My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Christ's eyes were tinged with pain as he gently cupped Kiki's face with heart-pounding devotion.

"Kiki, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's all my fault." "The past is all in the past, in the future, | will protect you, love and cherish you well ......" After saying these words, Christ's heart could not restrain itself from tearing pain again.

It's all in the past, he said.

But he knew in his heart that sthings, indeed, had passed for a long, long time, but the pain that was etched in his heart, the despair and panic that was rooted in his mind, might never fade away.

He saw it, but when he couldn't see it, how many horrible nightmares did Kiki have, one at a time, in his midnight dreams? And all those nightmares had, literally, happened to her.

All the words of comfort seemed too pale and feeble, and in the end, Christ could only say sorry to her over and over again.

"Kiki, I'm sorry, in my last life, | would give my life to you, in this life, | love you with my life." Kiki's face still wore the unease of pain, and her wounded hand kept trying to grab something, as if, in the midst of the despair everywhere, she wanted to ask for a glimmer of life.

Her miserable white lips, too, trembled incessantly, and her eyes were closed, and her stunningly beautiful face was collected in its usual detached coldness, at this moment like that of a helpless child.

"Help me, help......" Kiki struggled uncontrollably, her voice increasingly hoarse.

Christ was afraid that she might hurt herself, he gently grabbed her wrist to prevent her from continuing to move around. Hearing that her voice was also getting hoarse, he was afraid that she might ruin her voice like this, he leaned his face straight down and just kissed her deeply on the lips.

Kiki suddenly opened her eyes, she saw, a magnified handsface, close at hand.

To be precise, it was pressed against her face and kissed her on the lips.

She could not restrain a shudder at the thought of Jeremiah, Quinn and their malicious torment of her in the box, and she thought that she was surrounded by the abominable men who had presumed to bully her, and her body trembled as instantly as sieve chaff.

She tried to push him away, but found that her palm hurt terribly and her arm was too weak to exert any strength.

"Don't touch me!" Unable to push him away, she could only speak in a mute voice.

Hearing Kiki's voice and seeing her eyes open wide, Christ was like a child caught doing something bad, and he left her lips in a panic.

Kiki, 1 Christ wanted to explain, he did not mean to surprise her, but he found that he could not say the words to explain.

It was true that he had not meant to surprise her, but the fact that he had kissed him against her will, and for so long, what was the difference between his behaviour and that of an embezzler! Looking at that face of Christ, Kiki could not help but be stunned.

She hadn't really thought that the person who had just kissed her was actually Christ.

Sbroken memories slowly rushed to her mind.

Yes, last night, it was Christ who saved her in the box.

She found it funny that the very sdemon she hated most would save her from the fire.

It was even more ridiculous that last night, snuggled gently in his arms, in the arms of her son's murderer, she could not contain her heart.

Kiki hated herself for her indiscretion and turned her face aside, unwilling to look at Christ's face which made her hate, shand annoyance.

"Christ, get out of my house! | told you, | don't want to see you again!" "Kiki, you haven't eaten for so long, you're hungry, aren't you?" Kiki, "......" what she said was to tell him to get lost, not the matter if she was hungry or not! Moreover, she noticed that lately, Christ, kept talking about hunger.

He was trying to feed a pig, wasn't he? No, feed what? Wouldn't she be calling herself a pig? Kiki coldly lowered her face, so angry that she directly did not want to speak.

"Kiki, I know you must be hungry. But the doctor said you can only eat something liquid for now, I've cooked you millet porridge, I've tasted it and it tastes good, I'll go and serve it to you now." There was a small kitchen inside the VIP ward, and Christ had asked Dave to bring the ingredients. He had already cooked millet porridge and was waiting for Kiki to wake up and drink it.

Kiki really didn't want to talk to Christ, but when she saw that he had really run to the kitchen to bring the rice porridge, she couldn't help but say, "Christ, I'm not hungry! Please get out of here!" Kiki's words were righteous and indifferent, but just as she dropped these words coldly, her belly growled.

Kiki, "......" she was so angry that she didn't even want her indefatigable stomach.

Hearing Kiki's stomach rumbling, the shade in Christ's eyes, however, dispersed, in his gloomy eyes, as if there was starlight shining. He looked at her with a light smile, "Kiki, you're hungry, I'll feed you sporridge." With that, Christ took the bowl of porridge and sat down on the edge of her bed. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her mouth without a second thought.

Kiki was biting her lip to death, she wouldn't eat the porridge fed by her son's murderer, even if she was beaten to death! When Kiki didn't open her mouth, Christ didn't get impatient, he uttered, "Kiki, your stomach is growling, you must be hungry. The millet porridge | made is even better than the one made by the chef at the restaurant, you really don't want to try it." It is said that the chef of the restaurant is a delicious cook, and his millet porridge is even better than the chef of the restaurant.

How good that must taste! Maybe it was because she was really hungry. Smelling the faint fragrance of the millet porridge, Kiki's stomach was really crawling with cravings.

She was so greedy that she could not help but swallow.

Hearing Kiki swallowing her saliva, the smile on the corner of Christ's lips becmore and more delightful, converging the coolness of his body, this delicate attitude of her really tickled him all over his body.

Originally, Kiki was already disgusted with herself for not being able to resist Christ's sweet words, but now, hearing his delightful laughter, she was even more irritated.

"Christ, | told you, I'm not hungry! Don’t pretend nice to me. Please get out!" "But Kiki, your stomach tellsyou're hungry." Christ paused as his eyes fixed on her, "Or, do you not likefeeding you porridge? If you like it, | don't mind feed you with a different way, for example, with my mouth." mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1 mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1 mmMwWLHI0RAO&1 mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1 mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1