The Snake King Chasing His Wife: Black-bellied Little Mengfei

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Qing Yi had a dream, dreaming of many people and many things.

In the dream, she saw her father, a very handsome man.

In the dream, there were no two bad women married by her father, only an aunt who treated her very well, and two little boys who looked exactly like her father, they said, they were hers elder brother.

She dreamed that they were coming for her.

In the dream, she cried a lot, held their hands and refused to let them go, but they still left.

"Father, father——!"

"Smile, smile, wake up." When Qing Yi was yelling, she heard someone calling her. When she opened her eyes, tears blurred her vision, and she could only feel a strong embrace, holding her tightly. in his arms.

"Smile, are you having nightmares again?"

It was already late at night, and Qing Yi fell asleep from daytime until midnight. Ling Aojue said that he would not let Qing Yi sleep in his bedroom, but he was worried after all. After finishing his work, he unexpectedly came to Qing a pavilion.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard Qing Yi's yelling, rushed in hastily, and hugged the little thing that was desperately trying to grab something into his arms.

Qing Yi finally heard someone's voice at this moment, as if grasping at a straw, she hugged Ling Aojue tightly, and would not let go, she was not wanted, everyone wanted her.

The father married a bad woman, drove away the only concubine mother who was good to her, everyone bullied her, and no one wanted her anymore.

"Smile, it's okay, uncle is here." Ling Aojue softly comforted the person who was curled up in his arms, trembling, holding him tightly, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart.

In these years, she still often has nightmares, crying and shouting every time - Father.

He didn't know what happened to her before, but he really didn't like the man she called her father.

"Uncle..." As soon as Qing heard this, she burst into tears with a "wow", crying and crying, maybe she was tired, and it didn't take long before she stopped crying and laughing, and when she looked again, she was already asleep.

Looking at the person in his arms, Ling Aojue lowered his eyes, put her back on the bed, and covered her with a thin blanket.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun had just peeked out from the sky, and the sky was not yet fully lit. Lying on the bed, Qing Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up suddenly from the bed. Ling Aojue was taken aback.

"Smile, what's the matter?" Ling Aojue stepped forward, sat down in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to caress Qing Yi's forehead, and found that her fever had subsided.

"Uncle? Why are you here?" Qing blinked, and looked at Ling Aojue who was sitting beside her in confusion.

When Ling Aojue was told by Qing Yi, a look of unnaturalness appeared on Ling Aojue's face, he turned his head away, coughed twice, "I happened to be going to the morning court, and I passed by you, so I came to see you."

"Really?" Qing Yi looked at Ling Aojue suspiciously, as if going from the uncle's bedroom to the main hall, he didn't need to go through her Qing Yi Pavilion, his beautiful eyes rolled, and when his eyes lit up, Qing Yi suddenly understood , grinningly said, "Uncle, then go quickly. Well, you can come to my place for breakfast after you go down."

Seeing Qing Yi's appearance, Ling Aojue knew that his lame excuse had been seen through, so he lowered his eyes, stood up and said, "Well, it's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

Ling Aojue left, leaving Qingyi sitting on the bed alone, her smiling eyes bent into crescent moons.