The arch bridge is only a few meters away from the private house, but Shangyu didn't step forward.

Between the two separated by a sea of flowers, dark road, but fragrant flowers.

Li Qiao holds the door frame with one hand and the ice bag with the other. She doesn't know what the man is hesitating about. She sighs silently and raises her feet to move forward again slowly.

There were not many steps under her feet, but she walked hard.

Li Qiao, who has just been awake for several hours, still can't move freely.

The feeling of stepping on cotton made her frown tightly. After a few steps, there was no supporting point around her. Li Qiao's figure was shaking, as if she could be blown away in a gust of wind.

At this time, the man who hesitated for a long time finally moved.

He stepped forward, with an almost urgent speed, and faster and faster.

Li Qiao focused on the road under her feet, and her heavy pace became slower and slower.

Until the opposite sound of footsteps, she just raised her head, the whole person was into the trembling chest.

Li Qiao was already weak. She suddenly ran into the man's arms. As soon as her legs were soft, her body slipped uncontrollably.

Shang Yu encircled her waist and fell to the ground on one knee.

From beginning to end, the man didn't speak, but she didn't say a word.

Li Qiao falls in front of Shang Yu's chest, a burst of dizziness and dizziness, calms down, and finds that the man is shaking badly.

He was hard all over, shortness of breath, the palm of his hand clasped the back of her head and pressed it against his heart.

Li Qiao had some difficulty breathing. She gently pushed the man's shoulder with her ice bag hand, but then she shuddered and stopped all her movements.

I don't know if it's an illusion. There's a hot drop on her neck.

Then, two drops... Three drops

Li Qiao Leng in his arms for several seconds, in the hands of the ice bag also fell to the ground, she struggled to lift her head from his arms, but the man's strength is too big, hoop her can't move.

Under the thick night, in the middle of the garden, the man knelt down on one knee and held the girl in silent tears.

He was so dark that his back was very bleak. He was buried in Li Qiao's neck. He was not strong in the past, but fragile and helpless.

Li Qiao struggled more and more. She was so annoyed that she couldn't do it. "You, release, open..."

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness washed all her limbs. She couldn't work hard and even spoke softly.

She wanted to see if he was crying.

He is a Nanyang businessman Shaoyan, a giant, proud of everything, he can't shed tears.

After all, Li Qiao couldn't resist the strength of a man. She felt his heart beating violently. Her fingertips moved up from his shoulder and brushed his chin line. Her tentacles were cold.

"What's the matter with you?" Li Qiao's soft palm rubbed his face and choked, "Shaoyan..."

The man's back is stiff, and his head is close to her neck. His voice is hoarse, and he can't hear the mellow tone, "sorry..."

Shang Yu held her back, cold thin lips on her face fell one shallow kiss after another, "I give you my life, don't go..."

The moment a man opens his mouth, Li Qiao's throat seems to be blocked with cotton wadding, and her breathing is blocked.

She tried to raise her head to open the distance. In the field of vision, Shang Yu closed his eyes. A tear just gushed out of the corner of his eye, slipped over his high nose and hit his shirt.

Li Qiao's eyes turned red and her fingertips brushed his eyelids. She couldn't figure out what Shangyu had experienced in the past few days when she was trapped by narcolepsy.

He was so haggard that his brows and eyes drooped and he couldn't say how heavy he was.

Li Qiao held the man's face and touched each other's forehead. "I didn't go, and I won't go in the future."

She thought about thousands of things and his future. Even in those days when she was trapped on an isolated island, what she thought about most every day was how to spend time.

If separation could solve the problem, they would not have been together in the first place.

Shang Yu's eyes were closed, his broken hair hung down at the tip of his eyebrows and the corner of his eyes, dejected and negative.

He didn't even dare to look into Li Qiao's eyes. He was afraid to see that she had no choice but to compromise with him.

At the moment, Shangyu is full of uneasiness and uneasiness.

All the emotions ferment uncontrollably. Only holding Li Qiao tightly can we feel a little comfort and satisfaction.

She's still here. She said she wouldn't go.

....

At the back of the arch bridge, Shang Zong looked at the scene happily, and his eyes behind the mirror also made waves inadvertently.

Next to him are he Chen and Luoyu.

He Chen Junlang's eyebrows returned to a certain degree of frivolity and cynicism. He looked sideways and said playfully, "do you want to tell them to divorce this afternoon, really or to stimulate Li Qiao?"

Shang Zonghai collected the spirit and slowly fiddled with the beads. "Human life is not a joke."

He Chen squinted and his face changed subtly.

He heard that the old man really wanted them to divorce and let Li Qiao be free.

"Well, you two keep watch. After they finish talking, you can send Shaoyan back to the hospital. Don't let them see each other often during this time."

He Chen licked the corner of his lip, "are you sure you don't want them to meet? Will Shaoyan cooperate?"

Shang Zonghai turned around and said, "if he doesn't cooperate, divorce as soon as possible."

He Chen was speechless

Ten minutes later, Shang Yu holds Li Qiao and sits in the living room of his private house. Neither of them talks. He hugs the girl in his arms and refuses to let go for a long time.

There is no one in the living room to disturb. Li Qiao starts to feel sleepy again because of the quiet atmosphere. She looks at the coffee table and wants to apply ice bags to her face.

Suddenly, with a flash of light, Li Qiao saw that Shang Yu's dark red, blood like eyes were staring at the wheelchair not far away, and his expression was dark and unclear.

She rolled a voice, holding the man's face, let him face himself, "when do you go back?"

Shang Yu's arm was obviously stiff, and he couldn't control himself to take her more firmly into his arms. For a long time, the man bowed his head to her ear and said, "let me hold her a little longer..."

"Almost. You've been holding her for twenty minutes." He Chen walked into the living room with a cold face. Behind him was a tray of falling rain with several kinds of porridge dishes on it.

Shang Yu turned a deaf ear to it, but Li Qiao was the only one in her red eyes.

He Chen stepped forward and kicked the coffee table, looking at the man's small arm, "if you don't let her go, your son will suffocate."

Li Qiao is pregnant now, and Shaoyan's reason obviously can't control her behavior. If they continue to stay together, Li Qiao's injury is inevitable.

He Chen suddenly understood Shang Zonghai's intention to let them not meet in the near future. For Shaoyan, Li Qiao is not an antidote, but a poison deep into the bone marrow. There is no antidote.

At this time, in he Chen's reminder, the man abruptly withdrew his arm, palms empty support Li Qiao's waist line, heavy eyes full of tension, "I hurt you again?"

Li Qiao gently patted the back of his hand, shook her head and looked at he Chen. She said slowly, "don't talk nonsense. It's not that serious..."

He Chen's cold face: "you are too busy to take care of yourself. Are you still used to him?"

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