Love is even colder than snow - Chapter 1183

Seeing Qin Muyan staring at his hand, Bo Qing couldn’t help feeling a little uncomfortable.

He stepped forward and whispered, “smoke, the food is ready. I’ll feed you.”

Bo Qinggang was about to reach out, pick up the dishes and chopsticks and feed her. He suddenly realized that if he fed her like this, the injury on his hand must be displayed in front of her.

Thin Qing hurriedly took his hand back, “little smoke, why don’t you eat something yourself?”

After hearing this, Qin Muyan slowly took back his sight from his hand.

In her memory, his hands have always been bony and beautiful.

Because he practices martial arts, his finger belly has a thin cocoon unique to martial arts practitioners, but the back of his hand is smooth and clean, like a good jade.

But at this time, there were obvious burns and ugly blisters on the back of his hand.

His slender fingers left many ferocious scratches. At first glance, he was unskilled in cutting vegetables. The knife fell and didn’t cut on the vegetables. Instead, he cut it on his own hand.

Qin Muyan vaguely understood that he was so kind to her all of a sudden, maybe it was because he knew the truth that she saved him, and he wanted to compensate her.

However, her children are gone. The people who died miserably will never come back. His so-called compensation means nothing to her.

“Bo Shao, you don’t have to.”

Qin Muyan kept her face away. She forced herself not to see Bo Qing’s hand hidden behind her. “Bo Shao, if you really want to believe that I was the one who saved you.”

“If you are willing to compensate me, please let me go, let my grandmother go, and never appear in front of me again.”

“Little smoke, I won’t let go!”

As soon as Bo Qing was worried, he forgot to continue to hide his hand. He hurriedly grabbed Qin Muyan’s small hand. “Xiaoyan, I want to make up for my mistakes. I want to take good care of you and love you all my life until I die.”

Until death

Qin Muyan’s eyelashes trembled.

What a nice thing he said!

Really, once, she dreamed of holding his hand, clasping her fingers and helping each other until she was old.

At that time, if he said that he was willing to stay with her until his death, she would jump into his arms without hesitation, abandon all her reserve and embrace him with the warmest gesture.

However, between them, their children’s lives have been separated. In this life, she doesn’t want to look back.

Qin Muyan tried hard to break away from Bo Qing’s big hand.

She found herself really disappointing.

He cruelly hurt her again and again for Tang Xiaoxue. She was black and blue, but she was worried that she would hurt him.

“Bo Shao, please let go!”

Don’t want to make the injury on his hand worse, Qin Muyan can only continue to put his face aside and whispered, “Bo Shao, I’m married. I have a husband. It’s not appropriate for you.”

Thin engine’s brain exploded with a bang.

His big hand kept trembling. He couldn’t continue to grasp Qin Muyan’s small hand.

Yes, Qin Muyan has a husband now.

Her husband is Shen Chi.

He forced her to marry Shen Chi.

In his last life, Shen Chi became famous and rich. He was really good to Qin Muyan.

However, the early years were dark and violent, with extreme inferiority and distortion.

In addition to his sarcastic and vicious words, he did not really abuse Qin Muyan, but his mother Gao Fenglan trampled on Qin Muyan’s dignity again and again.

She was tortured in every way.

Even forced her to sell wine around the fat and the thin, and even wanted to send her to someone else’s bed.

And all her pain and despair are thanks to him.

“Little smoke, I…”

“Bo Shao, please don’t appear in front of me again! When I can stand up, I will leave here and I will not appear in front of you again. ”

“Smoke, don’t leave me! Don’t leave me! ”

For fear that Qin Muyan would really ignore him again, just like in his previous life. No matter how regretful he was, she was only willing to smile in Gu Shen’s arms. There was unspeakable fear in Bo Qing’s heart.

He was like a child who couldn’t find his way home. He eagerly grabbed Qin Muyan’s little hand, “Xiaoyan, I can’t live without you! I really can’t live without you! ”

“Bo Shao, it’s enough for you to have Tang Xiaoxue.”

Qin Muyan’s words blocked Bo Qing directly and didn’t know how to continue to defend himself.

He can only stand rigidly in place, holding Qin Muyan’s small hand, but he is unwilling to let go.

Originally, Bo Qing didn’t want Qin Muyan to see his injured hand, but now that she had seen it, he didn’t need to take it away.

Especially when he thought of his last life, later, Lu huaizuo sold cute clothes in order to save Tang Su’s heart. Bo Qing felt that he might have a try.

But it’s pathetic to sell cute clothes

Bo Qing’s handsome face is black. He is actually colder than Lu huaizuo. It’s hard to see light on a handsome face, which will only make people feel that he is thin, cold and cruel.

He felt that to make a pitiful expression, he might as well cut his abdomen directly.

However, he desperately wanted to save Qin Muyan’s heart. He decided to do something he didn’t dare to think about in his two lives.

“Bo Shao, please let me go!”

After a pause, Qin Muyan said, “thin, please respect yourself!”

Qin Muyan tried hard on her hand. She was trying to earn her hand from Bo Qing’s palm. She heard his poor voice, “little smoke, my hand is hurt. I hurt so much.”

Qin Muyan suddenly stared round her eyes. She was so surprised that she forgot to shake off Bo Qing’s hand.

She couldn’t believe looking at the man in front of her. For a time, she suspected that she had auditory hallucinations.

Bo Qing, is he playing coquettish?

He is so cruel and cold, as if a person without heart would be spoiled?!

For the first time, Bo Qing was very ashamed.

His handsome face suddenly became darker than the darkest night.

He felt that he had some and didn’t know himself.

Just now, what is that spoiled ghost?!

However, he noticed that after he said this, Qin Muyan didn’t continue to shake off his hand. He felt that the act of coquetry seemed to be very useful.

Once reborn, twice cooked. Now that it has begun, it will be much easier to go on.

Thin Qing forced down the sense of shame brought by being coquettish. He spoke to Qin Muyan again, “Xiao Yan, when I cut potato silk, I cut more than a dozen knives in my hand.”

“When I was cooking, a lot of oil splashed on my hands.”

Thin Qing quietly looked at Qin Muyan and continued to bite his teeth. “My hands are so hot that I can get oil bubbles! Little smoke, I’m dying of pain! “