An Qing tilted her head and rubbed her face against his palm, a sweet smile filling her cheeks.
"Okay, now that my husband is sharing the burden with me, I don't feel any pain at all!"
Hearing her say this, Sheng Xingzhou felt a little more comfortable.
She still had some small wounds scraped by needle points, and Sheng Xingzhou also applied medicine to her. An Qing leaned against his chest, smelling the familiar scent of him, and felt peaceful and at ease.
But it was true that fatigue and sleepiness swept over her, and she couldn't even open her eyelids.
Sheng Xingzhou felt even more heartbroken when he saw her like this.
He lowered his head and whispered in English softly in her ear: "strose of summer, left bloomingalone; panionsarefadedandgone..."
His voice while reading a collection of English poems was soothing and magnetic, and it was truly the best sound to lull him to sleep.
After a while, An Qing heard the sound of even breathing.
He held her gently in his arms, feeling the faint fragrance on her body and her familiar body temperature, and Sheng Xingzhou felt a real sense of belonging in his heart.
As long as she is here, he will feel at ease.
His Qingbao will never understand the depth of his throbbing. He loves her more than she thought.
"My baby, sweet dreams!" He whispered in a hoarse voice, and then a kiss without any desire fell on her forehead.
He walked to the balcony and took out his cell phone.
A cold voice sounded: "Have you found Gao Jiaying?"
Gao Jiaying also didn't expect her bodyguard to be so bold. She originally thought that she would throw An Qing into the garbage dump to humiliate her and make her remember a little longer. She, Gao Jiaying, was not something she, a country bumpkin, could mess with.
But I didn't expect that things would develop like this, and I didn't expect that Sheng Xingzhou would be so angry.
Her father received the news and sent her away almost overnight!
"Brother Zhou, we are searching all over the place. We are not going to miss any checkpoints. We must find Gao Jiaying. Even if she escapes abroad, we must let her die in a foreign country."
The voice on the other end of the phone was equally fierce.
"Very good, I don't want to wait too long!" Sheng Xingzhou hung up the phone and returned to the bed.
He lifted the quilt and lay down on Qingbao's bed. His warm hands wrapped around her slender waist, and he couldn't help but pull her into his arms.
He was like a ball of fire. An Qing had been sleeping soundly, but she felt like she was wrapped in a stove and woke up from the heat.
She opened her innocent eyes and just met his gaze.
"Can't sleep?" His eyes were gentle, staring straight at her, "Do you want me to continue reading you a collection of poems?"
An Qing couldn't help but blush, and she was embarrassed to say that she woke up from the heat of his hug.
"No need." She looked at him obediently, "Can you please let go of your hand first..."
He was so tight that she almost couldn't breathe.
Seeing her weak and helpless look made Sheng Xingzhou feel his stomach tighten.
His domineering tone sounded: "Don't let go."
After saying that, his breath came closer and closer to her face.
"Since you don't want me to read poems to lull you to sleep, then I'll try another way."
As soon as she finished speaking, his big palm clasped the back of her head, forcing her to raise her mouth.
His kiss fell.
...
Not to mention, An Qing, who was kissing him so passionately, couldn't say a word. She didn't say another word until he let go of his mouth.
An Qing, who originally thought his body was too hot, was kissed until her brain was deprived of oxygen and she felt dizzy. After he let go of his mouth, her eyelids did not open!
I don't know if she really fell asleep or if she fainted from his kiss.
Anyway, Sheng Xingzhou kept holding her in his arms and never let go.
He was also a little tired and just closed his eyes.
All I could hear was the vibrating sound of my phone.
Sheng Xingzhou was afraid of disturbing the person in his arms, so he didn't speak first after picking up the phone.
"Brother Zhou, we have found Gao Jiaying. She is now hiding in the private villa her father bought for her."
Sheng Xingzhou couldn't help but move his jawline slightly, and his eyes narrowed with a dangerous light.
This woman who doesn't know how to live or die has the nerve to hide.
The voice of the other party continued: "Brother Zhou, now it depends on what you think, should you touch her directly, or send her to the police station and go to jail?"
She encouraged her men to kidnap An Qing, and she almost lost her virginity. If she hadn't been lucky enough to have those discarded syringes in the bag, he didn't dare to think what would have happened to Qingbao.
As long as he imagines that possibility, there is a kind of violence in Sheng Xingzhou's bones.
Resisting the killing intention, he clenched his fist slightly, and a kind of forbearing tenderness appeared on his face.
He lowered his head and kissed Qingbao gently on the face in his arms, with piety and a sense of luck.
Then he raised his face, and on his solemn and desolate face, his cold lips uttered a few words: "I want her to die immediately!"
The other party immediately responded: "Yes!"
——
Gao Jiaying died at six o'clock in the morning.
An Qing was still having breakfast when she received the news. She received a call from the police, saying that they were coming to investigate some facts and asked her to cooperate.
An Qing was originally drowsy because she didn't get enough sleep.
When I heard the news, all my sleepiness disappeared immediately.
She was stunned and even more shocked inside, but she still agreed and set a time for the investigation with the police.
After hanging up the phone, she looked at Sheng Xingzhou.
And he was slowly cutting the beef with a knife and fork. After cutting it, he pushed the beef in front of An Qing.
An Qing looked at the red blood-streaked beef in front of her, and the image of Gao Jiaying's tragic death appeared in her mind.
I just feel like this beef is like blood flowing out of my face.
Thinking this way, her face couldn't help but turn ugly again.
"Sheng Xingzhou!" An Qing's voice was trembling, and she looked at him in disbelief.
"Is that you?" She lowered her voice, as if it was coming from between her teeth.
Sheng Xingzhou's face was calm, and he smiled easily. The smile on his ascetic face was relaxed and charming.
"What is me? Qingbao, what are you talking about, I don't understand."
An Qing became even more anxious.
"Sheng Xingzhou, Gao Jiaying died, was it you?" She no longer wanted to go around with him.
Sheng Xingzhou had the same surprised expression as hers.
"When did it happen? This retribution came too quickly. It seems that God still has an eye."
When An Qing heard what he said, she still couldn't believe it. She didn't believe there could be such a coincidence.
"She broke the law first. If you kill her, you will break the law later. Sheng Xingzhou, I don't want you to do this." An Qing's face was full of worry and pain.
She didn't want Sheng Xingzhou to become a person with blood on his hands because of her.