Chapter 589 You Are In Paris, Will You Remember Me 2

Mu Liang came back to his senses, let go of his hand slightly, closed his eyes, closed his eyes to rest his mind, he didn't want to say a word more, as if saying a word more would make him tired.

Qiao Xia went to a small clinic nearby to see her hand.

The bone in her wrist was lacerated, and it was already red and swollen. The doctor prescribed some medicine for her. Qiao Xia asked about the efficacy of the medicine in detail. After knowing that it was harmful to the child, she didn't even want external application. She went back to the hotel and used a hot towel Apply over and over again.

In the middle of the night, her wrist swelled badly, almost 1.5 times the size of the other hand. The pain caused Qiao Xia to sweat profusely, and she couldn't sleep. The feeling is only a little better, the person is tossed into a cold sweat, there is no way to stop the pain, and there is no strength in the wrist...

For the sake of the child, it's nothing to endure this bit of pain.

Mu Liang is holding the phone, all the information has been downloaded, there is no record, Qiao Xia's nickname is his wife, but there is no chat record, it is blank, Mu Liang is expressionless, trying to suppress the irritability in his heart .

He is a man with super self-control. He lost his mobile phone, put it aside, and let his mind go blank.

Suddenly, there were footsteps behind him, and he knew who it was.

Gu Xixi hugged him from behind, pressing her delicate body against his cold back.

The slender and white arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly, her cheek against his back, she was attached to his breath, so familiar yet so strange, never had such intimacy.

He and she are always inseparable.

Even in the days without Qiao Xia, it was hot and cold like that.

So unpredictable, but let her indulge, love.

"A Liang, aren't you happy with me?" Gu Xixi asked.

Without Qiao Xia, there is no barrier between them, isn't he happy?

What would it be like if there was no such person as Qiao Xia in this world?

"You are overthinking." Mu Liang said lightly.

He looked at the night scene outside the window, but his eyes were out of focus. There seemed to be a ghost in the mirror, waving its barbed hands, struggling desperately to get out of the mirror, trying to tear him apart.

He looked indifferently at the struggling ghost in the mirror, provocative and mocking.

Who do you think you are?

He is not afraid of living people, but is he afraid of dead people?

Gu Xixi walked around in front of him. She had just taken a shower, her hair was draped softly, and she was wearing a silk pajamas, which was almost transparent and could be seen at a glance. She was wearing nothing under the pajamas, and the silk belt was loosely wrapped around her waist. In the middle, the neckline of the deep v was open, looking down condescendingly, she could see the spring scenery at a glance, her soft body kept rubbing against him, teasing him, trying her best.

Mu Liang's eyes were ice-cold and as clear as water.

Gu Xixi raised her head, kissed his chin, the corner of his lips, kissed his lips, Mu Liang tilted her head slightly, her lips fell on the corner of his lips, Gu Xixi was stunned, and put her hands around his Neck, Xinxiang's soft body seemed to be bewitching, constantly blooming enchanting in front of his eyes.

"Ah Liang, don't you want me?"

Her voice was soft and affectionate, she tilted her head and kissed his cheek and earlobe, it was fragrant and soft, she reached into his clothes with the other hand, and gently caressed his chest with the other hand, all the way down.

The ghost in the mirror barked its fangs and claws more and more, as if carrying fierce resentment, it kept attacking. Mu Liang was hot all over, and his rationality faded away. He suddenly picked up Gu Xixi and threw him on the bed, and he followed suit.