Entering the unit door, Nan Yu closed it hard.

The slender back clings to the cold, hard door frame.

The long eyelashes trembled like wounded butterfly wings.

His eyes flushed, and he clenched his fingers into fists and put them to his mouth, trying to restrain his emotions.

She was so sick of such entanglements.

finally made her heart cold, but it made her have the illusion that he didn't care about her.

Her chest heaved violently, and she closed her eyes.

When she opened it again, she slowly calmed down.

You can't be fooled anymore.

She didn't want to experience the feeling of being abandoned, hurt, and deceived again and again.

Mu Sihan stood outside the unit door, scarlet blood had already stained his face, drops down his thin jaw and onto his shirt, and his handsome and unruly face was terribly pale.

He remained indifferent, as if he did not feel a trace of pain or discomfort.

The dark and deep eyes were dyed with a patch of scarlet.

The irritable factor in the body is stirring.

He threw his fist into a fist and slammed it hard and hard at the wall next to the door.

He stood at the door decadently and depressed, motionless, like a frozen sculpture, but the bright red that kept sliding down his forehead was too shocking and terrifying.

After he came out of the hospital, Cher also took a taxi to follow.

Her skinny body stood in the dim light, watching the wound on Mu Sihan's forehead being knocked open by Nan Yu, and her heart hurt as if it were cracked.

The legs wanted to step forward without obeying the call, but she knew that he didn't want to see her at this time.

Growing up, she had never seen him care so much about a woman other than his family.

Although he is arrogant, he is actually indifferent and ascetic to anyone.

He is handsome, and when he has money or not, the girls who like him are all rushing forward. But he will never rely on his own conditions to have a warm relationship with a woman or play with a woman.

His private life is cleaner than anyone else's.

She had never seen him flirt with any woman, and she thought he would not do anything like that because he had a high IQ and a low emotional intelligence.

It turned out that he didn't know, but in the face of a woman he didn't like, he disdained and didn't want to.

In fact, no one knows that under his arrogant and unruly appearance, he has a soft and sensitive heart.

Cher looked at the blood on his face, and her heart tightened.

Click, click, click.

No one noticed that in the dark corner, someone took a picture of the scene just now into the camera.

Mu Zhai.

The old lady sat on the sofa wearing reading glasses and embroidered, her throat was uncomfortable, she coughed, and coughed up blood on her handkerchief.

My physical condition is getting worse and worse, and I'm afraid I won't be able to survive for a year.

After Xue'er left the community where Nan Yu lived, she did not go to the manor, but to the Mu Mansion. She sat quietly beside the old lady and watched her embroider.

The flowers embroidered by the old lady are a must, beautiful and vivid.

"Old lady, someone just sent this over." The servant handed an envelope to the old lady.

The old lady put down her needle and thread, pushed down her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and took the envelope.

The old lady opened the envelope and saw the photos inside, and her cloudy eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Three photos.

The first Nan Yu hit Mu Sihan's forehead hard.

The second Mousse Han's face was covered with bright red blood.

The third Mousse Han slammed hard against the wall, and the back of his hand was injured.

"This girl, knowing that Si Han was injured, hit him hard?" The old lady had already regarded Mu Sihan as her own grandson, and she was so distressed when she saw his bloody face.

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