Master's Million Blind Wife

Seeing the serious look on Qiao An's face, Huo Chengzhou became more and more agitated. He held the armrest of the wheelchair with all his strength and emphasized, "I said I won't leave, I won't leave."    

    

Qiao An said seriously, "If anything happens to you in the future... I will not forgive you."    

    

Especially since this marriage was forcefully given to her by Qiao Xue and Zhou Yun, she could not let them see it as a joke.    

    

This was her last dignity.    

    

"In your heart, I have no bottom line and principles, right?" Huo Chengzhou's tone was filled with displeasure. His angular handsome face was filled with impatience. "I am, after all, an adult man with moral standards."    

    

Qiao An's eyes were calm as she looked in Huo Chengzhou's direction. Her red lips opened and closed. "At present, all of my understanding of you is based on what you have done."    

    

Huo Chengzhou twisted his fingers. "Qiao An, I apologize for what happened today. I will not do it again."    

    

Qiao An was stunned for a moment. She really did not want an apology, okay?    

    

"It's okay." She sighed slightly.    

    

...    

    

After the drip was finished, Qiao An followed Huo Chengzhou back to Bamboo Listening Pavilion. Aunt Faang also happened to be back. When she heard that Qiao An was sick, she cooked some ginger soup for her.    

    

Huo Chengzhou was reading the newspaper in the living room when he heard Aunt Faang call him, "Sir, I made some ginger soup for Madam. You send it over to see her drink it."    

    

"You can go." Huo Chengzhou did not move.    

    

Aunt Faang put the ginger soup on the coffee table in front of him. "Anyway, I have boiled the ginger soup. It is best to drink it while it is hot. I have been busy for the whole day and am tired. I will go and rest first. Good night, sir."    

    

Huo Chengzhou was speechless."    

    

He tried not to look at the soup at the corner of the table. He continued to read the newspaper beside his hand. One minute later, he threw the newspaper on the coffee table. He picked up the soup and turned the wheelchair towards the elevator.    

    

It was his fault today, so it was reasonable for him to give Jiang Tang the soup.    

    

When he knocked on the door, Qiao An just came out of the bathroom and heard the noise at the door with a vigilant look. "What's wrong?"    

    

"Aunt Faang made you Jiang Tang." Huo Chengzhou said in a deep voice, "She told you to drink it while it's hot."    

    

Qiao An was silent for a few seconds in the room. "Okay, wait a moment."    

    

Soon the bedroom door was opened. Qiao An was wrapped in a white sportswear. Even the zipper of her shirt was pulled to the top, covering her slender neck.    

    

She reached out to Huo Chengzhou. "Give it to me, thank you."    

    

The only thing she could see was her small face that had not been put on makeup. Her long hair that was scattered on her shoulders was still dripping with water.    

    

Frowning, Huo Chengzhou said in a deep voice, "Didn't you catch a cold? Why are you still bathing?"    

    

"Hot shower." Qiao An held Jiang Tang in one hand and supported the door frame with the other. She looked like she was going to close the door. "Mr. Huo, rest early... Oh, no, go play games early."    

    

Huo Chengzhou choked again. Seeing that Qiao An was about to close the door, he raised his hand and stuck it in the crack of the door.    

    

Along with the sound of gasping, Qiao An subconsciously let go of her hand. "You..."    

    

Huo Chengzhou's hand was trembling in pain. He gritted his teeth and looked at Qiao An. "Aunt Faang let me watch you finish drinking before she can leave."    

    

Qiao An,... "Did I squeeze into your hand just now?"    

    

"What do you think?" Huo Chengzhou hissed, "You are quite strong."    

    

Qiao An pursed her lips. "Based on what you have done before, I have to be on guard against you at all times..."    

    

"What did I do?" Huo Chengzhou sent out a soul interrogation.    

    

Qiao An opened her mouth and said with a slightly disgusted tone and vigilance, "What did you do, you don't know what you did?"    

    

Huo Chengzhou's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she knew that the person that night was him?    

    

It can't be.    

    

It was just the smell of a simple peony. She wouldn't be so sensitive to think that it was him.