Shi Qian didn’t answer. He picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip of it. It was already cool and drunk in his mouth, and the bitter taste became more and more intense.

"When are you going back?" Shi Qian put coffee slowly asked
Chapter 473 That half a year is a nightmare
"God," Chu Fei looked straight into Shi Qian’s eyes. He had a deep heart in his eyes
"God?" ShiQian surprised a.
"Well," Chu Fei said softly, "but I won’t go back to Italy."
Shi Qian’s eyes were sluggish and he murmured, "Italy?" That’s where he was born, but he hardly grew up there
"Italy is not your nightmare? Still going? " ShiQian thoughts wander for a few seconds, lift eyes look at ChuFei far smooth asked.
Song anqiao couldn’t help asking, "nightmare?"
Shi Qian frowned and provoked some accidents. "Didn’t he tell you?"
Song anqiao shook his head blankly.
A nightmare? What nightmare?
ShiQian thoughtfully smiled corners of the mouth slightly sip eyes staring at the ChuFei far "? Didn’t you tell her? "
Chu Fei-yuan’s eyes were faint and silent, and he looked at Song Anqiao’s slender hands and caressed Song Anqiao’s white cheeks with a low magnetic voice. "Because her half year was not a nightmare."
If I had known that the married man was Song Anqiao, he would not have gone to Italy to escape for half a year.
"What?" His words made Song Anqiao somewhat puzzled.
Song anqiao knew that Chu Feiyuan had been hiding in Italy for half a year to escape their marriage, but what was a nightmare?
Shi Qian looked at the two men and couldn’t help but "tut-tut" for two times. "Don’t show your love again." Looking at them, his heart vaguely stung.
"You like the Song Dynasty very much." Chu Fei’s eyes swept away Shi Qian’s face. "If you can give her an explanation earlier."
Chu Fei-yuan’s frown has always been wise, and he vaguely noticed something low warning: "If you love deeply, don’t hurt a woman for a long time, her heart will get cold little by little, and it will be harder for you to warm her again than to ascend to heaven."
Shi Qian listened slightly dazed and then smiled gently. "You worry too much. I hurt her, but it won’t hurt her."
Chu Fei’s lips narrowed slightly and his eyes were silent.
He is convinced that Shi Qian and Song Dynasty must have a difficult knot at present, so why didn’t he see through them? Besides, he now observes that the knot between them is not understandable by outsiders.
Chu Fei is far from conscious and deeply branded into Shi Qian’s heart. Will a woman’s heart get cold after a long injury?
Before leaving, Song Anqiao leaned over and forgot to forget a shallow kiss on his forehead.
"Forget I’m leaving. You have to grow up, you know?" Song Anqiao squatted in front of forgetting and pinched his chubby little face.
Forgetting is a good thing for children, but Song Anqiao has unconsciously developed feelings for forgetting in the past half a month and more.
Forgot to forget that his eyes were red. He was too reluctant to part with Song Anqiao. Hold Song Anqiao’s neck. "Mommy, you have to come back to see if you forgot."
"Well, I will." Song Anqiao sounded as if he had decided something.
Beside Chu Fei-yuan patted Shi Qian on the shoulder. Shi Qian patted him on the shoulder in the same way. Two men smiled at each other but were silent.
After Shi Jia’s parents said goodbye again, Chu Fei took Song Anqiao and their mother and daughter away from Shi Qian Manor.
Shi Qian stared at their car with taupe eyes outside the manor until the car could no longer be seen, then slowly withdrew his sight and turned around the building.
Shi Qian, the master bedroom on the second floor, gently knocked on the door and walked carefully to the big bed. He stared at the sleeping woman with his eyes down at the bedside and her heart jumped uncontrollably and violently.
For a moment, Shi Qian slowly sat down with his long arm stretched out and picked up Song Wan in his arms. He had some rough hands and touched Song Wan’s forehead, which was a little hot.
An hour ago, after he finished, Song was already in a coma. He tried that her temperature was very hot. No wonder her face was so pale and her mouth kept screaming that she was sick. It turned out that she had a fever.
"Master, the doctor is coming." Artest tapped on the door outside the bedroom and said softly.
Shi Qian’s eyes flashed back and said, "Let him in."
After the private doctor smelled the room and took Song’s temperature and hung a drip, the doctor said, "Thank you, young master, for giving the lady antipyretic, and her fever dropped a lot."
ShiQian eyes deep somewhat didn’t speak.
Ron Artest motioned for the doctor to leave the doctor and Ron Artest left the bedroom.
Shi Qian rubbed her face with her fingers and fingers in the Song Dynasty, and her eyes were dull and I didn’t know where she was looking.
"Song Dynasty Late Song Dynasty Late …" Shi Qian’s thoughts drifted and his mouth unconsciously read the names of Song Dynasty Late.
As night fell, the room was dark and there was no light.
Song Dynasty woke up from bed in a daze, and she moved around and found herself lying in a man’s arms.
"awake?" Shi Qianyin is low and gentle, which reduces the chill when talking to her on weekdays.
Song moved his lips and throat in the evening, and he was speechless for a while.
Shi Qian turned on the bedside lamp, and the light was dim and very soft. "Are you hungry?"
Looking at him in the evening of Song Dynasty is very strange and puzzled about his gentleness now.
She was afraid that he was calm before the storm, and that he was now accumulating anger and was about to vent it on her at any time.
Song Dynasty dared not move in his arms for fear that he accidentally offended him again.