Sensing that her body was trembling, Qin Tong straightened her face, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's nothing...... Tang Nuan'er subconsciously avoided his gaze, "It's just that I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, Qin Tong, let's go home." ”

Qin Tong looked at her for a while and said, "Okay." ”

His gaze cast in the direction Song Yixi left, but he quickly retracted his gaze, held Tang Nuan'er's hand, and sat in the car.

With the action of closing the door, Tang Nuan'er's slender left hand revealed countless hideous scars, and she moved uncomfortably, hiding the scars under her long sleeves.

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In November, it was early winter.

Song Yixi contacted him according to the number on the business card that Shen Changqiu gave her.

Wen Shiyu's big fluffy tail hung behind him, and a pair of furry ones drooped down, hugging Song Yixi's pillow and curling up on the sofa without much energy.

"Young Master, are you feeling unwell?" Wu Sen asked worriedly.

In the past few days since getting off the cruise, the young master has not seemed to have much energy.

I don't know why.

Wen Shiyu ignored him, buried her face in the pillow and rubbed it, her body shrinking even tighter.

"Could it be that Miss Song's blood is useless to you?" This is the only reason that Wu Sen can think of that will make the young master uncomfortable.

Miss Song's blood concentration of substance B is extremely low, so she is not the most suitable fit for the young master.

"It's not." The voice is low and cold in the temperature and time domain.

"What's going on...... suddenly realizing something, Wu Sen was shocked in his heart, and said incredulously: "Could it be that Young Master hasn't drunk Miss Song's blood recently?" ”

Wen Shiyu did not speak.

Seeing this scene, Wu Sen's face changed greatly: "Young Master!" ”

"What are you shouting?" Wen Shiyu's indifferent eyes swept towards him, and he said lightly: "That woman is a weak chicken, she is sick all day long, and she will die if I suck a few more mouthfuls of her blood." ”

"Even if that's the case, the young master can't help but drink it at all......" Wu Sen was shocked in his heart: "And the young master also gave Miss Song the soul bead, Miss Song's body will be fine." ”

"Don't drink it!" Wen Shiyu simply refused.

What if something happens to that woman?

Wu Sen's gaze suddenly became a little complicated.

He knew that the young master liked Miss Song, but he didn't know that he liked it to this extent......

Song Yixi came back after making a phone call outside, and saw that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange, so he couldn't help but say, "What's wrong?" ”

Wu Sen looked at her, and as soon as he wanted to speak, he was warned in a deep voice by Wen Shiyu: "Don't meddle in your business, get out!" ”

Wu Sen's face changed, and he bowed his head and retreated.

Song Yixi was slightly stunned, she walked to Wen Shiyu's side and asked, "You guys quarreled?" ”

The man glanced up at her, his eyes fell on her cold and fair face, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and said, "Woman, are you cold?" ”

Song Yixi just wanted to say that it was not cold, but he saw him stretch out his knuckled hand: "It's not impossible for me to warm my hands!" ”

She looked at him with a gracious expression on his face, her lips slightly hooked, and she still handed her hand over.

said it was to warm his hands, but his hands were much colder than hers.

Song Yixi frowned, "Wen Shiyu, are you not feeling well?" ”

He didn't look right.

Wen Shiyu glanced at her worried expression, his big tail quietly stretched out, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into his arms, his furry head rubbed lightly between her neck, and his voice was tired and hoarse: "Stay with me for a while." ”