Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Mo Qiuxi was a little confused when she first woke up, her eyes wet and misty like mist, very cute, and hit the softest place of Wen Qingzhu's heart like a small animal.

It's incredible to make Wen Qingzhu's heart soft, just want to hide her and love it and take good care of it.

Both of them just woke up, as if they had forgotten all the unpleasantness before, and they looked at each other, and the affectionate light was also surging.

No one can deceive themselves, they are in love.

It's just that maybe there is something between them that needs to be broken in.

Wen Qingzhu's heart quivered and his eyes were as deep as water. He reached out and gently stroked Mo Qiuxi's hair, with a dry throat, "Qiu Xi."

It's just two words, soft and gentle, with extreme tenderness and lingering, like a string, it touches the heart string.

Mo Qiuxi listened to these two words, and his heart throbbed.

She seems to have forgotten the time and place, only remembering this moment of emotion and infatuation.

Mo Qiuxi responded in a trance, "Qingzhu?"

Wen Qingzhu listened to her soft name and missed a beat.

The person in front of him is clearly his wife, but he was like he was in his youth, and his heart palpitations were terrible, and his heartbeat followed.

Wen Qingzhu couldn't help but stretch out his hand to hold Mo Qiuxi's hand, almost holding it with excitement, his throat moved, because the excitement could hardly make a sound.

This time, Wen Qingzhu also remembered the scene before fainting.

At that moment, he watched Qiuxi's back disappear from his sight, and he was really desperate. His eyes were dark and no longer conscious.

That feeling is really painful. He doesn't want to experience it. He doesn't want to see her disappear from sight again.

In fact, at this moment, although Wen Qingzhu was excited, he felt more nervous and anxious.

He held Mo Qiuxi's hand very tightly. He was actually afraid that she would turn around and leave.

Mo Qiuxi was in a trance, her eyes were locked by Wen Qingzhu's gentle eyes, and her affection for his eyes, like a vortex, swallowed her into it.

After Mo Qiuxi recovered, she was slightly warm, and then she turned her head away and stopped looking.

Just looking at the ward, Mo Qiuxi also recalled what was going on.

Mo Qiuxi settled her mind and turned to Wen Qingzhu. Her eyes were calmer. She tried to make her voice calmer. "You woke up and you fainted. Is there any discomfort now?"

"Qiu Xi, you still care about me, right?"

Wen Qingzhu said nervously, with a slight vibrato in his voice.

With that in mind, Wen Qingzhu looked at Mo Qiuxie almost without blinking, afraid that she would say something she refused, and his heart could no longer bear it.

Mo Qiuxi couldn't help but want to say something, maybe he couldn't help but also want to hurt each other.

Maybe it hurts to make her feel a little bit happy and some not numb.

She found that her heart was broken, she shouldn't be, why she tortures the one she loves.

What's more, the doctor said that he can't stimulate him.

Mo Qiuxi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

She could only gently take her hand out of Wen Qingzhu's hand, but when she moved, Wen Qingzhu held it tighter and did not let her break free. Wen Qingzhu's hand was a little warm, wrapped in Mo Qiuxi's hand, and brought a trace of warmth to her.

"Qingzhu, you let go first, you just woke up, I'll get you something to eat."

Mo Qiuxi felt bitter in his heart. He was right. She couldn't help but want to care about him.

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