687. Chapter 687 He has indeed fulfilled the responsibility of a husband
She vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said eight words, but she couldn't remember which eight words he said no matter what...
What happened next was even more chaotic, and she could not connect it even if she remembered the scattered points.
He saved her when she was at her worst, and did not dislike her body, but her body was dirty and detoxified her personally.
He did do his duty as a husband...
But, is he really a good husband?
Yan Chi and Xiao Qian's figures flashed through their minds again, and they remembered the day he ruthlessly drove away, waiting anxiously outside the snow valley that day and night...
He should love his wife and children, otherwise he would not set up a barrier to isolate all human disturbances and enjoy the joy of family wholeheartedly...
She had been dealing with the Emperor of Canghai Kingdom in the capital for several days, but he never came.
Needless to ask, he is still with his wife and children-
He loves himself, Luo Qingyu knows it.
But he must also love his wife and children...
That day and night she stood outside the snow valley, waiting hopelessly. What about him? Was he also on this bed and his wife?
A sudden pain in the tip of my heart! A sour and unspeakable jealousy surged up!
She shook her head suddenly, Luo Qingyu, why are you jealous of?
You are the third party, the one who should be despised the most!
What qualifications do you have to be jealous of someone’s genuine wife?!
Though I thought so, when she thought about him and Yan Chi doing what he did with her last night on this bed, she could no longer lie down, as if something on this bed would bite her.
He jumped down in a hurry.
But her body was too sour and as soon as her feet fell to the ground, she staggered. She lowered her curse and stood still with the table.
The breeze in the house was slight, and there was one more person out of thin air.
With a wide robe and big sleeves, her ink hair draped like silk, there was a faint smile on her handsome face: "Qingyu, why don't you sleep for a while? What to do when you go down?" Her voice was cold and magnetic, as usual.
As the male aura approached, his arm wrapped around her slender waist.
Luo Qingyu froze slightly, and his heart bumped. He was entangled with his death last night and then turned his mind again. Her pretty face turned red: "Sleep... can't sleep anymore."
She wanted to break free from his control.
Indra's arms tightened slightly, but she did not allow her to escape. She hugged her and sat down at the table, and her sleeves were whipped on the table, and there were a few more plates of food on the table.
Chicken slices with bamboo shoots, fried pork with green peppers, steamed tofu, and a yam and mutton pot, all with six flavors, and the soup is red dates and Ruyi soup...
The faint fragrance penetrates her nose, and everything is something she loves to eat.
"You've been tired all night and hungry, are you? Have something to eat first. Taste to see if it suits your taste."
A pair of green bamboo chopsticks stuffed into her hands.
After working all night? Why does this sentence sound so ambiguous?
Luo Qingyu didn't know what it felt like in his heart. He passively held the chopsticks and silently picked up a few bites of the food and ate it.
The food was delicious, but she was a little untamed.