Chapter 424

However, after the voice of Shiqiao fell to the ground, a soft and delicate body suddenly appeared in his mind.

A cold light flashed across his eyes.

The next second, he grabbed Shiqiao's hand on the doorknob and dragged her into the bedroom.

The door was slammed shut.

She locked the door with another hand.

Shiqiao chuckled.

She was not frightened by the scene.

However, when her hands were raised by Shiyang and bound high above her head, her laughter changed.

But just bent eyebrow, smile, not even a word.

Shiyang just felt that the smile on her mouth was so dazzling that she was about to lower her head and look for her lips to kiss, but Shiqiao opened her mouth lightly.

"Shiyang, are you still qualified to touch me?"

Poetry Yang's lips have been close to her lips, clearly feel her breath.

But after hearing her words, a panic suddenly appeared in the bottom of my eyes.

Hesitated for a long time, he still slowly released her hand.

Just, in her hand is about to fall, Shiqiao and suddenly pulled him.

Poetry Yang Leng for a moment, immediately felt the hand that a piece of ice cold touch.

He did not know what was going on, Shiqiao took his hand and slowly fell to her abdomen.

Poetry Yang that calm face, finally appeared a crack, as well as panic.

Shiqiao but smile, soft boneless small hand on the back of his hand, in the feeling that the temperature of the back of the hand gradually cool, finally cold face.

Suddenly, he pressed his hand to his abdomen.

"Shiyang, do you remember? There was a child here? "

Word by word he said very slowly, clearly without any feelings, but fell in the ears of poetry rippling, but it was like a sharp knife, which severely scratched on his heart.

Suddenly, that continuous pain, spread out in his body.

Shiyang wants to speak, but when he opens his mouth, he only feels bitter in his throat.

He closed his lips and swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and then he said hoarsely, "Joe, we..."

If he could not finish his words, Shiqiao moved his hand away from his abdomen.

I hook my lips again and smile.

"Shiyang, we should have known that when the child left, we would have no possibility."

Poetry Yang's face suddenly turned pale.

At that moment, the heart suddenly hurt.

Hard to spit out two words, "Qiao Qiao..."

Shiqiao stares at him tightly, the tone is sharp, does not allow him to have any breathing opportunity at all.

"Shiyang, I will never forgive you, that child, nor will I forgive you."

See Shi Yang is still a lost god of the appearance, staring at himself, Shiqiao tilted his head, and showed a malicious smile.

She deliberately wrapped her body, like a water snake, around the poem.

The little hand was on his chest, drawing circles all the time.

"Or say, big brother, you want to be with me this, I do not know how many men and women have slept with the dirty body, again bumping dragon and Phoenix?"

Poetry Yang is finally by her words, a little bit lost strength.

There was no trace of blood on the face that even heaven envied.

His lips trembled. "Joe, I'm sorry, we..."

However, before he could finish a complete sentence of "shall we start again?" the mobile phone in his pocket rang out at an inopportune time.

He has not yet made a response, Shiqiao but first he took out the mobile phone.

She was stunned at the glimmer of the name.

Can still sarcastically hook the corner of the mouth, quickly pressed the on key, also pressed the public address key.

Suddenly, a very soft man, almost with a whiny voice, slowly flowed out of the mobile phone.

"Yang, are you free this afternoon? Father, he wants to invite you to talk about family lunch at noon... "

Yang? It's really a warm name

Shiyang stiff for a few seconds, or a deep look at Shiqiao, put the mobile phone in his ear, said slowly, "I know, I will be there on time at noon."

"Ha ha, Yang, you are so kind..."

Listening to the angry laughter of the woman from the mobile phone, Shiqiao can't tell what mood she is, but she knows that she is still a little sad and disappointed.

When did the man in front of him get so close to Yan ya?

Does he know that Yan Ya she is a Wei Bang person.

Shiqiao suddenly felt a little tired, and did not want to take care of his affairs, and did not want to pay attention to his and Yanya's affairs.

Just after Shiyang hung up the phone, he waved and said to him wearily, "it seems that you have found a good man to choose. Then don't pester me again."She signals Shiyang to leave, but Shiyang is still standing there, just like a sculpture.

Shiqiao felt a little decadent, knowing that this man was stubborn, but he refused to say anything, and he just kept everything in his heart.

Some helplessly glanced at him, then shrugged his shoulders and said,

"OK, brother, since you like my bedroom so much, you should stay here first. I feel a bit stuffy and go out for a stroll."

After that, she did not wait to hear the words of Shiyang's wriggling lips, and then opened the door and left in a bit of anger.

Left poem Yang a person, quietly standing in the room, looking at a door in front of him, stupidly launched a daze.

"Shiyang, I will never forgive you, that child, nor will I forgive you."

Just, think of Shiqiao's words, his body, finally can't help but gently shiver.

That for a long time depressed emotion of the eye bottom, also followed to climb up a wipe wet meaning.

After a long time, poetry Yang will be tossed in the bottom of the heart of that sour pain, back in the bottom of the heart.

He turned around and looked deeply at the decoration in the bedroom.

Clenched his fist and thought of Yan Ya's words, he finally gave up his face, opened the door and left.

……

I haven't been in close contact with Shiyang for a long time.

Shiqiao didn't feel how nostalgic, but, from the bottom of his heart, gave birth to a feeling of emptiness.

It's almost noon.

Rongyun stayed at the poet's house for dinner today. The servants of the poet's family were busy preparing the dishes for lunch.

Shiqiao walked in the garden and did not see a few idle servants.

As a result of her boredom, her mind of teasing the little maid gradually faded.

Shiqiao felt tired, so he found a clean lawn. He didn't care about the continuous drizzle last night, so he just lay down on it.

She squinted at the sun high in the sky.

Very dazzling light, shine on her eyes are some acid bloating pain.

It's strange.

She seems to be able to face poetry normally.

No longer like before, when she saw him, she would always think of the innocent child who had left.

Then, they put up a full body of thorns.

Regardless of how much pain she was stabbed, she just wanted to stab the thorn in the poem.

She has always been a vindictive person.

If others don't make her comfortable, she won't make others feel good!

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