Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

This was the last scene Lu Qiao remembered before his consciousness lost consciousness.

Huo Yan descended like a god, stopped He Qi, and pulled her away from He Qi's hand.

Huo Yan seemed to warn He Qi, "If you don't want to die, don't think about her." But it seemed like he didn't say anything.

Lu Qiao couldn't remember clearly, but he only remembered that his palm was very hot, so hot that it almost burned her whole body to ashes.

The smell on his body is very good, very light grassy and woody fragrance, like the coolest wind in midsummer, mixed with a little mellow wine smell, it can be intoxicating.

Then, her sanity crumbled and she couldn't remember what happened after that.

When I woke up, it was already late at night.

She seemed to have fought with someone, all the bones in her body were scattered, and there was a faint pain between her legs.

Of course Lu Qiao knew what this meant, his face turned pale in an instant, ignoring that his body was still sore and limp, he sat up and threw off the quilt abruptly.

Not an inch of hair was covered on her body, all her snow-white skin was exposed, and the mottled marks on it were bruised and purple, messy and dazzling.

Lu Qiao's mind went blank, he just felt like he was having a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.

It turned out that the scene where Huo Yan saved her was an illusion that appeared when she was not conscious?
She still hasn't escaped He Qi's clutches, has she?
There are a lot of bees in the ears, buzzing non-stop.

Tears dried up on the bed sheets of the hotel, and there was still a charming smell in the air. Lu Qiao picked up the coat on the ground, covered the marks on his body, and opened all the windows in the room like crazy.

The night wind was as cool as water, Lu Qiao stood at the window and let it blow by, not knowing if it was cold, she was shivering all over.

She stood for a long time, looking down from the window. At an astonishingly high height, the people and cars below were as small as dust.

Lu Qiao wanted to jump directly several times, and it was all done once and for all, but thinking about her son and her parents whose hair had started to grow gray, she dared not be so selfish.

She was concerned, and in order to seek a relief, she abandoned them and left them with endless pain. She dared not and could not do it.

So she resisted the idea of ​​suicide, the wind dried her tears, and the smell in the room completely dissipated, she went to the bathroom.

After putting a lot of water and using a lot of shower gel, Lu Qiao kept cleaning, his hands were scratched, and the sutured wound on his right hand was also torn, and he didn't intend to stop.

She felt that her body was so dirty that she couldn't clean it no matter how she washed it, it was terribly dirty.

Lu Qiao knew that her current state was not right, she was stubborn like crazy, but she couldn't control herself, she couldn't stop.

Finally, the sound of footsteps entering the room interrupted her.

The sound of unfamiliar footsteps came from far to near, Lu Qiao thought it was He Qi who had left and returned, and the blood in his whole body froze.

A slender shadow suddenly appeared on the opaque frosted door of the bathroom, distorted like a ghost with teeth and claws.

Lu Qiao's pupils dilated, and the water sprayed from the shower fell into his eyes, causing a stinging pain, and scarlet bloodshots spread in his eyes.

The excessive heat in the bathroom made her dizzy, and the blood rushed to her head. She wrapped the bath towel, picked up the glass bottle with flowers on the sink, screamed and opened the door and rushed out.

With the ruthlessness of burning jade and stone, he smashed towards the figure in the room.

This time, it missed.

Without even touching the corner of the person's clothes, it hit the wall like a moth to a flame, and the glass bottle was completely shattered.