When he saw the bulging figure on the big bed in the bedroom, he walked over in a daze and raised his hand to lift the quilt.

Chu Yao had already heard the sound of the door being slammed open, and she didn't move until the quilt was lifted, and she looked at it coldly.

Nangong Yan Chi seemed to be relieved when he saw her open eyes, and if he was careful, he could find that his hand holding the quilt was trembling.

But when he saw the wound on her face, there was anger in his eyes.

"I'm tired and want to rest." She gestured and then tugged at the quilt in his hand.

Nangong Yan Chi grabbed her hand, and his blue eyes stared at her hand.

Her arms were bruised, and her hands were bleeding from several wounds.

"You want to die?"

Chu Yao was silent and laughed.

"Speak, do you want to die?" Nangong Yan Chi's tone aggravated.

Chu Yao tugged at his hand and sneered: "You are still alive and well, why should I die?" ”

"How to explain the wounds on your face and hands."

"I smashed the mirror and accidentally got splashed by the lens."

"Why smash the mirror." If you don't want to die, why do you smash the mirror?

Chu Yao sneered again when she heard this: "I heard that falling things in a bad mood can relieve your mood, why do you feel sorry for your mirror?" ”

Nangong Yan Chi looked at her, scrutinizing, exploring.

There was a hint of indifference on his domineering and handsome face......

"It's better not to let me know that you want to die, or I'll make your life worse than death." He straightened up and turned to leave.

After Chu Yao turned around again, the smile on his mouth fell, life is better than death?

She woke up in a split second and committed suicide...... It is a selfish idea and a symbol of cowardice.

She is a mother, how can she leave her own children?

For the sake of her children, even if life is better than death, she must live, because only by living can everything be possible......

The knock on the door sounded again.

"Miss Chu, the young master asked me to bandage your wounds."

Chifeng said and waited for a few minutes before walking in.

Chu Yao sat on the bed, unmoved, where can the wounds on her body compare to the wounds on her spirit and heart.

Chifeng looked at her and frowned slightly, sick and weak, how did he become this virtue after only a few days of not seeing her?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the ancient Lin Daiyu......

"The wound is not very deep, and it will recover in a few days without leaving a scar." Chifeng just glanced at it and took out the ointment from the medicine box as he spoke.

Chu Yao lowered her eyes, feeling very tired.

Chifeng applied the ointment, saw the circle of bruises on her wrists, and sighed......

The young master used most of his hand to hold her arm like this, and it is estimated that her bones will be broken if she is a little stronger, no wonder this woman is so bald.

"Okay, you have a good rest, by the way, don't eat breakfast tomorrow morning, I'll give you a test at noon to see what kind of poison you have in your body." Chifeng told before leaving.

Chu Yao reacted when he heard the poison.

It doesn't matter if she can speak or not, she just wants the toxin not to spread to her child.

She took out her mobile phone and saw that Hu Yang had sent him several messages, all asking if she was injured and whether An was safe.

When she was blocked by Nangong Yan Chi yesterday, she saw 0347, who was secretly protecting her, surrounded by several men in black.

She sent a message back to Hu Yang, asked about 0347, and told him not to act rashly.

Nangong Yan Chi's people were very difficult to deal with, and if they approached rashly, they would probably be shot dead by them......

After some instructions, Chu Yao sent another message to Chu Zhichen, telling him that she was working overtime today so she didn't answer his video call.