Chapter 82: missing someone

Mo Rongyan does not blame him. He was so drunk at the time. She also knew that he was very violent when he started his temper. He also looked at her in the eyes. She knew that Xi Muche was very good to herself.
Big Brother said that Muche likes her own. She doesn't know what to do. Her heart has been with her big brother since she was a child. She thinks she can't like another person in her life anymore, so she said that she is obsessed with herself. The feelings paid are not expected to pay off.
Their marriage came too suddenly. They had been brothers and sisters for twenty years, but they became the closest couples in the evening. Although she didn’t want to, but that happened, in order not to let the family worry about her, Undoubtedly, this is the best solution.
Her eyes swept over him, soft and soft opening. "Do you hurt?"
Xi Muche was scared and his eyes were hot and hot. Under the illumination of the light, he reflected a little bit of sparkling, and the soreness and pain in his nose were intertwined, and his heart was mixed.
The wounds on her were caused by him. He thought about her attitude, rejection, cold eyes, indifference, and even hatred after she woke up...
Unexpectedly, she did not blame him, nor did she say that the wound on her body hurts. Instead, she asked him if he had a pain. The heart of Xi Muqiao broke at this moment and slammed open.
He sat on her chuang side, leaned over, and held her imaginary in her arms. His big hand trembled and touched the black hair of the face, and the remorse and gentleness in the black scorpion intertwined.
The face did not see, his tears fell drop by drop on the white chuang single, a single flower bloomed on top, layered.
The voice of Xi Muche was heard from the ear, with a heavy nasal sound, low and low dumb.
"Sorry……"
The face lifted a hand without infusion and returned to his wide back. She was shocked. Although she could not see it, she knew that he was crying. They grew up together and she saw him cry for the first time.
He didn't want to see it, she didn't break it.
She does not hate Xi Muche, but also has deep feelings for him, but this feeling has nothing to do with love.
She patted him on the back and snarled the opening. "I can't get up, you hurt my wounds."
Xi Muche was shocked and jerked her head up to look at her, not to touch her again.
Mo Rongyan looked at his panicked look, bent his lips and corners, and was a pair of eyebrows. When they were doing something wrong when they were young, when Grandma punish them, Xi Muche was such an expression.
Her soft little hand held the warm palm of Xi Muche, "Mu Mu, stop drinking is good."
Xi Muche back to hold her little hand and entangled her with her fingers. He kissed her fingertips and looked at her gently, without hesitation.
"it is good!"
Xi Muqiao asked Zuozhen to send her mother back to the old house. Yuan Suzhen refused, but Xi Muqiao’s attitude was tough, and her face and grandmother were both out. The mother ran at both ends, fearful, and the face still full of exhaustion.
"Mom, you are going back to rest, I am here, I will inform you of something, don't worry."
"Well, I must tell you something."
Xi Muqiao nodded and helped the mother to close the door, watching the car drift away and disappear into the night.
Instead of turning around immediately, he stood at the door of the hospital, pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket and ejected a cigarette into his mouth. He burned a lighter, and the light blue flame made a creaking sound in the silent night.
His black coat black trousers black leather shoes, seems to blend with this dark and silent night, only to see the sparkling fire, the blue and white smoke ring spit out from his thin lips, instantly blown away by the chilly wind in the night. .
He took out his mobile phone and watched the time. It was close to midnight. He narrowed his eyes and sucked a cigarette. This time, my wife should sleep.
He put away the idea of ​​calling Joe Mu, smashed the cigarette butts on the trash can, and took two long legs and walked toward the hospital hall.
On the contrary, at this moment, Qiao Mu did not have any drowsiness. She stared at the black ceiling and counted the sheep.
"One is radiant, two boiling sheep, three beautiful, four gray wolves..."
"Ah, why can't you sleep?"
She got up, scratched her hair, scratched it into a chicken coop, and then fell to Chuang and continued to look at the ceiling. She felt that she was really going to die, because she had been thinking about Xi Muqiao.
He was so anxious to go, certainly not a trivial matter. She really wanted to call him right away and ask him how he was, but he was afraid to bother him.
She was close to the edge of the quilt and picked up her mouth. "Uncle is really, don't call me, let me be anxious here, I know I will follow him."
She closed her eyes like a baby and continued to count sheep.
"One is radiant, two boiling sheep... five lazy sheep, six Xi Mu Qiao..."
She opened her eyes sharply and began to mourn with her head.
"When the egg is finished, Chunxin really starts to sway. I really fell into the beauty of this old man? It’s terrible, hehe."
She suddenly remembered that Simujo asked her, ‘Mrs. I want to give birth to a child. ’
Her beautiful thoughts, the uncle's long look is so good, looks and height are first-class, and their own long is not bad, the children born bring together all the advantages of both of them, must be very beautiful.
The face began to burn again, and she reached out from the quilt and rubbed her face, Mom! I started thinking about giving birth to children!
One night I wanted to think about the West, and when it was bright, she only slept, so that when she returned, she also spit in the bubble.
Xi Muqiao bought her favorite crab yellow bag and preserved egg lean meat porridge. He put things on the table and glanced around, quietly, and the wife had not yet got up?
He smiled. "It's a little lazy pig."
Long legs stepped into her room and saw that she was still sleeping, her little body curled up in a quilt, only revealing a dark little head, and the small mouth was squeezed by the pillow and changed slightly. A serial port of water pulled a thin silver line between her mouth and the pillow.
Xi Muqiao leaned over and kissed her on the red face. He reached into the quilt and touched Joe Mu's little feet. Fortunately, it was warm.
He took off his clothes and shoes, and he was covered with a black flat-angled . He opened the quilt and slid it in. It was just that he didn't blink very much last night. He was also tired. It was not bad to hold his wife back.
His strong arm swept over her body, grabbed her shoulder, and carefully turned Joe Mu over. He didn't even abandon Joe Mu's mouth and hangs his mouth, holding her into his arms.
Qiao Mu squatted in his arms for a while, soft hair rubbed on his xiong mouth, his heart tickles, finally, she found a comfortable position, no longer moving.
Xi Mu Qiao smiled, and the long finger picked up the bangs in front of her forehead. The wet thin lips fell on her smooth forehead, and he whispered in her ear.
"Little bastard, you will marry your husband early in the morning."