Chapter 4538
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Qin Wuyan only had a shred of reason left. He turned her body around, pressed it in his arms, and sighed with satisfaction, "Xiaoyu, we have been married before..."
......
After the clouds disappeared and the rain stopped, Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged his stomach and curled up in the quilt. His body trembled slightly. The whole person was tired and sleepy and couldn't say a word. He just closed his eyes and breathed heavily, and soon fell asleep.
Qin Wuyan scruples about the fetus in Zhuang Xiaoyu's belly. He doesn't dare to be too presumptuous, but like scratching a boot, the more he scratches, the more itchy he is. The whole person is not tired at all, but full of energy.
He couldn't sleep. He looked at the people curled up on his side, got up, walked to the table and reviewed the backlog of documents due to poisoning some time ago.
Once a man immerses himself in his work, he can't feel many things around him, especially around his beloved woman. He is more unprepared and can't detect any danger.
At this time, the picture in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind rolled over like watching a play. Her head hurt sharply and was about to burst.
Zhuang Xiaoyu, who was trapped in a nightmare, screamed and finally startled Qin Wuyan.
The man turned back and saw the figure offered in the quilt through the gauze curtain. He quickly threw away his pen, ran to the bedside, opened the quilt and hugged the person: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, what's the matter with you?"
"Go to hell, you murderer!" a hairpin pierced Qin Wuyan's stomach.
The snow-white Chinese clothes were quickly stained with bright red blood. Qin Wuyan only felt his body stiff. A moment later, the tingling hit, and the pain spread like a cobweb in his body. The pain soon swept through his body.
Qin Wuyan lowered his head, looked down at the hairpin stabbed into his belly and held Zhuang Xiaoyu's finger. Zhuang Xiaoyu ignored it and didn't know where the strength came from. She pushed the hairpin hard inward. The woman's face was as white as snow, but her eyes were red and could bleed. She was different from the ingenuity and innocence in the day, and became that crazy look.
Qin Wuyan stepped back, firmly held her wrist, gently pushed her away and pressed the hairpin stabbed into her belly.
Zhuang Xiaoyu seemed to be relieved of her strength. After being released, she fell soft on the quilt, closed her eyes again, and continued to sleep. It seemed that everything she had just done was just a dream.
Qin Wuyan wiped the blood stains on his hands on his clothes, covered her with bedding, covered her stomach and went out of the bedroom to find a witch doctor
In the middle of the night, Zhuang Qingyun was awakened and rushed to the study to see Qin Wuyan, who was dealing with the wound, frowned tightly: "with your understanding of Xiaoyu, did she deliberately pretend to be amnesic, so as to deliberately assassinate you when you were unprepared?"
The wound was a little deep, and the medicine was soaked into the flesh and blood. The pain made the surrounding skin spasm. Qin Wuyan leaned back on the recliner, covered his eyes with his arms, meditated for a moment, and said, "a little injury won't hinder you. Don't make such a fuss."
"It's not a big or small injury. I'm afraid of you..."
But before Zhuang Qingyun finished his words, he was interrupted by Qin Wuyan: "Xiaoyu was just stopped by a nightmare. She didn't mean to stab me. Don't guess her so."
Zhuang Qingyun: "......"
Zhuang Qingyun's face was green with the naked eye. He was clearly for Qin Wuyan's good, but he was regarded as a villain's heart.
The witch doctor took Zhuang Xiaoyu's pulse last time and came to the conclusion that Zhuang Xiaoyu was crazy. When he was good, he was no different from normal people. He really didn't care when he started to get sick. If he was controlled by hatred, he was afraid he could do anything
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Qin Wuyan only had a shred of reason left. He turned her body around, pressed it in his arms, and sighed with satisfaction, "Xiaoyu, we have been married before..."
......
After the clouds disappeared and the rain stopped, Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged his stomach and curled up in the quilt. His body trembled slightly. The whole person was tired and sleepy and couldn't say a word. He just closed his eyes and breathed heavily, and soon fell asleep.
Qin Wuyan scruples about the fetus in Zhuang Xiaoyu's belly. He doesn't dare to be too presumptuous, but like scratching a boot, the more he scratches, the more itchy he is. The whole person is not tired at all, but full of energy.
He couldn't sleep. He looked at the people curled up on his side, got up, walked to the table and reviewed the backlog of documents due to poisoning some time ago.
Once a man immerses himself in his work, he can't feel many things around him, especially around his beloved woman. He is more unprepared and can't detect any danger.
At this time, the picture in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind rolled over like watching a play. Her head hurt sharply and was about to burst.
Zhuang Xiaoyu, who was trapped in a nightmare, screamed and finally startled Qin Wuyan.
The man turned back and saw the figure offered in the quilt through the gauze curtain. He quickly threw away his pen, ran to the bedside, opened the quilt and hugged the person: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, what's the matter with you?"
"Go to hell, you murderer!" a hairpin pierced Qin Wuyan's stomach.
The snow-white Chinese clothes were quickly stained with bright red blood. Qin Wuyan only felt his body stiff. A moment later, the tingling hit, and the pain spread like a cobweb in his body. The pain soon swept through his body.
Qin Wuyan lowered his head, looked down at the hairpin stabbed into his belly and held Zhuang Xiaoyu's finger. Zhuang Xiaoyu ignored it and didn't know where the strength came from. She pushed the hairpin hard inward. The woman's face was as white as snow, but her eyes were red and could bleed. She was different from the ingenuity and innocence in the day, and became that crazy look.
Qin Wuyan stepped back, firmly held her wrist, gently pushed her away and pressed the hairpin stabbed into her belly.
Zhuang Xiaoyu seemed to be relieved of her strength. After being released, she fell soft on the quilt, closed her eyes again, and continued to sleep. It seemed that everything she had just done was just a dream.
Qin Wuyan wiped the blood stains on his hands on his clothes, covered her with bedding, covered her stomach and went out of the bedroom to find a witch doctor
In the middle of the night, Zhuang Qingyun was awakened and rushed to the study to see Qin Wuyan, who was dealing with the wound, frowned tightly: "with your understanding of Xiaoyu, did she deliberately pretend to be amnesic, so as to deliberately assassinate you when you were unprepared?"
The wound was a little deep, and the medicine was soaked into the flesh and blood. The pain made the surrounding skin spasm. Qin Wuyan leaned back on the recliner, covered his eyes with his arms, meditated for a moment, and said, "a little injury won't hinder you. Don't make such a fuss."
"It's not a big or small injury. I'm afraid of you..."
But before Zhuang Qingyun finished his words, he was interrupted by Qin Wuyan: "Xiaoyu was just stopped by a nightmare. She didn't mean to stab me. Don't guess her so."
Zhuang Qingyun: "......"
Zhuang Qingyun's face was green with the naked eye. He was clearly for Qin Wuyan's good, but he was regarded as a villain's heart.
The witch doctor took Zhuang Xiaoyu's pulse last time and came to the conclusion that Zhuang Xiaoyu was crazy. When he was good, he was no different from normal people. He really didn't care when he started to get sick. If he was controlled by hatred, he was afraid he could do anything
Qin Wuyan only had a shred of reason left. He turned her body around, pressed it in his arms, and sighed with satisfaction, "Xiaoyu, we have been married before..."......After the clouds disappeared and the rain stopped, Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged his stomach and curled up in the quilt. His body trembled slightly. The whole person was tired and sleepy and couldn't say a word. He just closed his eyes and breathed heavily, and soon fell asleep.Qin Wuyan scruples about the fetus in Zhuang Xiaoyu's belly. He doesn't dare to be too presumptuous, but like scratching a boot, the more he scratches, the more itchy he is. The whole person is not tired at all, but full of energy.He couldn't sleep. He looked at the people curled up on his side, got up, walked to the table and reviewed the backlog of documents due to poisoning some time ago.Once a man immerses himself in his work, he can't feel many things around him, especially around his beloved woman. He is more unprepared and can't detect any danger.At this time, the picture in Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind rolled over like watching a play. Her head hurt sharply and was about to burst.Zhuang Xiaoyu, who was trapped in a nightmare, screamed and finally startled Qin Wuyan.The man turned back and saw the figure offered in the quilt through the gauze curtain. He quickly threw away his pen, ran to the bedside, opened the quilt and hugged the person: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, what's the matter with you?""Go to hell, you murderer!" a hairpin pierced Qin Wuyan's stomach.The snow-white Chinese clothes were quickly stained with bright red blood. Qin Wuyan only felt his body stiff. A moment later, the tingling hit, and the pain spread like a cobweb in his body. The pain soon swept through his body.Qin Wuyan lowered his head, looked down at the hairpin stabbed into his belly and held Zhuang Xiaoyu's finger. Zhuang Xiaoyu ignored it and didn't know where the strength came from. She pushed the hairpin hard inward. The woman's face was as white as snow, but her eyes were red and could bleed. She was different from the ingenuity and innocence in the day, and became that crazy look.Qin Wuyan stepped back, firmly held her wrist, gently pushed her away and pressed the hairpin stabbed into her belly.Zhuang Xiaoyu seemed to be relieved of her strength. After being released, she fell soft on the quilt, closed her eyes again, and continued to sleep. It seemed that everything she had just done was just a dream.Qin Wuyan wiped the blood stains on his hands on his clothes, covered her with bedding, covered her stomach and went out of the bedroom to find a witch doctorIn the middle of the night, Zhuang Qingyun was awakened and rushed to the study to see Qin Wuyan, who was dealing with the wound, frowned tightly: "with your understanding of Xiaoyu, did she deliberately pretend to be amnesic, so as to deliberately assassinate you when you were unprepared?"The wound was a little deep, and the medicine was soaked into the flesh and blood. The pain made the surrounding skin spasm. Qin Wuyan leaned back on the recliner, covered his eyes with his arms, meditated for a moment, and said, "a little injury won't hinder you. Don't make such a fuss.""It's not a big or small injury. I'm afraid of you..."But before Zhuang Qingyun finished his words, he was interrupted by Qin Wuyan: "Xiaoyu was just stopped by a nightmare. She didn't mean to stab me. Don't guess her so."Zhuang Qingyun: "......"Zhuang Qingyun's face was green with the naked eye. He was clearly for Qin Wuyan's good, but he was regarded as a villain's heart.The witch doctor took Zhuang Xiaoyu's pulse last time and came to the conclusion that Zhuang Xiaoyu was crazy. When he was good, he was no different from normal people. He really didn't care when he started to get sick. If he was controlled by hatred, he was afraid he could do anything
