Chapter 278: Don’t make assumptions. There are only these few words. It seems that I have reached my limit and can no longer say it.

Qiao Yimo's heart was filled with thousands of emotions.

She has loved and been loved, what more can she ask for in life? She has been hurt, but she has not fallen down and stood up again. She is still strong. As long as a person is strong, nothing can knock her down.

Seeing him looking at her like that, serious and troubled, her heart felt sour.

If you love, you can't help but care about some things. If you don't love, you won't care.

It is not that he has not experienced his struggles, pains and entanglements. What is true is that he has not deceived himself.

He cares and feels uncomfortable. He marries her sincerely and she doesn't doubt it.

"You're drunk!" she said.

"No!" he said hoarsely, "I'm not drunk!"

"Then get up and don't talk here!" she said softly.

"I want you to be happy, not to be hurt by anyone, not to be bullied by anyone!" His hoarse voice was full of texture, and his deep voice was full of tenderness. "I want you to love me, just love.

I'm alone!"

Qiao Yimo was stunned, could she still be as longing for love as before?

She has always thought that marriage may not include love, and a marriage with love is good. However, in this world, there is not so much love. It will eventually be dissolved by the years and become an insignificant speck of dust in the universe, which cannot be seen! Wholeheartedly.

Can she love someone, trust someone and associate life and death with him?

"I want it too!" She felt that it was difficult for her to love again and deeply.

"I won't lie to you, you can only love me!"

She could only avoid it and said softly: "Ze Ming, get up, I'm afraid of the cold, and my stomach will hurt if it's cold!"

The body of the man pressed against him froze, stagnated, and did not move.

Just as Qiao Yimo was about to say more, he suddenly turned over and hit his head on the coffee table because he couldn't find his direction.

"Uh!" he shouted again.

Qiao Yimo quickly got up and pulled him. It took a lot of effort to get him onto the sofa. She didn't expect that he would be worried about her at this time. She sighed in shock and found that her pajamas were on her

It was all blood, and so was his body. It looked very scary and ferocious, but the wound was no longer bleeding so badly. She sighed sadly, feeling distressed and uncomfortable.

She went to bring a basin of warm water and a clean towel back to clean the wound. He leaned on the sofa and only gasped, closing his eyes and grinning in pain.

She couldn't help but say to him: "Aren't you afraid of pain? You can't stand this little pain? Don't drink so much in the future. How can someone with stomach problems drink so much? Are you going to die?"

However, she was just talking to herself. Because, soon, he fell asleep, leaned on the sofa, and while the wounds on his hands were being cleaned, he snored. Qiao Yimo sighed and saw

He closed his eyes and said he was not drunk, so he fell asleep like this. I gently helped him clean up bit by bit, then wiped him and covered him with a thin quilt, and then brought him a medicine box.

Apply medicine.

The wound was bandaged, the broken glass in the living room was cleaned up, and a soft mat was placed on the floor.

Qiao Yimo didn't dare to sleep. He went to see Chan'er and then guarded Cao Zeming in the living room. He hugged the wound and gave her water. He kept shouting that he was thirsty and kept calling her name.

About two hours later, she gave him water again, and he seemed to have sobered up a lot. He opened his eyes and looked at her, and then he was a little surprised.

"Are you awake?" she asked.

Cao Zeming opened his eyes and looked at her. He was startled for a moment, his eyes still a little blurry. Then he looked at the time and found that it was already three o'clock in the morning. He was a little surprised. He looked at his arm again and saw that the wound was bandaged.

He frowned and thought about something, and suddenly looked into her eyes, which were filled with blazing light.

When Qiao Yimo saw that he was awake, he quickly went to the kitchen and filled a small bowl of the porridge he had just cooked. He came back and said, "Drink some porridge. There must be nothing in your stomach. It has been corroded by alcohol. Drink some porridge and you will feel better."

Cao Zeming didn't speak, just stared at her.

Qiao Yimo was confused: "Does it feel uncomfortable?"

Cao Zeming still looked at the porridge. It was millet porridge. It was millet porridge that nourished the stomach. It had a beautiful color and was steaming. It looked like it had just been cooked.

Seeing that he refused to answer, thinking that his arm was injured and difficult to handle, she sat down from the sofa and took the spoon to feed him. When she brought it to her mouth, he opened his mouth, but there were various complicated emotions in his eyes.

For a moment, no one spoke. Qiao Yimo fed him while nagging: "You can't drink anymore. You see, drinking will cause a lot of problems, and your arms will be broken."

Cao Zeming swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

Qiao Yimo was startled again. "Why are you laughing?"

He didn't speak, but he opened his mouth. She had no choice but to feed him another mouthful. Just like that, she fed him and he ate quietly. She couldn't help nagging him: "Why are you laughing? If you don't eat, you're just like a child."

And you called me "Hey!"

After eating a small bowl of porridge, he blinked his mouth. Qiao Yimo took the cup and gave him some water to rinse his mouth with.

Then he smelled himself, his face was still a little red, and his eyes were a little bloodshot from drinking too much wine. Then he said: "Momo, did I say something before?"

"I didn't say anything!" She lowered her head, her eye circles a little red. This man was very kind to her whether he was drunk or not. What else could she say, knowing that he brought his unhappiness to her, but...

But there is nothing she can do. However, she hopes that he will be well and happy, and she also hopes that she can give him love because he deserves it.

However, being able to give sincerity may not necessarily be able to give love.

Her tears suddenly flowed out involuntarily. She stood up and wanted to leave, but he held her hand.

He sat up straight, pulled her down, let her sit next to him, turned her face, stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, his subtle movements made her feel like she was a treasure being held in his hands.

"Did I say something? Did it make you sad?" He seemed a little annoyed.

Qiao Yimo shook his head: "No, you are telling the truth. I am willing to listen to the truth!"

"But speaking the truth sometimes hurts, right?" He was a little unsure of what he said.

"No, I don't think it's hurtful!" She shook her head. What he stated was the truth. He would naturally feel uncomfortable if she didn't give it to him the first time. This is a common problem for men, including women. Everyone wants to be someone's only one.

But there are too few things in this world.

"Then I said something, didn't I?" He had already made a conclusion in his mind.

Qiao Yimo nodded without hiding anything, "You said it was the first time you felt uncomfortable with me...you wanted me to love you..."

Cao Zeming's eyes were suffocated, a touch of distress flashed in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Momo, I'm sorry!"

When Qiao Yimo heard his apology, his eyes suddenly became sour, and tears rolled down. He bit his lip and shook his head: "You said don't be sorry, and I am the same, don't be sorry and thank you."

, as long as you are sincere, you should treat it sincerely whether you love it or not!"

His brows were furrowed tightly, then relaxed. Cao Zeming's handsome face was magnified infinitely in Qiao Yimo's tearful pupils. His eyes were full of heartache, and he gently touched her cheek with his hand, murmuring softly.

Said: "Silly girl, I don't have to give sincerity and love to others, but I will never deceive you. Momo, I will adjust myself. Although I am a little unwilling and a little uncomfortable, compared with not having you,

It’s really insignificant!”

She almost couldn't help but want to throw herself into his broad embrace, but in the end she restrained herself, bit her lip, suppressed all her emotions in her heart, and choked out: "But you are already being unfair!

"

"Momo, there is no absolute fairness in this world, only relative fairness. It is the greatest fairness to me that you can marry me for the rest of your life. You are too greedy, and I dare not have it."

"If you think it's unfair, don't force it!"

Cao Zeming's eyes trembled. He looked into her eyes and asked bluntly: "What do you mean by not forcing yourself? Do you want to divorce me and then return to Gu Fengli?"

Qiao Yimo was stunned for a moment, tears stuck in her eyes, she almost forgot to flow, and her breathing stopped. After half a minute, she took a deep breath, and the tears could no longer be suppressed, and they fell rapidly one by one.

She sobbed softly to him stubbornly and willfully, "What do you think of me? I'm with you, and as long as you don't lie to me and treat me sincerely, I won't propose divorce!"

His eyes were full of heartache, he hugged her and shouted softly: "Little fool, I'm not unfair, I just feel uncomfortable. Being uncomfortable doesn't mean it's unfair! This is my sincerity. If I say it's fair, everything is fair to me.

punishment, if I insist on taking you with me when I leave, maybe

Everything is gone. We may have settled abroad now, but I didn’t take you away. This is God’s punishment for us! In this world, you will never expect what will happen next! If you say I am unfair, then will I?

Can we assume that you want to return to Gu Fengli?"

She just cried, and the same uncomfortable heart made her cry so hard that her heart broke. "I didn't!...I never thought that way..."

After being hurt like that by Gu Fengli, would she go back and be hurt again? She is not that strong. She and Gu Fengli are not suitable at all. It is the best choice for both herself and him to step back from the cliff.

"So, don't make assumptions about my inner thoughts, I don't have them either!" He said softly, as kindly as a father and brother. "Are you still crying? If you cry again, I don't mind using a unique way to make you stop crying.

Voice!"

She was puzzled and choked up and said: "What?"

"I want you now!" He whispered in her ear in a hoarse and lazy voice.

She was frightened and lost her voice.

"Haha," he laughed. "Look, I scared you. I'm going to take a shower!"

He kissed her forehead, stood up, and went to the bathroom.

She wiped her tears. He walked a few steps and turned back to tell her: "Momo, I found that I am very happy after drinking. Although it is very uncomfortable, there are people waiting on me, making porridge, caring and nagging. Everything is very humane.

I still want to drink, what should I do?"

She was stunned and shouted: "You are crazy!"

"Haha, yes, Cao Zeming is crazy!" With his laughter, the bathroom door closed.
To be continued...