Qiao Liuhua looks at a pile of baby clothes bought by gong xi Leng and comes back. His eyes are shining and he wants to talk.

Gong xi said coldly, "picture, I don't want to see you so tired of making clothes every day. You are the queen. Just order the following people to arrange what you need."

When Qiao Liu's movements stopped, he suddenly pricked his finger.

She couldn't help but hurt, and Gong Xi's cold and painful heart was all clenched. He quickly grabbed Qiao Liuhua's hand, wiped the blood off her, and carried the work to stop the bleeding.

Gong xi looked at Qiao Liu's painting with cold and heartache. "Is it still painful?"

Qiao Liuhua looks up at the cold and distressed eyes of shanggongxi, which are in fact somewhat trance.

She could see that he was really in love with her, really because her fingers were pricked.

In fact, she didn't feel anything, just pricked her fingers, touched her nerves and hurt instinctively.

At first, she shed so much blood, she cried out in pain, and he didn't blink.

The first time he broke through the paper with her, he almost broke her.

At that time, he really did not care about her feelings at all and tore it directly.

At that time, she was afraid of the pain, convulsed, and he still didn't stop.

But now her finger was pricked, and he was so nervous.

So now he is flesh and blood. Was he ice before?

At that time, he had hatred in his heart.

Gong xi asked Qiao Liuhua nervously and coldly. He was really distressed by the conditioned reflex.

But when he made an incredible look at Joe, his eyes broke.

He seemed to know what she was thinking through the eyes of Qiao Liuhua.

His hand trembled, trying to explain, "I I... "

Qiao Liuhua was the first to react, and pulled out his hand and said, "it's OK, it's a small injury, it doesn't hurt."

Gong xi's cold hands are empty, his eyes are dim and sad. He really wants to explain something, but he finds that even if he explains, all his words are pale.

He thinks that the heartache he shows now may be fake in the eyes of Qiao Liuhua, right?

After all, he didn't blink when she was in such pain.

But now he is really distressed. He can't help it. He can't stand her injury. Look at her bleeding. Even a drop of blood, his heart is like a needle.

Gong Xilin sat down beside him, trying to find a topic to talk about, but he couldn't find a topic.

"I'm sorry before, you blame me, right? If you don't blame me, I will blame myself. "

Qiao Liuhua listened and kept silent.

Gong xi sighed coldly and said, "if you don't say what you said before, I won't say, that is, can you stop making clothes? You can see that you pricked your hand carelessly, and I've bought back my clothes."

He is the king of the sea people. His identity as a child will be the most noble. He will not be short of children, so he doesn't want Qiao Liuhua to continue to be so busy and hard.

Qiao Liuhua sipped his lips and said, "I'm free. I'm not tired of making clothes. I want to make clothes for my children by myself, so I pour out my love for them. I don't feel hard."

Qiao Liuhua feels that gong xi Leng may not understand her feelings at this time.

In fact, as long as Qiao Liuhua expresses her ideas, Gong Xilin can understand.

Gong xi said coldly, "is there anything I can do with my own hands?"