bed has her eyes closed, and she has slept until her breathing is even… The
moon is above the willow tops, the night hazy.
It snowed in the evening, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fluttered, dressing the entire manor into a blanket of snow, like ice in a fairy tale.
