Chapter 1814
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He remembered that Murong Yu's hands were also as cold as this!
Feeling him kissing her neck, she suddenly felt nauseous. "Ah Dong, don't be like this. I just had my period."
Obviously, the person on top of him stiffened.
Murong Qianqian heaved a sigh of relief and pushed him away. "Hurry up and go back. It won't be good if someone sees this."
Murong Yu left without saying anything.
Murong Qianqian rubbed his chest.
Is it Murong Yu?
The ice-cold temperature of his hand was like a nightmare!
Fortunately, she had handled it cleverly just now. If she hadn't said that, it was hard to imagine what would have happened next!
Would Murong Yu be strong?
But sister-in-law was already pregnant, how could he act like this …
The more he thought about it, the more conflicted he felt!
She reached out to turn on the lights and glanced at her phone. Just as she was about to send a WeChat message to Ji Zuo, she recalled that her phone had malfunctioned before, and as though she was jet-lagged, she thought of Murong Yu.
Could he have done something to her phone?
If she had told Ji Zuo, wouldn't Murong Yu have seen it?
She put her phone away, took a deep breath, and looked outside. "Ah Nan!"
Ah Nan called from outside, "Third Miss, what's the matter?"
Hearing this, Murong Qianqian was stunned. Obviously, Ah Nan didn't know that someone had come in.
Ah Nan said, "Third Miss, did something happen?"
Murong Qianqian came back to her senses. "Nothing, I just had a nightmare."
Ah Nan: "…"
Nightmare?
Was it because of the strange things that happened in Tang Village?
He quickly said, "Why don't I call Ah Dong for Third Miss?"
At this time, the Third Miss had already gone to bed, so it was not appropriate for him to go in.
Murong Qianqian replied, "No need."
She went into the bathroom and took a shower.
Especially the area around the neck. Even after using the body wash, it still felt dirty. In the end, he even used the disinfectant.
Half an hour later, she returned to the bedroom and changed the quilt and quilt cover on the bed. She washed her hands again before returning to the bed and lying there without turning off the light.
He suddenly recalled that night in Tang Village. Could it be Murong Yu as well?
Just thinking about it made him angry and furious.
Why would Murong Yu do this?
Should she tell Dad?
How should I tell Dad?
After calming down, he gradually regained his senses.
So what if he told her?
If Father knew about this, he would definitely be very angry. If things got out of hand, Murong Family might be in turmoil.
Murong Yu's wings had already grown, and his father was nearing the end of his life. Furthermore, he had already given away a lot of power to Murong Yu.
She was going to talk to Ji Zuo tomorrow.
Father treats Murong Yu so well, Murong Yu shouldn't treat her like this!
They were clearly brother and sister!
…
The next day, after breakfast, Murong Qianqian looked at Ji Zuo and suddenly remembered that he was going to work on a project. She suddenly felt a little afraid of living alone in the Murong family.
This project was not in the local area. Although it was not too far from his home, it was still a few hours' drive. It was impossible for him to come back every day.
She looked at Murong Ting. "Dad, I'll send him off."
Murong Ting nodded. "Go."
Murong Yu also glanced at her. "Qianqian didn't sleep well last night?"
Hearing this, Murong Qianqian looked at Murong Yu.
She couldn't tell anything from his face.
His expression was gentle as usual, as if he was really a brother caring for his sister.
Because of this, she felt that he was even more frightening.
How did Murong Yu do it?
How could he face her so calmly?
She suddenly felt that this person was very frightening, for no reason at all.
Murong Yu said, "Qianqian?"
Murong Qianqian snapped out of her daze. "Yes, I couldn't sleep well. My neck feels a little stiff."
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