Outright Favoritism Chapter 1000: : I give my life to you
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The arch bridge is only a few meters away from the private house, but Shang Yu hasn't stepped forward.
There is a sea of flowers between the two, and the journey is dark, but the flowers are fragrant.
Li Qiao held the door frame with one hand and held the ice bag in the other. She didn't know what the man was hesitating, she sighed silently, raised her foot and moved forward slowly again.
There are not many steps under her feet, but she has a hard time walking.
Li Qiao, who has just been sober for a few hours, is still unable to move freely.
The feeling of stepping on the cotton made her frown tightly, and after walking a few steps, there was no support point around her, Li Qiao's figure shook, as if a gust of wind could blow away.
At this moment, the man who hesitated for a long time finally moved.
He stepped forward and walked over with an almost urgent speed, faster and faster.
Li Qiao stared at the road under her feet intently, her heavy pace getting slower and slower.
Until the sound of footsteps on the other side, as soon as she raised her head, she was absorbed into her trembling chest.
Li Qiao was already weak and slammed into the man's arms. As soon as her legs softened, her body slid uncontrollably.
Shang Yu circled her waist and fell to the ground with one knee.
From start to finish, the man didn't speak, but she didn't say a word.
Li Qiao fell on Shang Yu's chest for a while, dizzy, and calmly found that the man was trembling badly.
He was hard all over, short of breath, and pressed his palm against the back of her head.
Li Qiao had difficulty breathing. The hand holding the ice bag gently pushed the man's shoulder, but then her body trembled and suddenly stopped all her movements.
I don't know if it was an illusion, a hot drop of water fell on the side of her neck.
Then, two drops...three drops...
Li Qiao was stunned in his arms for a few seconds, and the ice bag in her hand rolled to the ground. She struggled to lift her head from his arms, but the man's force was too strong and she couldn't move.
Under the thick night, in the middle of the garden, the man knelt on one knee and hugged the girl silently and wept.
His dark black suit makes his back extremely gloomy. He puts his head on Li Qiao's neck, not as strong as before, showing fragility and helplessness.
Li Qiao struggled more and more, and she was annoyed, "You, let go, let go..."
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness washed over her limbs, and she couldn't use her strength, even speaking softly.
She wanted to see if he was crying.
He is a Nanyang Shang Shaoyan, a giant, proud of everything, he can't cry.
After all, Li Qiao couldn't resist the strength of a man. She buried her head and felt his violently beating heart. She moved her fingertips trembling slowly from his shoulders, brushing the line of his jaw, and her tentacles were cold.
"What's the matter with you?" Li Qiao's soft palm kept rubbing his face, and she choked up, "Shao Yan..."
The man's back became stiff, and he tilted his head close to her neck, his voice was hoarse and he could not hear the original mellow tone, "I'm sorry..."
Shang Yu held her back, and his thin, cold lips pressed kisses on her face one after another, "I'll give you my life, don't go..."
The moment the man spoke, Li Qiao's throat seemed to be clogged with cotton wool, and she could not breathe smoothly.
She tried to raise her head and stretched her distance. In her vision, Shang Yu closed her eyes, and a tear just gushed from the corner of his eye, slid over the tall bridge of the nose, and hit his shirt.
Li Qiao's eyes were red, and his fingertips brushed his eyelids. She couldn't figure out what Shang Yu had experienced in the past few days when she was trapped by narcolepsy.
He was haggard a lot, his eyebrows drooped, and he was unspeakably heavy.
Li Qiao held the man's face and touched each other's foreheads, "I didn't go, and I won't go again."
She has thought about his future with thousands of things. Even in those days when she was trapped on an isolated island, what she thought most every day was how to pass the time.
If separation can solve the problem, the two of them would not be together in the first place.
Shang Yu's eyes closed tightly, and his broken hair hung down at the corners of his eyebrows, depressed and negative.
He didn't even dare to look into Li Qiao's eyes, afraid to see her compelling to compromise with him.
At this moment, Shang Yu is full of anxiety and anxiety.
All emotions fermented uncontrollably again and again. Only by holding Li Qiao tightly can I feel a trace of comfort and satisfaction.
She is still there, she said she will not go.
……
Behind the arch bridge, Shang Zonghai looked at this scene with relief, his eyes behind the mirror inadvertently waved.
Next to him are He Chen and Luo Yu.
He Chen's handsome eyebrows recovered a bit of frivolous and cynicism. He looked sideways and said playfully, "Did you tell them to get divorced this afternoon, is it true or to stimulate Li Qiao?"
Shang Zonghai grabbed the gods and fiddled with the Buddhist beads slowly, "Life is not a child's play."
He Chen squinted his eyes, his face changed subtlely.
He heard it out, the old man really intends to divorce them and return Li Qiao to freedom.
"Well, you two will be on guard. After they have talked for a while, you send Shaoyan back to the hospital. During this time, don't let them see each other often."
He Chen licked the corners of his lower lips, "Are you sure you won't let them meet, Shao Yan will cooperate?"
Shang Zonghai turned and left a sentence: "If he doesn't cooperate, then get a divorce as soon as possible."
He Chen was speechless: "..."
Ten minutes later, Shang Yu hugged Li Qiao and sat in the living room of the private house. Neither of them spoke. He held the girl in his arms and refused to let go for a long time.
In the living room with no one disturbing, the atmosphere was too quiet, and Li Qiao started to feel sleepy again. She cheered up, tilted her head and looked at the coffee table, looking for an ice pack to spread her face.
Suddenly, Li Qiao's afterglow flashed, and she saw Shang Yu's dark red **** eyes staring at the wheelchair not far away, her expression dull and unclear.
She rolled her throat, holding the man's face and letting him face herself, "When will you go back?"
Shang Yu's arms were obviously stiff, and it was difficult to take her into his arms more firmly. For a long time, the man lowered his head and pressed close to her ear, "Let me hold him for a while..."
"It's almost done. You have been holding her for twenty minutes." He Chen walked into the living room with a cold face and untimely. Behind him was a tray of falling rain with some porridge and dishes on top.
Shang Yu turned a deaf ear to Li Qiao's scarlet eyes.
He Chen stepped forward and kicked the coffee table, looking at the man's violent forearm, "If you don't let her go, your son will suffocate."
Li Qiao is pregnant now, and Shaoyan's reason is obviously unable to control her behavior. The two of them continue to stay together, and Li Qiao's injury is inevitable.
He Chen suddenly understood Shang Zonghai's intention to stop them from seeing each other in the near future. For Yu Shaoyan, Li Qiao was not an antidote, but a poison that penetrated into the bone marrow. There was no cure for it.
At this moment, at He Chen's reminder, the man withdrew his arms steeply, his palms held Li Qiao's waistline, his eyes were full of tension, "I hurt you again?"
Li Qiao patted the back of his hand in a soothing manner, shook his head while looking at He Chen, and said slowly: "Don't talk nonsense, how can it be so serious..."
He Chen's indifferent face: "I can't take care of myself, are you still used to him?"