C67 (1/2)

After hearing his big brother's words, Han Qizheng remembered that he was no longer alone. He was also married, and there was still a woman waiting for him at home.

The window was slightly ajar, and a cold wind blew into the car. Suddenly, a strange smell entered his nose. After searching for a while, it turned out to be the strange smell of the perfume in the car, which was blown by the warm air of the air-conditioning system.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the perfume from the counter in front of the car and threw it out the window. He then revealed a look of disdain.

When he thought of the faint cherry blossoms fragrance that Du Xiaoyu had left on his body, a smile of happiness appeared on his face. A feeling of returning home suddenly rose from his heart, and on a deserted street, he drove very fast, wishing he could see her immediately.

After Du Xiaoyu finished showering, she found a shirt of Han Qizheng's from the closet and covered herself with it. She walked back and forth in the room, bare thighs, wondering how Big Sis and Big Sis were doing, whether Big Sis would complain to Big Sis, she was worried about Xu Muyun's health, after all, she was pregnant, so although she didn't understand, she at least knew that this time was very dangerous.

After getting used to the layout of her bedroom, she wandered around the room like she was in her own room. She didn't care at all. The biggest difference between this room and hers was that it had a desk and a swivel chair by the window.

As she walked in the room, she accidentally stepped on the wheels of the chair. The floor was smooth and reasonable; there was no resistance at all. The light swivel chair was directly sent flying after her collision, and she didn't even have the time to retract her feet. As the chair slipped away, her legs also followed along with her.

With no more support from her body, she instinctively wanted to grab onto something. However, before she could grab the chair, she slammed her leg onto the ground. The leg behind her heavily hit the stone floor.

In an instant, her entire body was engulfed in pain. She didn't need to look to know that she had lost a lot of blood because she could feel a sense of warmth.

Thus, when Han Qizheng returned home, he saw this wonderful scene. His wife was wearing his shirt, barefooted, and was practicing yoga on the floor, but why did she have such a strange look on her face?

”Du Xiaoyu, I only practiced yoga with grace and ease. What kind of expression is that? It's even uglier than eating sh * t.” Han Qizheng sat on the edge of the bed and teased her. He didn't notice that she was injured.

Du Xiaoyu was in so much pain that stars appeared in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, ”Hurry and help me. It's so painful that I can't get up.”

Han Qizheng realized that the situation wasn't good. He got up and walked to her side. ”What happened to you?”

Du Xiaoyu pointed at the leg behind her. When Han Qizheng saw the small puddle of bright red on the ground, he instantly felt his heart stop beating. He held her armpit and pulled her up from the ground.

He placed her on the bed, blood still oozing out from a large wound on his right leg. His gaze turned dark as he complained, ”Why are you so stupid? How could you make yourself look like this in the room?”

Du Xiaoyu pouted at him resentfully. Since she was already like this, couldn't he be more gentle? He curled up his leg and urged her to blow on it with his mouth in an attempt to relieve the pain, but it was useless. It was still as painful as if he had been stabbed.