When Zhong Qingye took off his coat and wrapped up the child, Qi Mo reached out to stop her again. Although he did not speak, the stiffness of his movements was enough to express his meaning.【】
Zhong Qingye looked at the child's lustrous eyes lightly, without even looking back at Qi Mo. All her hopes for him seemed to be extinguished in an instant, and she seemed to finally understand that after her parents, Ah Xuan, there was no one left.
I can save her if I can.
"If you are afraid of injuring yourself, our deal can be terminated at any time." Zhong Qingye's faint words almost made Qi Mo's heart freeze in an instant. He looked at her as if he couldn't believe it, and narrowed his eyes.
His eyes were as bright as lightning: "What did you say?"
"Don't worry, the reason for the collapse of the transaction is on me. I won't ask for any of your money. You can take it all back. As for me, you don't need to worry about me anymore. I will take this child and leave. No
I'll mess with you..."
"Say it again!" Qi Mo's loud roar interrupted Zhong Qingye's unfinished words. Zhong Qingye was startled, turned around hurriedly and covered his mouth. He glanced at the surrounding situation to see if he had seen anything.
When the jailer discovered it, he panicked and said, "What are you doing? You suddenly made such a loud noise. Do you want to attract the jailer?"
Qi Mo pulled off her hand with force and held her wrist tightly. The force was so strong that her fair wrist was covered with bruises almost instantly. He approached her face, his eyes were evil and he stared at her fiercely, and his voice was cruel.
With the spirit of death.
"Zhong Qingye, listen to me! Don't even think about running away from me in this life! If you dare to leave privately, I will break your legs and break all your wings. The person you want to protect
You will all pay the price for your actions! I, Qi Mo, never speak nonsense!"
The arrogant and ruthless words exuded an overwhelming aura of possessiveness. This desperate desire to capture her was clearly expressed in his voice and words. Zhong Qingye was dazed for a moment and looked at him at a loss.
"Did you hear that?" Qi Mo grabbed her wrist and pulled it hard. Zhong Qingye's body fell forward uncontrollably and crashed into his arms. Qi Mo took advantage of the situation and gathered his arms, pulling her slender
Qingye's body was tightly wrapped in his arms, and the strength was so great that Qingye could hardly breathe.
"Zhong Qingye, you are the woman who has made my mark. No one can take you away from me. Don't make me crazy!" Qi Mo tightly hugged her waist, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone sculpture.
, the violent aura spread into a hell-ending sea of blood, surrounding Zhong Qingye.
"Zhong Qingye, don't force me to kill you with my own hands..."
Zhong Qingye's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils trembling violently, shock and astonishment intertwined in his eyes, solidifying into intense disbelief.
Is it her imagination? Or has she gone crazy?
Qi Mo's voice was trembling, and his whole body... was trembling...
Why?……
He is obviously a selfish man who is afraid that he will be implicated, and is obviously a poor lackey of power and honor. Why... why would he tremble for a woman like her?
Qi Mo...
His eyes felt extremely sour for a moment. Zhong Qingye took a sharp breath, his fingers were trembling, and fear and panic spread throughout his heart. He was timid, and suddenly stretched out his hands to hug the trembling man in front of him, and put his head
Buried into his stiff and warm chest.
"…sorry……"
Qi Mo, thank you...
Thank you for being afraid of women like me, thank you for not giving up on women like me...
Really, thank you...
Hot liquid boiled out of his eyes uncontrollably, wetting Zhong Qingye's eyelashes and wetting the brocade clothes on Qi Mo's chest.
"Shut up!" Qi Mo's fierce roar sounded above his head, and he roared through gritted teeth: "Don't say sorry to me! You are my woman, you are never allowed to apologize to me! If you dare to let me hear it again, I will block you.
Your mouth!"
Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment, her breathing seemed to be suppressed at that moment, her heartbeat was thundering in her ears, and the vibration made her whole body seem sluggish. It seemed like a long, long time passed, and she buried her head deeper
on his chest.
"Well...I remember...Qi Mo..."
Qi Mo, I feel it. Your steady heartbeat in your chest and your calm and powerful voice miraculously calm the flood that was raging in my heart and seemed to destroy everything.
Qi Mo, I'm sorry, I once wanted to give up on you...
Qi Mo, thank you for not giving up on me when I gave up on you...
Qi Mo, there may be many things in my heart that I will never say out loud throughout my life, but I will always remember that in that dirty dungeon, when I was desperate and about to give up completely, there was a person who roared to stop me.
My departure roared to interrupt my giving up and gave me a strong embrace, which warmed my whole life.
"Isn't he just a Xiling Lianchen? What are you afraid of!" Qi Mo's voice suddenly became more arrogant and rang above his head. Zhong Qingye raised his head and looked at him with misty eyes.
Qi Mo lowered his head and glanced at her, then suddenly stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face. His movements couldn't be described as gentle. There were many rough calluses in his palms, and he rubbed her cheeks hard, even leaving some raw tears.
Feeling of pain.
But Zhong Qingye laughed uncontrollably. This is Qi Mo, who always wears a rough shell. Just like a coconut, it is rough and hard on the outside, but underneath the shell, it is full of sweetness.
The liquid is enough to warm a person's entire soul.
What should I do? She seems to be a little helpless.
"Don't cry!" Qi Mo tightened his grip around her waist domineeringly, and his voice suddenly became firm, no longer panicked: "He's just a Xiling Liaochen, there is no one in this world that I, Qi Mo, dare not accept.
If you really can't trust him, then take him back."
"But if someone finds out..." Zhong Qingye became a little worried. If someone finds out, this hat will be firmly placed on Qi Mo's head. Qi Mu will definitely not let him off lightly.
"What are you afraid of!" Qi Mo lowered his head and kissed her hard on the forehead, his tone as arrogant as the feared God of War: "Since Qi Mo dares to take her in, am I still afraid of being caught hand and foot?"
Zhong Qingye couldn't help but smile, his forehead felt hot when he kissed it. Yes, Qi Mo did have this ability. As long as he wanted to do something, Zhong Qingye felt that there was nothing he couldn't do.
"From now on, you are not allowed to cry for others. If you are discovered by me, I will definitely kill that person!" Qi Mo glared at her red and swollen eyes, jealous: "Did you hear that!"
Zhong Qingye grinned and said loudly, "I heard it!"
Hearing Zhong Qingye's answer, Qi Mo was somewhat satisfied. He nodded loudly, raised his chin towards Xiling Liaochen, and said commandingly: "Stand up."
Zhong Qingye was stunned, and when he turned around, he found that Xiling Lianchen was kneeling in front of his mother, as motionless as a stone sculpture. Zhong Qingye sighed slightly, after all, for a child who was only a few years old, the pain of his mother dying in front of him was too great.
, she has experienced it personally, so she can empathize with it.
Released the hand holding Qi Mo, Zhong Qingye walked over and picked him up. The child didn't cry or fuss, had no expression or movement, and even though Zhong Qingye held him in his arms, he didn't even look at her.
Zhong Qingye reached out to touch his forehead worriedly, and said worriedly: "I wonder if you are sick? The environment here..." After she finished speaking, she widened her eyes and looked at her empty arms, and she was stunned again.
Xiling Liaochen, who had already been grabbed by Qi Mo and carried up in the air like a chicken, hurriedly reached out to grab it and shouted in panic.
"What are you doing? He's still a child!"
Qi Mo picked up Xiling Liaochen's back collar and shook it casually. The movement was like shaking a rag. Zhong Qingye's head was congested, but there was no movement at all from Xiling Liaochen.
It was clearly covered in thick ashes, as if it was already dead.
"He is already seven years old. He will have haircuts in a few years. As a man, he should stand up on his own." Qi Mo glared at Zhong Qingye, lifted Xiling Liaochen to a position where Zhong Qingye could not catch him, and gave him a handful
He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugged her tightly, turned around and walked out, saying in a dominating tone: "Don't hug him!"
Zhong Qingye: "..."
He's just a child of seven or eight years old, but Qi Mo is actually jealous?
...Okay, forget about being jealous, why do you need to come up with a high-sounding reason?
Zhong Qingye reluctantly walked out of the prison with his arms around him, holding the child pitifully in Qi Mo's hands. Qi Mo, who was extremely jealous, felt warmth oozing out of his heart bit by bit.
"Wait a minute!" Xiling Liaochen said the first words out of the blue.
Zhong Qingye hurriedly pulled Qi Mo to stop, holding the scarred child, and couldn't help but soften his voice: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xiling Liaochen glanced at Zhong Qingye indifferently. He was not at all grateful for her savior. His eyes were indifferent and his expression was indifferent. He glanced past and turned to the dead woman in the cell.
.
"Let me kowtow to my mother a few times as an apology for not being able to collect her body."
When talking about collecting the corpse, the child's expression was as calm as ever, without even the slightest wavering.
Zhong Qingye felt a dull pain in her heart. Some emotions have to be experienced firsthand to understand. Back then, she was unable to bury her parents' bodies. The regret and regret lingered in her heart day and night. How painful it was.
She could understand that she could not let this child suffer the same sin as her. After all, he deserved more than she did.
Zhong Qingye turned his questioning eyes to Qi Mo. Qi Mo snorted coldly and suddenly let go of his hand.
In his arms, he turned around in shock and complained to Qi Mo: "He's still a child, don't scare him..."
Qi Mo let out a disdainful snort from his nostrils, stared at Zhong Qingye's hand with both eyes, and said through his teeth: "I told you, don't hug him!"
Zhong Qingye helplessly looked at Qi Mo, who was completely jealous. He rolled his eyes at the sky, bent down and gently placed Xiling Liaochen on the ground, touched his head, and made sure that he was not sick or had a fever.
Then he said softly: "Go and kowtow to your mother."
As if he didn't hear Zhong Qingye's words, Xiling Lianchen walked straight past her, stopped in front of the woman's body, paused, and knelt down straight.
The child's knees have not fully grown yet. Even so, the sound of hitting the ground is still heavy and lingering. Zhong Qingye turned his head in discomfort, and was unexpectedly pulled into his arms by Qi Mo. He covered her eyes with his big hand.
.
Zhong Qingye was stunned, and immediately understood that Qi Mo was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable. His heart felt warm for a moment, and he huddled up in Qi Mo's arms, feeling hopeless.
Covering her eyes, Zhong Qingye could only hear the impact of the child's kowtow. Each sound was heavier and reverberated in her ears, like a long wheel of time, tearing people's hearts apart.
I can't describe what I feel in my heart. It's sore, bitter, and heavy. All kinds of tastes are intertwined together, but it becomes an indescribable feeling.
The reason why Zhong Qingye suddenly made up his mind to save this child was actually because he saw his past self. She was not as great as the child's mother imagined, because Zhong Qingye has never been a person full of sympathy.
In the final analysis, she is just a selfish person, hoping that doing so can make her heart feel better. She cannot bear the gratitude of the child's mother before she dies, which will only make her feel the pressure and weight of adapting.
.
With a slight sigh, she rubbed her head on Qi Mo's chest, craving for more warmth. Qi Mo noticed her movements and tightened his embrace.
For a selfish person like her, life was so tolerant to her. Her parents died calmly for her, Ah Xuan cared for her in every possible way, and even when she came here, Qi Mo stood unswervingly behind her.
, a hug, a roar, all with a tenderness that doesn't allow her to give up.
And what about her? What has she done for these people?
Apart from constantly devouring their happiness and joy like a vampire, she doesn't even have the courage to be gentle to them.
Thinking of this, the embrace around me suddenly became hot and uncomfortable.
Or, someone like her is born with an unknown destiny. She will always bring endless pain and torture to the people around her. Even though she doesn't want this, every disaster is caused by her, and everyone around her is.
A person who wanted to protect her with all her strength eventually died because of her.
Is she still qualified to enjoy Qi Mo's tenderness?
Zhong Qingye's heart suddenly became confused, and there was an indescribable fear that spread crazily in her heart like wild grass.
if...if...
What should we do if even Qi Mo is killed by her?
What should she do to protect this cold and gentle man from unnecessary suffering because of her?