The sunlight cast dappled spots of light on the marble floor, and the boy in only a bathrobe was bathed in the light, his collar slipped off, vaguely exposing half of his shoulders, and a little drop of water slowly rolled down his white chest.

"Hey......" a thin and weak voice called softly.

The young man's hand was stunned, he held the needle, his chest rose and fell slightly, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he was impatient, but his voice was very soft: "Don't scream." ”

“…… I'm just sighing. ”

Silence returned, and the boy pursed his lips, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.

The last stitch fell, and Spo was visibly relieved.

He pressed Su He's wrist with his hand, picked up the gauze expressionlessly, and carefully wiped the blood around the wound for her.

He cut the thread: "Alright. ”

Su He breathed a long sigh of relief, she sat up, and said sincerely, "Thank you." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a shadow cast in front of her, and a faint fragrance enveloped her. Then a hand, not lightly or heavily, pressed the silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

In the gap between his sights, the young man said calmly: "Wipe it." ”

"As for thank you, there is no need to say it. Sper said again, looking out the window, "I'm just trying to get the whole arrow back." ”

“…… Well, thanks. ”

Si Po threw the silk handkerchief away: "It's all said, no need to thank you!"

He stretched out his hand to close the scattered bathrobe, there was a hint of crimson on his face, turned his head to look at Su He, snorted arrogantly, and walked towards the door.

Su He took off the silk handkerchief on his head: "Don't you plan to deal with the injury on your hand?" ”

But Sipo didn't say a word, opened the door directly, and slammed it shut.

Bang.

She was the only one left in the room, Su He retracted her gaze, she put the silk handkerchief aside, and reached out to pick up a roll of gauze. Wrap your palms around slowly.

The barb from her hand was placed on the operating table, along with the full arrow. Sper didn't take it with him. Su He wrapped the wound, picked it up, and wiped the blood on the arrow.

The barbs are gradually revealed, and the grooves designed for bloodletting are clearly revealed.

This is indeed a cruel murder weapon.

[This arrow can finally be returned to you.] 】

Lin Yu, Si Po.

What kind of grievances do these two have?

Could it be that Lin Yu had ever injured Sipo with this arrow?

Su He thought about it, but she had no clue, she shook her head: "...... It's time to leave, too. ”

Whether it's Si Po or Lin Yu, it doesn't actually have anything to do with her.

She lowered the arrow, and the metal struck the porcelain countertop with a slight sound. Su He's expression was calm, and he stroked the arrow feather again.

She sighed softly and was about to withdraw her hand, when a faint commotion came from outside the door.

The commotion grew clearer and clearer, and there was a sudden crunch, as if the vessel had been dropped to the ground. Then came Xiao Li's voice, who seemed to be talking to someone, and his tone was very flustered: "...... You can't do that, please wait, that room, the master ......"

Su He was a little puzzled, and suddenly there was a dull sound from the door, as if someone had kicked hard, and then a cold male voice said, "Sipo!"

Su He: "......"

Looking for Spo?

Bang! The door was kicked again. The wood cracked. Su He frowned slightly and slid off the operating table.

She looked left and right, Shi Shiran walked to the coffee table, picked up a plate of desserts, and picked up the black tea prepared by the maid just now.

The door was crumbling, and Su He didn't have time to put on his shoes, so he walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The transparent sensor door opens, revealing a wide terrace with just the right amount of sunlight and verdant roses clinging to the iron fence. Su He put down the cup and drew the curtain again. There was only a gap left to observe the scene in the room.

As soon as she finished doing this, the door collapsed, Xiao Li leaned on the door, fell heavily to the ground, the middle-aged man's face was broken in a few places, and blood was sprinkled a little, but he didn't care about wiping, and quickly got up and blocked the door: "I'm sorry, Mr. Si Xian......"

One leg stretched out and kicked him hard in the abdomen, Xiao Li's voice stopped, and then he flew out, hitting the edge of the operating table, the medical equipment fell to the ground, and in the mess, a man walked in slowly.

He was tall and had a face that resembled Sper, except for a gloomy expression that ruined his handsome features. As if there was no one around, he led a group of subordinates to rush in, and then sat on the sofa surrounded by everyone.

He sat down on the sofa, folded his hands, looked at Xiao Li, and asked coldly, "Where is Sipo? Isn't he here?" ”

Xiao Li covered his abdomen and apologized again and again: "I'm really sorry, the master went to the back house......"

The man leaned back on the couch and waved casually.

Two young men in suits and leather shoes walked in, grabbed Xiao Li's arms without saying a word, and dragged him aside.

"Mr. Si Xian, you can't do this, this is too rude!" Xiao Li shouted, trying to struggle out, but someone grabbed him by the hair and slammed it hard against the wall.

Blood immediately flowed from his forehead, and his face was all over his face, not long ago, he was still smiling reservedly, and came to test Su He instead of his master, but now he was accused of being crushed, pressed to the ground like a dog, and hit his head mercilessly.

A slight sound came from the terrace, as if porcelain had accidentally collided together.

Si Xin frowned, immediately turned his head, and said coldly: "Who is there?"

No one spoke, and the wide room fell into oppressive silence.

"Big brother?"

Si Xin suddenly came back to his senses, he turned around, Si Po stood outside the door, the boy changed his bathrobe, he was dressed in an unusually delicate dress, almost like he was going to some banquet.

In his arms, he held a bouquet of lilies, which seemed to have just been cut from the flower branches, and with a slight movement of his arm, a string of crystal dewdrops quietly fell, refracting brilliant light and shadow.

Two employees followed him, holding a plate of breakfast in their hands.

The curtains on the terrace swayed slightly, and Su He removed his hand and watched Si Po walk in the door from the gap.

In Su He's opinion, although Si Po has a strange temper, he rarely sees how much true affection he shows to people other than Lin Yu.

And at this moment, a strong look of disgust suddenly appeared on the young man's face, he didn't even want to hide it, his disgust with his eldest brother, he looked around and stayed on Xiao Li's body for a moment.

Without him having to speak, the person who was suppressing Xiao Li let go, and the middle-aged man staggered to his feet, wiped the blood on his face, and hurriedly walked to Si Po's side: "Master......"

"Good work. Sipo said lightly: "What about her?"

Before Xiao Li could answer, Si Xian spoke: "Si Po, what about your upbringing." ”

He glanced at Xiao Li coldly: "Look at the waste under your hands, you spent so much money to support them, but you don't even understand basic politeness!"

"Have you been spoiled by him, Sper, and you don't greet me when you see me, that's your etiquette?"

In this short period of time, the rich look of disgust on Si Po's face had been put away, he put the lily into the vase, and Su He heard him sneer very lightly: "Good morning, big brother." ”

Si Xian bowed slightly, he withdrew his gaze, folded his hands in front of him, and said in a commanding tone: "Okay, Si Po, take your people and leave." ”

"Mr. Si Xian, why is that?"

"I'll have a good place to stay with the villa," replied Si Xian, "I'm going to hold a banquet here tonight." ”

He stared at Si Po as if he was looking at a nasty weed: "I have invited a lot of celebrities, if you still have some consciousness as a disciple of the Si family, you should ......"

"No, I can't. Spo said categorically

Si Xin was stunned: "What?"

"Master?" Shaw was also a little surprised.

"I also invited guests. ”

"Guest," Si Xin raised his voice, "what kind of guest?"

"Distinguished guest. Si Po said lightly.

Si Xian showed a mocking look: "Si Po, what you call a guest, is it - the woman on the terrace?"

Si Po's expression moved slightly, Xiao Li hung his head, and said softly: "Before Mr. Si Xian entered the door, Miss seemed to have gone around to the terrace......"

Si Xian sneered: "This is the first time, seeing a woman next to you, I'm really curious, which celebrity is it, who is lucky enough to be in your eyes?"

"Si Xin. Spo suddenly called him by name: "Don't use that tone. ”

Si Xian didn't say a word, suddenly grabbed the teacup in his hand and smashed it towards Si Po!

He stood up, dragged the lily on the coffee table, used the flower branch as a weapon, and slapped Si Po's head and face, and suddenly left a red mark on the young man's face, the petals were flying, and the pieces were withering, Si Xin sneered while beating: "Si Po, you have a long temper, you dare to call my name directly." ”

Si Po frowned, he didn't dodge, such an unruly young man, but let Si Xian whip him, looking at Si Xin's eyes, it was like looking at a lump of garbage that had to be patient.

No one spoke, and Si's subordinates all held their breath and watched as Si Xin slapped Si Po. Even Xiao lowered his head and didn't say a word.

Si Po can pull the bowstring lightly, can use the buckle as a weapon, and discount Lin Yu's wrist, as long as he stretches out his hand, he can block the attack of Si Xin, but he endures it silently, and comes with the whipping of his blood relatives.

The lily petals fell all over the ground, and Si Xin wiped out all the branches in his arms, and he gasped softly: "Very good, let me see who your guest is." ”

He turned and walked towards the terrace, but Spper grabbed his arm.

Big brother," he clenched, "Don't disturb her." ”

Si Xin raised his hand and slapped him, he used full force, the crisp sound echoed, Si Po suddenly turned his head, and when he turned back, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.

"I still want to be a flower messenger. Si Xian sneered: "I'm curious now, did this woman use drugs on you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice rang out, "Spo." ”

Clear and ethereal, like moonlight.

Immediately afterwards, the curtains parted to both sides, and in the slight sound of fabric rubbing, a pair of white and flawless hands pressed on the transparent glass.