The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Chapter 818 What are you bragging about 4

With Qiao Anhao's current physical condition, Lu Yisheng doesn't want Qiao Anhao to pay attention to those things, he will take care of everything, and Qiao Anhao just needs to recover from his injuries.

The gloomy blue eyes were shining brightly, obviously it was so hot, but what fell on the person seemed so cold, Lu Yicheng slightly pursed his lips, that thin lip had a hint of red, but it was not so cold. Looks a little feminine.

His broad palm fell on Qiao Anhao's heart, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Anhao, I failed to protect you this time."

Lu Yisheng had never felt that he was so incompetent, but this time, he felt that he was not as powerful as he imagined, and he couldn't even bring Qiao Anhao back intact.

It hurt her so much.

"Yisheng, you think of me too weak, but I think of myself too strong." Qiao Anhao lowered her head, the long hair of her head slid across her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. So dull.

She had always thought that she was fearless, and that the soldiers would cover her up. She was so confident that she could handle everything by herself.

But, in the end, Xiaoqi was no longer there.

Obviously Xiaoqi is still a child, although her face is cold and she doesn't like others to approach, but she always says she wants to protect them, even at the last moment of her death, what she thinks in her heart is not to become a burden to them.

At that moment, she was really devastated.

However, she knew she couldn't, at least not yet.

She stretched out her hand to grab Lu Yisheng's hand, and her eyes caught those blue eyes, which were deep and peaceful, with a long gentleness. Being watched by his eyes, she felt that she was not so impetuous.

"Yisheng, when will these things end?" Qiao Anhao suddenly felt tired, why is everything like this?

Lu Yicheng kissed her forehead lightly, and comforted her softly, but the sharpness in his eyes was so sharp that he was like a god of death who harvested human lives. After all, he was not cruel enough.

That's why I gave others a chance to hurt Qiao Anhao, and I won't in the future.

Qiao Anhao lay on the bed but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Even with Lu Yicheng by her side, she still felt that there was something in her heart that she couldn't let go of, so she raised her head and tattooed, "Yicheng, is my brother's whereabouts?"

Wen Shiyi's life and death were uncertain, and she didn't know whether to say it was good news or bad news.

Perhaps no news is the best news.

Lu Yicheng lowered his eyes, his face was unstable, and there was a bit of indifference in his eyes, "Not yet."

He didn't tell Qiao Anhao that the people he sent had already searched the entire island, but there was no news about Wen Shiyi, and as for the covered places, there was no life.

It's for her own good not to tell Qiao An.

He was afraid that what happened this time would hit Qiao Anhao too hard.

After tucking the quilt up for Qiao Anhao, he lay beside her to accompany her, his wide palms fell on her back, covering her whole body in his arms, even her breathing was warm.

His low magnetic voice echoed above her head, it sounded cold but with a little imperceptible tenderness, "Sleep, I'm always here."

Qiao An gave a good hum, rubbed into his arms, and closed her eyes.

It seemed that with his presence, her world was quiet.

That sense of security made her grab Lu Yicheng's skirt and fell into a deep sleep.