Chapter 68

Afraid of being close to her wound, Ling Xiaohan hugged her to the window.

Let her hold the window with both hands. He stands behind her and hugs her

Resist the lingering death and sweat like rain.

Fatigue mingles with joy.

Ling Xiaohan didn't dare to ask for too many times. After all, she was frightened and had wounds on her body.

Later in the middle of the night, he let her go, wiped her clean, and put Ji Qianchen back to bed. They hugged each other and slept well.

In the morning of the next day, the gentle sea breeze and the warm autumn sun came into Ji Qianchen's bedroom hand in hand, caressing her skin.

Blinked eyes, Ji Qianchen suddenly turned from bed and sat up.

The man on the side is no longer there.

She wanted to die when she thought of her initiative last night.

Well said to be reserved.

Ji Qianchen, have you eaten all your remaining reserve?

The ache of her body made her take a breath of cool air, climb down from the bed, walk to the window and stretch.

The golden sand beach outside the window, the sunlight, the white cloud leisurely above the blue sea and the clear sky.

Ling Xiaohan is running on the sofa in white sportswear.

Tall figure, great body, how to see how charming.

Worthy of her husband, 360 degrees without dead angle, no addition, no beauty.

Jingling, jingling.

Strange cell phone rings.

This is from the cell phone that Mubei gave her yesterday.

Ji Qianchen looked for it in the room and found the mobile phone in the drawer.

She didn't come to see the notes, so she took them directly.

"North nose, it's Sasha. Do you remember anyone else?" There was a soft, tender voice over the phone.

Ji Qianchen thinks about whether to hang up. This man is the pursuer of Mubei.

Sasha, North nose, idiot. This is.

"North nose, why don't you reply? They are also in Paris now. How about coming to see you now?"

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Ji Qianchen hangs up cleanly.

Listen to the scalp are numb.

I can't stand the goose bumps falling all over the ground.

Jingling, jingling.

Again.

Ji Qianchen directly hung up this time, but not long after, the mobile phone rang again.

"Hello, Qianqian, it's me, Mubei."

A familiar baritone came from the other end of the phone, which made Ji Qianchen not reach out to hang up.

"How was yesterday? You're not crippled, are you? " Ji Qianchen asked with a smile.

"Almost. I'm seriously injured. Would you like to see me?" Mubei at the other end of the phone was half dead crying.

I don't seem to have the strength to speak. It sounds really miserable.

"I don't have time. Give me an address, cell phone, and I'll express it to you." Ji Qianchen doesn't want to have anything to do with this Mubei. After all, she is a good Chinese wife who can give up everything for lingxiaohan.

"How much is this broken cell phone worth? It's for you. We can get in touch with it later. When I want to hear your voice, a phone can be heard. You can keep your number. I'll change it. But you can change it if you want, but you have to tell me first what's the new number you change before you can throw away the phone card."

Mubei clearly told Ji Qianchen a lot.

Ji Qianchen didn't hear a word. "I have my own mobile phone. I'll save it for you first. If you want it one day, send the address to this mobile phone by SMS, and I'll send it to you."

"What do you mean? Are you going to break up with me? I saved you, but you want to break off with me, you cruel woman. "

"I don't know how to break up without friendship. I owe you a chance to pay it back. I'll hang up."

"No, woman, if you hang up, I can dig three feet in the north to find you."

Listening to Mubei's roar at the other end, Ji Qianchen cut off the phone with a smile, turned off the phone and threw it back into the drawer.

Click

the door opens.

The sweaty Lingxiao comes back.

"Who are you talking to and laughing with?"

His spare light had already caught a glimpse of the mobile phone she had left in the drawer.

Yesterday he forgot to ask for a moment where her mobile phone called him.

Who is the man who saved her halfway.

"No one." Afraid that he might misunderstand something, Ji Qianchen shrugged his shoulders and skipped a word.

"Take that cell phone out and I'll have a look." Ling Xiaohan stops to take a bath and sits on the sofa to check his wife's account.

Ji Qianchen was surprised. He didn't respond for half a day. He was stunned at the spot. He didn't know whether to take it or not.

Seeing Ji Qianchen's hesitation, Ling Xiaohan's curiosity about that mobile phone has increased several times.

"Shall I do it myself?" Ling Xiaohan sat on the sofa with his legs folded, his face darkened.Ji Qianchen moved to the drawer step by step and took the mobile phone out of the drawer.

Respectfully, deliver it to Ling Xiaohan.

Mubei, Mubei, do what you want.

In the heart for that sad sad egg silence, Ji Qianchen turned his head ready to leave: "I went to the kitchen to see if breakfast is ready, I'm hungry."

Apart from saying that she was hungry, she could not give a second reason to leave.

Asshole and asshole escaped from the scene of the explosion. Ji Qianchen prayed only that the scope of the explosion could be narrowed down in that bedroom. If you leave that bedroom, don't spread any more. It's weird.

Ling Xiaohan leans on the sofa, takes out his cell phone, unlocks it, opens the recent call record and finds the top number.

Dial out.

Ji Qianchen was just talking to this man on the phone.

He would like to see who has the courage to challenge his wife.

The phone was soon put through.

Ling Xiaohan didn't speak, waiting for the people over there to make a sound first.

If the other person is really a man, he doesn't have to talk after he answers the phone.

He didn't speak, neither did the other.

The call was on and on.

Is the signal bad?

Ling Xiaohan also deliberately went to the window to receive a strong signal.

Hello, do you need to buy a house? Jiangjing villa area 1 is open. Would you like to have it? "

“……”

Hello

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call for house purchase promotion?

Lingxiao cold black face, hang up the phone, can't this woman is a morning with a house to talk so happy?

Over the phone.

Mubei's mobile phone slipped from his ear, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

He clearly heard a heavy male breathing on the other end of the phone, and steady footsteps.

This voice is not from Ji Qianchen, but from a man.

Thanks to his cleverness, he narrowed his voice and temporarily fooled the past by imitating the selling building.

But who is that man?

Thousands of brothers? younger brother? boy friend? husband?

The more you guess, the worse.

Ling Xiaohan comes downstairs holding his cell phone.

Find rob and put his cell phone in his hand: "check the owner of this phone and who is the contact person in the address book above?"