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A knock on the door woke him up from that low mood, Cheng Hao hurriedly washed the blood on his hands, and then put on his pajamas to open the door.

Seeing the face of the person in front of him, his heart immediately throbbed involuntarily.

I look at the wound on your face, Xiaoyuan said softly.

She still came, she didn't ignore herself, she still cared about herself.

Cheng Hao was finally able to laugh, although now he was laughing really ugly.

The two of them sat on the carpet in the living room, and Xiang Xiaoyuan carefully wiped the wounds on Cheng Hao's eyebrows and chin with an alcohol cotton ball.

Does it hurt? She just pressed lightly, and Cheng Hao grinned a little.

He didn't want to hide anything from her.

Deserve.

Except for this sentence, Xiao Yuan couldn't think of any words to comfort him.

Cheng Hao smiled like a child, staring intently at Xiao Yuan's face, as if he wanted to stare her face out of a hole.

Xiao Yuan didn't look at him, then took out gauze from the medicine box and bandaged his injured hands layer by layer.

I thought you didn't care about me anymore.

Saying this, Cheng Hao's eyes turned red, he only asked for so much now, as long as she could look at him, say something to him, and smile at him, he would be happy all day.

You don't want to think elsewhere, you don't mean anything else, just to have a clear conscience!

Xiang Xiaoyuan stopped his hand movements, and then buckled the lid of the medicine box heavily.

How could it be, how could he forgive him like that? Everything he did, there was nothing worthy of forgiveness.

Hearing what she said with a clear conscience, Cheng Hao's heart was suddenly slashed hard, and he knew that Xiaoyuan had something to say.

She has never forgiven anyone who has crossed her line.

Xiaoyuan, one day you will understand. No amount of explanation can be explained, and he can only pin everything on time.

Xiang Xiaoyuan stood up expressionlessly, picked up the medicine box and walked upstairs.

Let me see how your injuries are? Cheng Hao took a few steps up and grabbed her hand.

Can't die. Xiang Xiaoyuan said lightly, and then shook off his hand.

Cheng Hao could only freeze in place, and the atmosphere returned to that depressing and dull weirdness.

Xiang Xiaoyuan turned his back to him and stood still on the stairs for a long time, then slowly turned around, looked at Cheng Hao, who had been watching his back, and whispered:

Happy birthday!

Just a softly, Cheng Hao felt as if a closed door was opened in an instant, outside the door was the murmuring of flowing water, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, it was a rainbow hanging in the sky after the storm, it was a cloud after the lightning and thunder.

In fact, today he has received the best gift in his life, and if his life comes to an abrupt end, he will definitely miss God, and this life is enough.

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Xiang Xiaoyuan tossed and turned for a night, and the night was too long to fall asleep. The scene of the day recurred in her mind and lingered.

I don't know when, the big boy who made her rely on and trusted her has changed, and in the face of the muzzle of the black hole, it is simply impossible to say that she is not afraid.

In fact, she didn't understand why she pushed Cheng Hao away and threw herself at the muzzle of the gun in an instant, and her behavior was one step faster than her brain, like an instinct.

But how could she explain to Xue Cheng? She wanted to see him, she wanted to go back to the old days, but how could this be?

Whether she should go to see Xue Cheng or not, and what she should say, she really didn't know.

After hesitating for a long time, Xiao Yuan still decided to go to him. I haven't seen you for a long time, I missed the present, and I don't know when I see each other next time.

Thinking of this, she immediately changed into her coat and walked out of the door, stretched out her hand to stop a taxi, and went straight to Wisteria Pavilion.

Today's Wisteria Pavilion door was wide open, and she went in like this without even seeing the doorman, which was really abnormal.

At this moment, Cheng Hao was sitting on the sofa in the hall sipping a cup of coffee, he was wearing sunglasses to cover the bruises at the corners of his eyes, and his face was as defined as a sculpture but expressionless. The surrounding security guards also stood with their hands behind their backs like Dharma protectors, with serious expressions.

A middle-aged woman stood in front of him with her head bowed and trembling, and at her feet was an open suitcase containing two blue and white porcelain vases in addition to a mess of clothes.

Aunt Li, how many years have you been in this house?

Cheng Hao put the coffee cup in his hand aside and asked coldly in the tray held by the servant in both hands.

It's been ten years. The woman named Aunt Li shuddered and squeezed out a sentence.

Cheng Hao raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: Yes, it's been ten years, and the time is not short. I remember seeing you when I first came.

Aunt Li hurriedly nodded, flattering and frightened, nodding and smiling.

Since you are an old employee, how can you not understand the rules at all? What's going on with this pair of Yuan Qinghua Tianqiu bottles in your box?

His bland question came like thunder, and Aunt Li almost couldn't stand, rubbing the corners of her clothes helplessly.

I gave her that pair of bottles!" Xue Cheng said as he pushed aside the crowd and walked in.

Aunt Li shouted as if she had seen a savior: "Young Master!"

Xue Cheng looked at Aunt Li, who was secretly wiping her tears, and said to Cheng Hao: Aunt Li has been working here for so many years, what's wrong with the bottle I gave her?

Cheng Hao frowned and glared at him with a pair of sharp and cold eagle eyes: You don't have this qualification, now this is Lou's asset, without my permission, you have no right to give it away!

After that, he raised his head and coldly ordered: "Check it out for me, I said, don't take anything out of this house, even if it's a piece of grass!"

The servants in a row panicked, and everyone was in danger for a while.

Xue Cheng froze in place and shivered involuntarily, because the desperate cold and angry anger in his heart had been rising alternately, and he wanted to control it but couldn't do anything.

What are you doing? What is this for? Xiang Xiaoyuan shouted and ran in, and she heard all the words that Cheng Hao said: What is this?

I have seen the description of Jiafu being raided in "Dream of Red Mansions", and suddenly turning like a building falling overnight, but today I can see with my own eyes that this formation is different.

Cheng Hao was stunned, but he didn't expect Xiaoyuan to come.

He was just about to say something, but Xue Cheng suddenly shook off the person beside him and strode away.

Cheng Hao's security guard asked cautiously.

Cheng Hao slowly stood up and said angrily.

Without waiting for the security personnel to speak, Xue Cheng stretched out his arms and sneered disdainfully, motioning for them to search casually.

They searched all over and found nothing, and their eyes fell on a briefcase that Xue Cheng was carrying.

Xue Cheng, who had been sneering and pretending not to care, suddenly changed his face: There is no such thing as your Lou clan here! This is my own thing!

He didn't even take a single piece of clothing with him, but he was desperately guarding this briefcase, and he was in a posture of fighting for his life.

Xiang Xiaoyuan really couldn't bear it anymore, she stared at Cheng Hao's face with a hateful and incredulous gaze, she had never felt that he was so despicable and shameless that it was unforgivable.

She didn't want to intercede for Xue Cheng, to intercede with such a demon was an insult to Xue Cheng.

Cheng Hao avoided Xiao Yuan's gaze and waved his hand.

Xue Cheng hurried out of the villa, onto the street, and reached out to stop a taxi.

He didn't dare to look back, he couldn't bear to look back, this is where he lived since he was a child, from his babbling to inheriting his father's business and becoming the chairman of Yuntong, he has always lived here.

It contains so many memories of him, about his relatives, about his friends, about all the happiness and unhappiness.

He never imagined that one day he would run away like a lost dog.

It wasn't until the moment when Cheng Hao asked people to search his body that he clearly knew that this ancestral mansion had really changed its name and surname from now on, and it had nothing to do with him.

The reality is so cruel, whether you accept it or not, this is the reality.

The tears in his eyes couldn't stop overflowing, and he pressed them back, saying that the man didn't flick when he had tears, and he didn't want to lose so embarrassed, which made him helpless.

But now he only had this briefcase in his hand, and he held it tightly in his arms, for fear of being snatched away. Here's what he's most important about, and he can do without anything, but be sure to take that thing with him.

Xue Cheng lowered the car window, and the cold air poured in, blowing his hair. He breathed heavily, and this time he finally controlled it, and the tears did not fall.

In fact, many times he wondered why he never saw Cheng Hao cry, it turned out that frustration and despair can really harden a person's heart, is this part of growth?

The taxi started slowly, and suddenly a pair of hands tightly grabbed the window frame, and then a pale little face flashed, and the driver had to stop in a hurry.

Xue Cheng! Xiao Yuan tightly opened the car window and shouted Xue Cheng's name: Where are you going?

I met in a hurry at Old Man Lan's funeral last time, but I didn't expect to answer that sentence.

Xue Cheng looked at Xiao Yuan's palm-sized face, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time overflowed again.

He really didn't take a good look at her yesterday, he looked at her face vigorously, still with such round and big black eyes, and still with such a curled little nose, but the small face was thin and the size of a palm, looking tired and haggard.

His heart hurt so hard that he couldn't help but reach out and touch her face.

I've always wanted to do this, but I've never dared to raise my hand.

Her face was as delicate as white porcelain, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. This is the person he wants to protect with everything he wants to protect if he wants to be crushed to pieces, but he really doesn't have the ability to do so now.

Warm tears fell on his hands, one drop, two drops, as if a knife had been pierced in his heart, and blood flowed down the blade.

Take me away! Take me out of here, you can go anywhere! Xiang Xiaoyuan clung to the car window and didn't let go, his nails embedded in the grooves of the glass.

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