Mr. Xiao’s Unconditional Love

"Ye Qiao, you saved dad in a previous life, did you forget?" Xiao Gun's voice sounded in his ears, and Ye Qiao paused in a daze.

"Me, when did I save him? Before I married him, except for one night...Isn't there any intersection at all?" One night said to the child, too ugly. She really can't remember at all. Before getting married, except for the heatstroke, what else did she have in common with him?

"In the summer vacation of your sophomore year, when you traveled to Province Y with Li Yun and Shen Xichuan, in the inn..." Xiao Gun's voice sounded again. He only said this sentence to remind her.

Ye Qiao’s memory, returning to that summer vacation, remember that she had saved a person, but it was not Lu Beixiao.

It was a man who was shot in the body with a beard...

"Wait! Xiao Gun, you mean, that beard-faced man, yes, is it him?!" Ye Qiao said excitedly.

"Dad was working undercover at the time, deliberately making up like that! Stupid!" Xiao Gun said disgustedly.

Ye Qiao was stunned. She stood on the side of the road with people coming and going. After a while, she walked towards the square and sat down on the bench...

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In the shower room, the mist evaporated, and the water washed the girl's white, flawless, graceful body. She herself felt beautiful, especially the cinnabar mole on her chest.

At night, Shen Xichuan had the same meaning with her again, but she refused again.

She definitely can't take birth. The old way of getting pregnant before marriage!

She wants to save her purest self for wedding night. With Shen Xichuan, I always worry about gains and losses. It seems that only by marrying him will I feel at ease!

At this time, the door to the bathroom suddenly opened, and Ye Qiao was so scared that he was about to scream, his mouth was covered.

"Don't make a sound!" The man's low voice came, with a strong smell of blood pungent, and the mirror covered with steam vaguely reflected the picture of her being hijacked by a gun from behind.

There was a loud noise from the next room, as if someone was looking for someone.

Ye Qiao was trembling with fright, she encountered the legendary black. Is it social? It has long been heard that Province Y is insecure and the border area is very chaotic. It was Shen Xichuan who insisted on coming.

What makes her most desperate is that she is now a little bit dead!

For a long time, there was no movement outside, and the muzzle at the temple left. The man let go of her, and fell to the toilet on the side. Ye Qiao immediately turned around and saw a blood hole in the man’s chest, bleeding, and on the floor tiles. It's all blood flowing toward the drain.

She screamed in fright, but could not make any sound.

The man's face is full of beard, and he can't see his original face. He has a strong body, long hands and long legs. With his presence, the shower room looks cramped and narrow.

It's so beautiful!

The man squinted his eyes and glanced at the girl who was not hanging. At this look, the adrenaline soared and he could not even feel the pain of the wound.

Ye Qiao realized his gaze and wanted to scream again.

"Don't shout, or we will all die!" The man's voice was low and hoarse.

She really wanted to die when she was completely watched by a man! Ye Qiao was about to cry, grabbed the bath towel, wrapped it indiscriminately, and was about to rush out, the man stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't run, I won't kill you!" He said, standing up laboriously, the blood hole in his chest was still bleeding.

He stood up and took off his clothes with one hand, revealing his tired muscles and the wound. It shouldn't hurt to the point, otherwise he would have died early.

"Go, find a candle! Don't even think about calling someone! It's not good for you!" He commanded in a deep voice, his voice still hoarse.

She really went to find the candle and watched him sitting on the toilet lid, biting the towel in his mouth, holding the dagger, burning the tip of the knife with the candle, and then dug out the shot ball...

He slept in the shower room all night, and got up the next day and cleaned her shower room without leaving a trace of blood.

And she, curled up in the corner, was scared to sleep all night.

"What is your name?" The man looked at her and asked in a deep voice before leaving.

She shook her head.

The man walked to the desk, opened her backpack, took out her student ID card from it, and opened...