Master's Million Blind Wife

"You misunderstood." Qiao An's expression became serious and her tone was also a little cold, "I just want to tell you that the feeling of being ripped open again and again is not comfortable or pleasant. If possible, I hope you can respect my feelings."    

    

Huo Chengzhou's face changed. He frowned and sat up straight. He threw the candy bag in his hand on Qiao An's leg. "I have something to do. I need to go out. You take care of yourself."    

    

Qiao An did not say anything. She raised her hand and threw the candy bag back to the chair beside her.    

    

"There was a crisp sound. Huo Chengzhou turned around and looked. There was a touch of displeasure in his eyes. The wheelchair turned quickly and left the infusion room.    

    

The large room was quiet. Qiao An exhaled and leaned against the back of the chair. She was physically and mentally exhausted.    

    

The mention of Moo Haoyan inevitably reminded her of the past.    

    

After all, she thought that they had been together for four years. Now that they had developed to such a stage, how could she not feel the slightest bit of sadness?    

    

Especially when she thought that she was still looking forward to their happy life, the man had already started to work on another woman frequently, and even called it solving physiological needs.    

    

How could she not feel disgusted and sad?    

    

She tried her best to tell herself not to mention the past, and to remove this rotten relationship from the roots.    

    

However, Huo Chengzhou kept challenging her limits time and time again.    

    

He was indeed a playboy with no inner meaning!    

    

He didn't even know how to write the word respect!    

    

Suddenly, the door of the infusion room was pushed open and Qiao An coldly said, "Didn't you have something to do? Why did you come back?"    

    

"Mom!"    

    

Suddenly, a soft child's voice was heard, followed by the sound of short legs running over. In the next instant, Qiao An's legs were hugged by a pair of small hands. "Mom, I miss you, Mom."    

    

Qiao An was stunned for a full five seconds before she realized that the child was really calling her. She smiled and lowered her head. She rubbed his head with her hands. "Baby, can't you find Mom?"    

    

"Yining!" Then there was another man with a deep voice and strong footsteps. Qin Jingzhi pulled Qin Yining to his side. "This is Auntie Qiao, not your mother."    

    

Yining?    

    

Qiao An instantly remembered what Huo Chengzhou said in the car. Qin Jingzhi had a son called Yining.    

    

"Dr. Qin?" She called out tentatively.    

    

"I'm sorry, Miss Qiao. This is my son, Qin Yining. He's only three and a half years old," Qin Jingzhi explained.    

    

"It's alright." Qiao An sniffed slightly, but she did not smell the familiar peony fragrance. Her eyes flashed with a hint of fuss. She said to Qin Jingzhi, "Take a seat."    

    

Qin Jingzhi sat down opposite of her. Qin Yining slid down from his body and sat beside Qiao An to talk to her. "Mom, are you sick?"    

    

"Yes, Auntie's leg is injured."    

    

"Mom, does it hurt?"    

    

Qin Yining's voice was soft and soft, which made Qiao An's heart ache. Qiao An shook her head. "Auntie doesn't."    

    

She curled her lips and smiled. A faint dimples appeared. Qin Jingzhi was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses. He lowered his eyes and his chest was filled with a strong sourness.    

    

Qiao An thought of the candy bag and opened it and pushed it to Qin Yining. "Does Yining want to eat sugar? Auntie has a lot of candy here."    

    

"Okay, okay. Dad, I want some candy."    

    

Qin Jingzhi picked up a chocolate and peeled it for him. He said, "Thank you, Auntie Qiao."    

    

Qin Yining reached out his little hand and stuffed the chocolate into Qiao An's mouth. "Mom, this is for you."