Chapter 491

"Miss, if you don't come back, the patient won't cooperate. My lips are numb. Let him have dinner, and he won't wait for you. As a result, I'm waiting here." Xia Qinglian said angrily and looked at Ling shaotian helplessly and set the chopsticks.

After listening to his mother's words, Zhang Ruiqing said: "how can you do this? If I go to work or come back late, can you just wait? It's really... How can you be as headstrong as a child!"

Ling shaotian chuckles: "if you are distressed, you will go home on time."

They are tired and crooked. Xia Qinglian's mouth also rises slightly. She turns around and goes to the room to call Zhang huaizhen for dinner. The family sits on the table and their happy appearance warms their hearts.

"By the way, how about Li muyuan? Do you have any reaction when you go to see him today?" Almost finished eating, Ling shaotian finally asked Xia Qinglian what she wanted to ask.

Zhang Ruiqing's face obviously sank down. After the stiff action, after finishing the last meal, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and slowly said, "it's not very good. I'm afraid it won't last long."

She is lost in her heart. Li muyuan becomes like this for her sake. She can't be indifferent. She just calms her mood to the most calm level and pretends to accept all this. She is afraid that she can't stand it if she doesn't talk. If she collapses, she will worry about the three people in front of her.

Because the problem involves Li muyuan, the atmosphere suddenly becomes heavy. After Ling shaotian puts down the dishes and chopsticks, he gets up and goes to the upstairs room. Xia Qinglian looks at his back and winks at Zhang Ruiqing.

"If you go and see, he will blame himself for not saying it."

"I see." Zhang Ruiqing took a sip of water and nodded. Then he got up and followed Ling shaotian up the stairs and walked into the room.

He came to the bedside, stood in front of the wardrobe, stretched out his hand, found Zhang Ruiqing's pajamas and put them on the bed. He wanted to turn to the bathroom to help her drain water, but saw her standing at the door of the room.

Ling shaotian stood there motionless. Zhang Ruiqing came forward and put his hand around his waist. His whole body was buried in his arms.

Zhang Ruiqing's small body is shrouded in his tall posture. Ling shaotian reaches out his hand and falls on her back. Feeling his action, Zhang Ruiqing holds his waist harder.

"Blame me for not protecting you." He gently patted Zhang Ruiqing on the back and began to blame himself.

Zhang Ruiqing did not speak and shook her head.

They held each other like this. After a while, she looked up at his determined chin and said slowly, "I'm just grateful, moved and guilty for what he did. I won't shake my feelings for you because of such things. Shaotian, the one I love is you. Do you know what I love..."

Zhang Ruiqing's sudden confession makes lingshao Tianxin Lake agitated and rippled. Her surging breath is even more aggravating. Her eyes are as deep as a deep pool, and she hates not to be able to suck her in.

"Qingqing, I love you." He said affectionately, like expounding a fact that had been brewing in his heart for a long time, and finally burst out at this moment.

After listening to Ling shaotian's response, Zhang Ruiqing stands on tiptoe and kisses him on the lips. His eyes are full of spring water and waves. It's just a pious kiss, but Ling shaotian can't help it.

He lowered his head, hugged Zhang Ruiqing tightly, reached out to take off the back of her head, and took the initiative to deepen the kiss just now when she was about to leave her lips.

The two lovers kiss each other selflessly and turn around. Zhang Ruiqing is pressed against the wall by him. Her warm fingertips pass through her short hair. Her eyes are full of love for her.

"I wish I could hold you in my arms all the time and keep you by my side forever."

"I'm your wife, so I'll always be with you."

"Wife..." Ling shaotian put on a performance at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Zhang Ruiqing with soft eyes, and his low voice was like the melodious sound of a cello.

"Well!" Zhang Ruiqing raised her head and answered with a warm smile.

"Wife..." he called again, the voice is more strong, wish to melt Zhang Ruiqing.

"Well!" She answered again, smiling and burying her head in his chest.

Zhang Ruiqing's face is even more red and charming. Ling shaotian is allowed to hold it. They move to the bedside step by step.

The whole thin body buried in the quilt, Ling shaotian leaned over and looked down at her.

"Your leg is not healed yet." She cautioned against excessive exercise.

Ling shaotian nose with a strong smell floating in her scaly white neck: "Qingqing, you doubt your husband's ability."

"No... well," Zhang Ruiqing was very excited, and felt his warm hand catching the towering scallion from the corner of her clothes with a gun.

"A man's biggest failure is that he can't serve his wife well." His fingers skillfully in which scallion on the force, grasp a variety of shapes.

The enchanting voice bewitched her even more. Zhang Ruiqing opened her mouth slightly and chanted softly. Her pink lips were moistening like water, as if waiting for his picking.

Ling shaotian takes a deep breath, kisses her lips, and slides the tip of his tongue into her mouth like a dragon, stirring and making a tut tut.

Because the man in front of her is her love, in the face of the person she loves, a woman will usually be more charming in bed, and Ling shaotian's flirtation is even more perfect.

After a while, Zhang Ruiqing turned into a pool of spring water, limping in his arms, bowing as if to cater to his action, Ling shaotian's fingertips slowly down, gently open the buttons on her casual pants.

It's a good night's sleep.

Early in the morning, Zhang Ruiqing felt as if she was going to fall apart. She lay motionless on the bed. When she opened her eyes, Ling shaotian was well dressed, tall and straight, dressed in a suit and shoes, and her handsome facial features were soft and comfortable.

"Where are you going?" She frowned and asked hoarsely.

Ling shaotian turned to see his wife wake up, quickly bent down to kiss her exposed in the quilt outside the fragrant shoulder.

"When you wake up, I have to go to the company and make an appointment with nanziheng at noon. You don't have to wait for me. If you are tired, don't get up. Have a good rest at home these days, eh!" Ling shaotian is satisfied with her masterpiece. She looks at the red plum on her body and whispers softly. After that, her face is waiting for her response.

What a beautiful woman. Ling shaotian can't help thinking about what happened in the past. He only thinks that being able to be with the woman in front of him is a gift from heaven. She not only cured her illness, but also warmed herself in her heart. If he didn't look at her at the end, she was really tired. He really wanted to bring her more love and keep her in a wonderful situation.