Yang Jinxin was immersed in his own world, and every stroke was extremely detailed, and he didn't notice the person with the cold air on his side.

Qin Muyang looked at her, her long black hair was scattered, and the jade clip he picked up was pinned to the right side, revealing the curvaceous side face, which was so white that it was almost transparent, her expression was focused, and her long eyelashes didn't seem to tremble. He also looked at her intently, and the violent aura in his eyes dissipated little by little until it disappeared.

He was sullen in his heart, with a thick bitterness, threw the military hat on the coffee table casually, and went to the shelf to get the robe.

"Jinxin, it's cool in the morning, put on your clothes and paint again." Qin Muyang's soft voice unconsciously carried a hint of humility.

The answer to him was only silent without exception, and in the past few days, except for the day she just woke up, she said a word to him, and she never communicated with him again, not even a single look at him. She did not refuse all his concerns, but she did not respond in the slightest.

Qin Muyang pinched the robe in her hand, still gently draped it on her body, her raised right hand made the silk forging nightgown keep sliding down, Qin Muyang was helpless, so he had to keep bending down and pulling it for her.

He was very close to her, and the faint fragrance of her body teased the tip of his nose from time to time, making his body tense for a while. Qin Muyang opened his eyes, stabilized his mind and didn't dare to look at her again, his eyes drooped, and the blood stains on Yang Jinxin's nightdress broke into his eyes so suddenly.

What Qin Muyang is most afraid of now is seeing a little bit of blood on her body, which will remind him of her being infected with blood again.

"What's going on?" Qin Muyang eagerly squatted down and pulled over her body.

Yang Jinxin looked at the wrong lines drawn out on the drawing paper with some annoyance, and frowned slightly. Qin Muyang glanced up at her indifferent face, reached out to pick her up, turned around and gently placed her on the sofa.

Qin Muyang couldn't wait to lift her nightdress, and saw that the knee of the right leg was covered with green black, and the broken skin was bloodstained, revealing pink flesh and blood.

"How did you get it like this?" Qin Muyang's dark eyes looked at her with endless distress, he frowned, his face darkened, and he didn't even feel cold in the concerned question.

Seeing that Yang Jinxin kept turning his head to look at her unfinished paintings, Qin Muyang was sullen for a while, and he couldn't bear to blame her, so he turned his head and shouted.

"Liao Yong, bring the medicine box!"

After speaking, he gently blew the wound again, and asked distressedly: "It hurts, you bear with it."

Liao Yong quickly knocked on the door and came in, and at the same time Mrs. Qin, who was supported by Sister-in-law Liu, exclaimed when she saw this.

"This ...... What's going on here? How did Jinxin get hurt! ”

Yang Jinxin didn't speak, and Qin Muyang didn't bother to answer, he just hurriedly took the medicine box, quickly took out the alcohol cotton ball, and was just about to press it, but stopped again, stretched out his other hand to hold Yang Jinxin's hand, looked up at her, and said softly: "Jinxin, if you hurt too much, just pinch my hand."

He looked at her and paused for a few seconds, Yang Jinxin still didn't look back, Qin Muyang helplessly showed a wry smile and said, "I'm going to wipe it."

As he spoke, he exhaled while carefully dipping the cotton ball lightly, and the sharp pain made Yang Jinxin's body reflexively shrink.

"It hurts, doesn't it? I'll take it lightly and endure it a little longer. Her shrinkage made Qin Muyang can't help but tighten his heart, and it seems that the pain is also with him.

"Si Shao, let me come!" Seeing this, Sister-in-law Liu hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to replace Qin Muyang, but she was coldly put aside.

Mrs. Qin looked at Qin Muyang's cautious appearance, and couldn't help sighing in her heart, her son She knew that on the surface, it seemed to be cold-hearted and cold-hearted, but in fact, he was more likely to fall in love than anyone else, he needed warmth and companionship too much. This warmth cannot be given by the family, and this companionship cannot only come from the family.

And Yang Jinxin, who seems to be weak on the outside, but is actually resolute in his heart, will be the final destination of his soul.

It's just that his love road is too difficult, and the woman who is as delicate as a flower makes him fall heavily.

Qin Muyang blew and dipped the wound lightly, but Yang Jinxin didn't make any movements except for the initial tremble, and the pain of alcohol soaking into the wound failed to draw her eyes back.

Mrs. Qin also followed her line of sight, on the painting paper, a tree of pear blossoms, under the tree, vividly sketched the figure of the young man, the painting skills are superb, the photo is as real, through the drawing paper, it seems that you can feel the tenderness in his eyes like water. Mrs. Qin moved her gaze to Qin Muyang again, and secretly sighed in her heart.

Soon after applying the medicine again, Qin Muyang wrapped her lightly, and the large bruises on Yang Jinxin's calves were reflected on her fair skin, which looked shocking.

"Do these places still hurt?" Qin Muyang asked softly while rubbing her legs, but naturally he still didn't answer. Qin Muyang frowned and looked at her, a moment of fire appeared in his eyes, and before he could attack, he pressed it down again and turned into helpless bitterness.

"Hurry up and go to the military headquarters, I will take care of Jinxin, don't worry."

Mrs. Qin also felt distressed, and said, she was afraid that she would be disgusted with Yang Jinxin if she looked at her son like this again.

Qin Muyang glanced up at his mother, paused, and nodded, "It's okay, I'm sorry for you."

He turned his head to look at Yang Jinxin and said, "I'll leave first and I'll be back soon."

As soon as Qin Muyang left, Yang Jinxin quickly got up and went to the balcony.

"Hey, put on your shoes, it's so cold, and Xiao Yuezi is also a confinement!" Mrs. Qin exclaimed, and Sister-in-law Liu hurriedly picked up her slippers and followed.

Yang Jinxin put on her slippers very obediently, and began to draw again, Mrs. Qin sat sideways on the sofa behind her, beckoning Sister-in-law Liu to go out.

"I've had people look into you and your family." Mrs. Qin said slowly, her soft voice combined with the rustling rain outside the window, which was indescribably coordinated.

Seeing that Yang Jinxin still didn't react, Mrs. Qin didn't mind, and still talked to herself.

"To be honest, in terms of your background, you are indeed not worthy of Mu Yang, but, do you know why I still accept you?"

"Not just because you saved me, but because of your mother."

Mrs. Qin looked at Yang Jinxin's right hand that suddenly stopped, and said with a light smile: "I owe it to your mother, no, probably shouldn't say that, in short, this is what God is destined for, so I have to compromise."

Yang Jinxin's dark eyes finally made a wave, her hand holding the pencil tightened, and when she put down the pen again, the lines were no longer as harmonious as before.

Mrs. Qin behind her seemed to be caught in a memory, and listened to her soft voice, with a distant taste.

"She is the kind of woman who makes people stunned at first sight, and the first time I saw her, I knew why he would rather grovel to her than have a good birth me."

The refill in Yang Jinxin's hand snapped off at this moment, and her hand holding the pencil trembled slightly, and her head lowered accordingly.

Mrs. Qin, who had been looking at her, smiled lightly and continued: "It's a coincidence, if it weren't for my father's rich side, according to Lao Shuai's heart for your mother back then, maybe this lady of the Overseer's Mansion would be surnamed Cao."

"Actually, I like your mother very much, and at that time, I thought about marrying into the Overseer with your mother, but I still didn't pass the level in my heart. If I had known that the Overseers would be so many people in the future, I would have accepted your mother. ”

"No, she won't, and even if you do, she won't."

Yang Jinxin's clear and firm voice suddenly interjected, making Mrs. Qin smile from the bottom of her heart.

"Yes, she is very stubborn, after your father died, you had such a hard time, Lao Shuai once offered to take care of your mother and daughter."

Yang Jinxin turned his head to look at her this time and retorted in disbelief: "I don't believe it!" My mother is not such a person! ”

Mrs. Qin nodded and said, "Yes, she refused, so Jinxin, I like you from the bottom of my heart, because I believe that your mother will definitely teach you very well, you will definitely be a good daughter-in-law of the Qin family, and you will definitely become Muyang's virtuous helper."

Yang Jinxin heard her say this, her face changed, she turned her head again, picked up the pencil, but couldn't draw anymore, and listened to Mrs. Qin continue.

"I know, you hate Muyang now, I have also lost a child, I know the pain in your heart, Jinxin......"

When Mrs. Qin said this, her voice choked up a little, and she held her hand holding the pen, "No one can understand your current mood better than me, but child, no matter how bad Muyang is, you are only such a man in your life, what else can you do?" Do you really want to hate him so much for the rest of your life? Ignore him for the rest of your life, don't talk to him for the rest of your life? ”

Yang Jinxin gently broke free of his hand and said in a low voice: "Then what do you want me to do?" What else do you want from me? Madame, tell me, what shall I do? ”

The pair of black eyes looked straight at her, she bit her lower lip, with a heavy sadness in her eyes, and the crystal clear tears seemed to be about to fall.

Mrs. Qin's loving and dignified face was full of helplessness, she smiled bitterly and held her hand tightly, "Mu Yang and Chu Yu have never had the same room, and the night they got married, he also went to look for you, right!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yang Jinxin kept looking at her eyes, and unnaturally moved away, so he listened to Mrs. Qin continue: "She is his rightful wife, and he has never touched her, let alone other people, Jinxin, Muyang is not the kind of person you think will abandon from the beginning."

Yang Jinxin lowered her head slightly, she understood in her heart that Mrs. Qin wanted to tell her that Qin Muyang and her sister Jin Huan might not have that kind of relationship, and she was also signaling to her that since Qin Muyang was willing to marry her, he would identify her as a person for the rest of his life.

After Mrs. Qin said these words, she went out, leaving room for her to think quietly. Yang Jinxin pinched the pencil and looked out the window, his mood was also like today's weather, dripping with rain.

Before noon, there was a sharp knock on the door, and a moment later someone pushed the door in, and when he entered, he heard a crisp voice, crying out in a hurry.

"Sister-in-law, help me, I'll apologize to you, now...... Only you can help me......"