Chapter 1000 I Give You My Life

Chapter 1000 I give you my life

The arch bridge is only a few meters away from the private house, but Shang Yu has not stepped forward for a long time.

There is a sea of ​​flowers between the two, the road is dark, but the flowers are fragrant.

Li Qiao held on to the door frame with one hand and an ice pack in the other hand. She didn't know what the man was hesitating about, so she sighed silently, raised her foot and moved forward slowly again.

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

Li Qiao, who had just been awake for a few hours, was still unable to move freely.

The feeling of stepping on the cotton made her frown tightly. After walking a few steps, there was no support around her. Li Qiao's figure swayed, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

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

He took a step forward and walked over with an almost urgent speed, and it was getting faster and faster.

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

Until the sound of footsteps from the opposite side, she just raised her head, and her whole body was absorbed into her trembling chest.

Li Qiao was already weak, and suddenly bumped into the man's arms, her legs softened, and her body slid down uncontrollably.

Shang Yu wrapped his arms around her waist, bowed and fell to the ground with one knee.

From the beginning to the end, the man didn't speak, just hugged her without saying a word.

Li Qiao lay on Shang Yu's chest, feeling dizzy for a while, and when she regained her composure, she found that the man was trembling violently.

His whole body was stiff, his breathing was short of breath, and he clasped the back of her head with his palm and pressed hard on his heart.

Li Qiao was having difficulty breathing, and she gently pushed the man's shoulder with the hand holding the ice pack, but then her body trembled and she stopped all movements.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but a hot water drop fell on the side of her neck.

Then, two drops... three drops...

Li Qiao froze in his arms for several seconds, and the ice pack in her hand rolled to the ground. She struggled to lift her head from his arms, but the man's force was too strong, and she couldn't move.

Under the thick night, in the middle of the garden, the man knelt on one knee and hugged the girl, weeping silently.

His back was extremely bleak against the backdrop of his jet-black suit, and he buried his head in Li Qiao's neck. He was no longer as tough as before, but rather vulnerable and helpless.

Li Qiao struggled more and more, she was so annoyed, "You, let go, let go..."

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness washed over her limbs, she couldn't exert herself, and she couldn't even speak softly.

She wanted to see if he was crying.

He is Shaoyan, a Nanyang merchant, a giant in one party, who is proud of all things, and he cannot shed tears.

After all, Li Qiao couldn't resist the man's strength, she immersed herself in feeling his beating heart, her trembling fingertips slowly moved up from his shoulders, brushing against his jawline, the tentacles were icy cold.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Qiao's soft palm kept rubbing against his face, and she choked up, "Shaoyan..."

The man's back stiffened, and he tilted his head close to her neck, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear the original mellow tone, "I'm sorry..."

Shang Yu supported her back, and kissed her face one after another with his cold thin lips, "I give you my life, don't go..."

The moment the man opened his mouth, Li Qiao felt as if a ball of cotton wool was clogged in her throat, causing her breathing to be difficult.

She tried her best to raise her head to distance herself. In her vision, Shang Yu's eyes were closed, a tear welled up from the corner of his eye, slipped over the bridge of his nose, and hit his shirt.

Li Qiao's eyes were red, and she brushed his eyelids with her fingertips, wondering what Shang Yu had gone through during the few days when she was trapped by narcolepsy.

He haggarded a lot, his brows and eyes drooped, and he was indescribably heavy.

Li Qiao held the man's face and pressed their foreheads against each other, "I didn't leave, and I won't leave in the future."

She thought about thousands of futures with him, even in those days when she was trapped on an isolated island, what she thought most of every day was how to pass the time.

If separation would have solved the problem, the two of them would never have been together in the first place.

Shang Yu's eyes were closed tightly, and his broken hair hung down at the corners of his brows and eyes, depressed and negative.

He didn't even dare to look Li Qiao in the eyes, afraid of seeing her compromise with him out of helplessness.

At this moment, Shang Yu's heart was filled with uneasiness and apprehension.

All the emotions fermented uncontrollably, and only by hugging Li Qiao tightly could I feel a trace of comfort and satisfaction.

She is still there, she said she will not go.

...

Behind the arch bridge, Shang Zonghai watched this scene with a look of relief, his eyes behind the mirror inadvertently became turbulent.

Beside him are He Chen and Luo Yu.

He Chen's handsome brows and eyes regained a bit of frivolity and cynicalism. He looked sideways and said playfully, "You said in the afternoon that you want them to divorce, is it for real or to stimulate Li Qiao?"

Shang Zonghai restrained himself, fiddled with the Buddhist beads slowly, "Life is not a trifling matter."

He Chen narrowed his eyes, and his face changed subtly.

He could tell that the old man really planned to divorce them and return Li Qiao to freedom.

"Okay, you two just watch over. After they finish chatting, you send Shaoyan back to the hospital. It's better not to let them see each other often during this period."

He Chen licked the corner of his lower lip, "Are you sure you won't let them meet, Shaoyan will cooperate?"

Shang Zonghai turned around and said, "If he doesn't cooperate, then get a divorce as soon as possible."

He Chen was speechless: "..."

Ten minutes later, Shang Yu sat in the living room of the private house with Li Qiao in his arms. Neither of them spoke. He hugged the girl in his arms tightly and refused to let go for a long time.

There was no one to disturb the living room, the atmosphere was too quiet, and Li Qiao began to feel sleepy again. She cheered up, looked at the coffee table with her head tilted, and wanted to find an ice pack to apply to her face.

Suddenly, in a flash from the corner of her eye, Li Qiao saw Shang Yu's dark blood-like eyes fixed on the wheelchair not far away, with a gloomy expression.

She rolled her throat and held the man's face to make him face her, "When are you going back?"

Shang Yu's arms visibly stiffened, and he couldn't control himself to pull her into his arms more firmly. After a long time, the man lowered his head and pressed close to her ear, "Let me hold her for a while..."

"It's almost done. You've been hugging her for twenty minutes." He Chen walked into the living room with a cold face and out of season. Behind him was Luo Yu carrying a tray with some porridge and side dishes on it.

Shang Yu turned a deaf ear to it, Li Qiao was the only one in his crimson eyes.

He Chen stepped forward and kicked the coffee table, looking at the man's forearm with bulging veins, "If you don't let her go, your son will suffocate."

Li Qiao is pregnant now, and Shaoyan's rationality obviously cannot control his behavior. The two of them continue to stay together, and it is inevitable that Li Qiao will be injured.

He Chen suddenly understood Shang Zonghai's intention of telling them not to meet each other in the near future. For Yu Shaoyan, Li Qiao was not an antidote, but a poison that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and there was no cure for it.

At this time, under He Chen's reminder, the man withdrew his arm abruptly, and supported Li Qiao's waistline with his palm, his eyes were full of tension, "I hurt you again?"

Li Qiao patted the back of his hand soothingly, looked at He Chen while shaking her head, and said slowly: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not that serious..."

He Chen had a cold face: "I'm too busy to take care of myself, are you still spoiling him?"