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Chapter 180 My husband is sick (4)

Qiao Yimo was awakened by the woman's weak whine.

The gloomy emotions receded like a tide in an instant, followed by panic.

What happened to him just now?
How could it be that he suddenly had the desire to die with the woman beside him, or to kill him and stay by his side forever.

It's so abnormal, not like him.

Could it be that he is sick?
Qiao Yimo tightened his hands on the steering wheel, and pursed his thin lips even tighter.

He turned his head slightly, looking ahead and looking at Qiyue.

The woman's crystal clear eyes were a little dim at the moment, which showed that the pain was real pain.

Just touching the woman's tear-stained cheek, he seemed to be burned by something, and subconsciously retracted his gaze.

Staring intently at the road ahead, he said calmly, "Hurry up, we'll be at the hospital soon."

The woman just responded shallowly, and then the car became quiet again.

Qiyue lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the man's hand holding the steering wheel.

He seemed to be afraid, what was he afraid of?

Before she had time to think, the pain in her ankle hit again, making Qiyue subconsciously want to swear.

What the hell, sprained ankle is not a disease, it hurts like hell.

But Qiao Yimo said that soon was soon.

More than ten minutes, but for Qi Yue, it is longer than a century.

By the time she got to the hospital, she was in so much pain that she had no strength left.

When Qiao Yimo opened the car door and picked her up, his whole body was limp like a lump of mud.

Cold sweat and tears had already wet the thin skirt on her body.

Together with the coat she was wrapped in and the seat under her body, there were deep water marks left behind.

Qiao Yimo frowned.

Is the sprained foot so serious now?
But he didn't ask, he just quickly carried the woman into the hospital.

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After a simple bandage, Qiyue took painkillers with the help of Qiao Yimo.

She took several sips of water to swallow the small pill.

After taking the medicine, she had already died half of her life.

After thanking the nurse with a smile, Qiyue began to look for his man.

After Qiao Yimo carried her in, he turned around and disappeared.

She asked the nurse who was about to leave, "Have you seen my husband?"

The nurse was taken aback, then pointed out the window, "You mean the gentleman who brought you here just now? He seems to have gone out to answer the phone."

As she said that, the little nurse said to Qiyue with some envy, "Your husband is so kind to you. I have never seen a husband who sent his wife so anxious. Even a pregnant woman who is about to give birth is not like this."

And Qiyue just sprained her ankle.

Just now when Qiao Yimo came in with Yue in his arms, his face was so serious that the front desk nurse on duty thought he was the strictest proctor in the college entrance examination room.

He didn't say a word, but that bluffing aura was so cold that it could freeze a hundred miles around.

The nurse at the front desk was so scared that he pressed first aid, but the doctor on duty came out and saw that the lady in his arms had just sprained her foot.

This troublesome oolong made everyone present feel ashamed.

Qiyue lowered her eyes, looking at the thick plaster cast on her feet.

She raised the corners of her mouth shallowly and weakly, and said softly, "Is it good for me? It seems to be very good."

But that's not to her, but to the host.

As the little princess held in the palm of the Luo family, food and clothing are never bad.

After marrying into Qiao's family, Qiao Yimo treated Luo Qiyue better.

The cook at home is a specially hired star chef, and the clothes he wears every day are new models from famous brands of the month, and they are all limited editions.

But the host didn't appreciate it.

Thinking of the way here just now, Qiao Yimo's crazy expression still lingered in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it.

A sense of powerlessness followed.

Luo Qiyue could just do it, but it seemed that Qiao Yimo was suffering from illness.

Now that I have come here, the burden of healing falls on me again.

After the nurse left, Qiyue sat quietly on the chair, waiting for the man to come back.

The hospital in the middle of the night was very quiet, except for the patrolling nurses who occasionally passed by, there were almost no one there.

The overhead lights are blindingly white, and the painkillers are kicking in.

After finishing the bone setting, the pain also eased a little, and now the unbearable pain subsided.

Qiyue looked at the empty corridor in front of her, waiting for the man to come back, a little drowsy.

Just as she was about to close her eyes in a daze, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground slowly stopped beside her.

"eat something."

The man's slender white hands held a piece of bread that didn't look very tasty. The cheap wrapping paper reflected a slightly glaring white light under the white lamp.

Qiyue froze for a moment, looking at the piece of bread sleepily.

Seeing that she didn't pick it up, Qiao Yimo thought that Qiyue didn't like the bread, so she couldn't help saying, "Don't be disgusted, all the shops around are closed in the middle of the night, and only one convenience store is still open. This bread looks cheap. But I ate it, and it tastes good, and it’s not poisonous.”

The host is very picky when it comes to food, basically she doesn't eat anything outside.

To eat is to go to star restaurants.

There are special chefs in charge of the pastries at home, and they never eat pastries from outside.

Qiyue shook her head quickly, shaking off the drowsy sleepiness in her head, "No, I'm not very hungry."

The host didn't eat much at all today.

When I came to the bar, I ordered some wine to fill my stomach.

But it was because of these drinks that she was not hungry at all.

The man in front of him didn't withdraw his hand after hearing her words, but put it stubbornly in front of her eyes.

Qiyue turned her head to look at the man.

Under the white light, the man's black hair was slightly shrouded in a faint whiteness.

Under the light, the already fair skin became more transparent.

That pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes fixedly looked at her, and her thin lips were pursed into a cold straight line.

Qiyue sighed, and had no choice but to reach for the piece of bread.

The plastic wrapping paper he took in made a soft sound. After the man withdrew his hand, he turned to her and sat down silently.

She took a bite of the bread lightly, and the dry bread entered her mouth.

Qiyue frowned subconsciously.

Not tasty, really bad.

Under Xi Muqing's feeding, Qiyue's mouth has long been raised.

Taking a bite of this bread now, she subconsciously wanted to spit it out.

But feeling the burning eyes of the man beside him, Qiyue had to force herself to swallow the bread.

"Is it delicious?" Qiao Yimo asked.

Qiyue nodded quickly, and looked at him with a sweet smile, "It's delicious."

Qiao Yimo subconsciously clenched his folded hands on his lap, "That's good."

"En." Qiyue responded shallowly, then turned her head and continued to eat bread in pain.

It's just that they have to pretend to be delicious.

But it hurt her.

Qiao Yimo looked at the woman seriously.

It's obviously not delicious, but it's delicious.

Obviously can't eat, but continue to eat.

Her brows were so frowned that she almost killed a fly, and she was still pretending.

Sure enough, did she find a new way to stay away from him?

Pretend to fall in love with him obediently, and then run away from him again when he is unguarded?
(End of this chapter)