Zhuang Fei knelt on the ground and looked at the situation in front of him.

The cold winter wind seemed to blow through the layers of walls and screens to his body, making his knees on the ground ache for a while, and his whole body was sore, soft and frozen because of the symptoms left over from the last time, and his brain buzzed for a while.

Zhuang Qinghong was lying on the bed, staring at the window intently, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Hongli's eyes completely lost the kindness she had seen Zhuang Qinghong before, and she was full of businessman's indifference, and there was a kind of ruthlessness - she hunted geese all day long, but she was pecked by the geese. It was also thanks to Zhuang Qinghong's good disguise that he didn't let her notice that Zhuang Qinghong didn't intend to keep his promise.

"Zhuang Qinghong, the words stop here, you know my methods best, don't try to play tricks, otherwise you will ......" Hongli narrowed her eyes, and the killing light suddenly appeared.

Zhuang Qinghong's face was ashen, and in his ice-like eyes, despair, unwillingness, and anger finally fell silent, like stagnant water, he opened his mouth, the weakness of his body made his voice extremely weak, his words were not clearly recognized, but he heard a familiar voice beside him, saying something that he couldn't believe.

"Hongli's mother, Zhuang Fei is willing to pick up customers for her son. begged his mother to spare his son, but his son was seriously injured and could not heal in three days. Zhuang Fei kowtowed, his body trembled, but he tried his best to control himself and keep himself calm.

Hongli glanced at Zhuang Fei contemptuously, and Qing'er stepped forward, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't do anything.

Zhuang Fei was slapped with a slap print on half of his face at the moment, red and swollen and a little funny, and Hongli said disdainfully, "What are you, you are comparable to Qinghong's reputation, Qinghong's fame and forgetfulness of worries will definitely earn me ten thousand gold." "Zhuang Fei she knows, without Zhuang Fei working hard for Zhuang Qinghong to cover up, Zhuang Qinghong was injured, how could she hide it for three days. If it weren't for the prince who sent something over, she wouldn't have discovered Zhuang Qinghong's thoughts, and when Zhuang Qinghong's injuries were healed and escaped, wouldn't the gains outweigh the losses?

Hongli was so angry, she slapped Zhuang Fei hard, but she didn't want Zhuang Fei to become a lowly citizen, his loyalty was rare, and Hongli had the heart to cultivate Zhuang Fei.

"Zhuang Fei is willing to pick up customers for Gongzi." The second time, this time the voice has calmed down, there is no trembling and no confusion, and there is an indescribable feeling when I kowtow again, and the action of kowtowing.

He first crossed a small arc with his left hand, quietly sticking to the ground, and the sleeve was naturally spread out on the ground, and then his right hand was the same action, the tips of the two fingers were facing each other, and finally he leaned over, and his forehead was placed on the back of his hand...... There is a charming charm in his movements, as if it can attract people's eyes, and people can't take their eyes off it.

Hongli no longer had a contemptuous mood, and said in a deep voice, "You raise your head." ”

Zhuang Fei didn't move, but Zhuang Qinghong seemed to be alive again, angry and angry, contrary to the usual state of snow lotus on the top of the mountain, and not like he had just accepted his fate, his eyes were red, but he was injured, and he couldn't move a little, so he could only sweep the pillow to the ground with one hand, and said loudly, "Zhuang Fei, you dare!" You shut up! Shut up! His hint, didn't Zhuang Fei see it clearly!

The fine cork core pillow smashed on the floor beside Zhuang Fei, making a "pop" sound, which was a bit deafening in such an environment.

Zhuang Fei didn't pay attention to the pillow that fell beside him, but he didn't raise his head as he said, but calmly spoke to Hongli, "Hongli's mother, please take a step to speak......"

Hongli immediately understood what Zhuang Fei meant.

glanced at Qing'er, Qing'er nodded understandingly, looked at Yuxue Pavilion, stayed in the inner room and looked at Zhuang Qinghong, and let Hongli leave here with Zhuang Fei.

Qing'er picked up the pillow on the ground and put it back on the bed, unsurprisingly seeing Zhuang Qinghong clenching his fists, Qing'er sighed, is Wang Sun Gongzi really good? If it weren't for His Royal Highness the King of Jin who did so much, but if he didn't do it at all, if he didn't have a little souvenir or didn't do it at all, Hongli's mother wouldn't touch Zhuang Qinghong, but he just sent those things to Hongli's mother, so that Hongli's mother knew the plans of Wuchen's son, and let Hongli's mother see the helplessness and breach of the contract of Wuchen's son, and declared King Jin's dislike of Zhuang Qinghong with a resolute attitude...... It's heartless.

Compared with him, Zhuang Fei is too hearty.

"Dustless boy, save some effort." Qing'er sat on the pier next to the bed, "Your fate was exchanged by Zhuang Fei, don't spoil his intentions." You won't be able to cheat on your mother, and I'm afraid I won't be able to live as comfortably as before...... Pity Zhuang Fei, but this is also his own choice, he is very loyal. ”

Zhuang Qinghong tasted the smell of rust-like blood in his mouth, but he suddenly didn't realize it, Zhuang Fei! Zhuang Fei! Why don't you listen to me? Obviously, I don't want to be a lowly citizen and let others be cheap, why do you want to do this!

With Zhuang Fei's appearance, coupled with the deliberate expression of himself, once he left, he would never have a chance to come back.

Zhuang Qinghong was lying on the bed, his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and the green tendons on the back of his entire hand protruded, and his expression was extremely terrifying.

At this moment, Zhuang Qinghong's heart rose with a strong hatred, to himself, to Qi Jing! hating why he didn't have the ability to turn the tide, hating Qi Jing's ruthlessness would never leave a way back, his eyes hurt so badly, Zhuang Qinghong buried his head in the pillow, and a tear finally flowed.

Since he was a child, he has never cried no matter how he was bullied, and even the only obedient slave who put down the black pot for him and was beaten out of the house, he was not very sad, but at this moment he felt that a hole was broken in his chest, and all he was born was the pain named Zhuang Fei...... When Zhuang Fei cried, was it also so painful?

Zhuang Fei, Zhuang Fei...... Perhaps, I love you too. It's only now that I understand, is it too late?