Chapter 113

For Qiao Wenxi, Li Beichen spilled the boiling soup on Yuxuan's soft skin without hesitation. Those cold eyes didn't even blink.

He had no pity for her at all.

Cruel and ruthless.

If Qiao Wenxi really came back, what would happen to Shi Yuxuan, who only has the reputation of Mrs. Li?

The century wedding was nothing more than a game of chess played by him using her.

After winning step by step, she can't help being kicked out?

After that, what should she do?

Back to the villa area by the Lingshan River, is that the so-called home?

No, she doesn't.

If you can, this marriage, she doesn't want to leave.

But Li Beichen, how can he not give the woman he loves a title?

Thinking of this, Yuxuan could no longer restrain the dense tears in his eyes, and the hot tears fell wantonly on his pale cheeks.

She cried and never had a voice.

In the past, when she was in the orphanage, she didn't cry, but never wiped her tears cowardly for others to beat and scold herself. But no matter how strong she is, she is just a delicate person. She will cry. But always just curled up in the quilt, crying silently. No one will know how sad it is to shrink in the corner of the quilt and keep shaking.

Maybe it's because I miss my parents, or maybe it's a hungry stomach cramp, or it's a good partner who feels distressed and bullied.

Never sobbing for being bullied, she now wipes her tears cowardly because of inexplicable worry. She even wants to put aside her hedgehog like disguise and cry for a while.

She doesn't even know what's going on.

But after all, she stubbornly suppressed the idea of crying. There was no sound, crying.

Seeing her fragile appearance, Li Beichen's body suddenly stiffened.

What has this woman experienced? Even crying, there was no sound.

She's not the daughter of Sophia's CEO. Do you want anything? It shouldn't be people who have been tortured by pain.

"Why are you so sad?" He reached out his hand and rubbed his frown. He wanted to dispel something but failed. This inexplicable feeling made Li Beichen anxious and even extremely hot.

Reaching out, he rolled up the cuffs of his shirt.

He has strong arms and some green tendons. He really drank more tonight.

No wonder you feel irritable.

The slender and bony hand was inserted in the trouser pocket. Li Beichen stepped aside his slender and straight legs and went to the bedside to sit down. Indifferent low voice, not slow, "huh? Why are you so sad? "

Feeling that the big double bed sank, Yuxuan returned to his mind. He quickly stubbornly wiped away the tears on his face and straightened his mood.

With a flat mouth, Yuxuan gave him a look angrily, "if you have the ability, try the taste of being splashed with boiling water by me."

Three days later, the scalded place still hurts? So painful that she wiped her tears?

Glanced at the skin exposed outside the Nightgown, deep and dangerous eyes, deep eyes color, "give me your left hand."

"What are you doing?" Some conflict, Yuxuan stubbornly drilled into the quilt.

"Give it to me." Attached to her body, she spread her arms against her side, and the hot breath was pressed down with a low voice.

"Hum, no!" Yuxuan glared at him and shrank behind him.

Li Beichen frowned slightly and stretched out his hand to imprison her slender waist.

"You hide again and try?"