Shen Yuchen stared at Ping Yan deeply, the light in the depths of his eyes was sharp, as if he was hunting in the paddock, with a compelling cold anger, as if he was about to devour the heartless woman in front of him. In an instant, it seemed to be drenched in cold rain, leaving only the ashes that could not be concealed.

His face drooped, pale as paper, collapsed into the quilt and stopped moving.

Ping Yan was slightly stunned, patted him on the shoulder with palpitations, and called Shen Yuchen again and again, but never got any response.

She could even feel his shoulders slowly stiffening and his body cold. She panicked, her brain went blank, she forced a shred of reason, and called the doctor in a loud voice, choked up, intermittent, unable to write smoothly.

Shen Yuchen deliberately tested her, and when she saw her sad appearance of her dead husband, she was honest and cheerful, and said in a relaxed voice, "Seeing that you are so concerned about me, I still don't go to Hades to report." ”

Only then did Ping Yan react and jump into the pit he had dug out, and the calmed qi rose again, not to fight anywhere, and said coldly to each other, "Second Young Master, let's go and report it quickly, while others haven't washed and slept yet." ”

Such mean words coupled with her vibrant expression, in Shen Yuchen's eyes, it was like Wu Nong's soft words, scratching her heart and liver.

He squinted happily and didn't speak, just looked at her with a deep smile, like a child with candy in the rising light.

In mid-June, it is the hottest time in Qingzhou.

A few days ago, Shen Yuchen was discharged from the hospital silently, and he didn't know where to go. For more than half a month of recuperation in the hospital, he was almost like a dog skin plaster, sticking to Ping Yan's side all the time, chattering, verbose, and talking like a bamboo tube pouring beans. But ask yourself, she likes to listen to him talk eloquently, all over the world, at home and abroad, so many dazzling, longing anecdotes, new style.

The noisy hospital room was deserted for a while, and she was used to and enjoyed the silence before, but now she felt full of irritability and worry. I don't know the taste of food, and I can't sleep at night.

Since the day of the operation, she has never seen Mu Zicheng again, and she can't find out his trace when she knocks on the side. Regardless of whether Shen Yuchen's identity was exposed or not, no matter what Mu Zicheng's calculations were, she planned to settle down for the time being and think about it in the long run, but she never expected that Shen Yuchen would disappear for no reason, and she didn't leave half a message.

She couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Dongxia, has Young Master Dong sent someone to deliver the letter, and has the Second Young Master been missing?" She pinched the handkerchief, not noticing that this sentence had been asked many times in just a few hours, and she didn't realize that her concern for Shen Yuchen was now undisguised.

Dongxia was picking up her luggage, turned around, and comforted: "Miss, don't worry, the second young master won't have an accident." The more no news comes, the better the news. ”

A shadow stretched by the sunlight slowly expanded into the line of sight, Ping Yan raised her head, her eyes were thrown from low to high, and a black suit on her leather shoes was appropriately cut, facing the dazzling sun. She subconsciously thought that Shen Yuchen was back, so she hurriedly walked over, and suddenly stopped by the door frame.

She looked at the face of the man in the bright light group, and at the same time, she was surprised, and her heart was somehow full of frustration that fell to the bottom.

"Big or small? What are you doing here? ”

She was used to seeing Shen Dashao in a dignified military uniform, and at first glance he was wearing a suit, which showed a little warmth and grace, handsome and elegant, but those eyes, even in the sunlight with nowhere to hide, were also a deep ditch, dripping with black waves, as if they were going to trap people inside. It is obviously calm, but it is full of oppression, and it is difficult to discern the way.

Dongxia curtsied at him, glanced at Ping Yan, and immediately retreated.

He walked over slowly, step by step, silently, his eyes were like a ball of stagnant water, shooting straight towards Ping Yan.

Ping Yan secretly retreated, but he grabbed her wrist with such force that her veins were about to burst. He grabbed Ping Yan's jaw fiercely, frowned and stared into the depths of her eyes, measuring inch by inch, "What about Shen Yuji?" ”

He forcibly controlled his irritability, and the green tendons that swelled on his forehead were still distinct, and he increased the strength of his fingertips, "Are you going to stir up the sky in Qingzhou?" ”

I can't hide it so soon.

It's just that she wasn't sure if it was the bloody battle of the Qingyun Gang or Shen Yuchen's secrets that she couldn't hide.

She didn't know what to say, and she had nothing to say. Anyway, these days, all major newspapers have broken down the truth and falsehood of the bloody war of the Youth Movement Gang, and it has been vividly decomposed. The content of it, Shen Dashao should choose by himself.

"The second young master disappeared a few days ago, and I am also looking for him. It would be great if few could find it. Ping Yan said lightly.

At this time, in a dungeon of the Youth Movement Gang.

The dark and damp walls are covered with mold moss, and there is a dug ditch pond in the center, the water is black and yellow, and the stench is full. In the water stood an unkempt and thin figure, neck-deep, and the arm-thick chains hung from all sides, tied to various parts of the man's body.

She remained motionless, as if she had long since been a dead body, air-dried in a coffin in the dungeon.

A cloud of orange light faded and slowly poked in.

There was a hurried call from high and low, and the voice was indignant and sad, like someone cutting the strings one by one with a knife, and it burst out at once. She trembled like a humble ant, hiding everywhere, trying to shrink herself into an invisible one.

As she moved, the chains collided with each other, scraping hard notes, brittle and cold, thorns scraping the air. Suddenly, she stopped struggling, like a pierced face, her flesh and bones were cut out, and she was limp and out of breath, as if there was only a soft human skin that could not be supported.

She has nowhere to hide.

Presumably, his eyes were full of her horrible and dirty appearance, which was neither human nor ghost.

And in those glamorous days, she has never completely occupied his eyes and captured his heart.

Except for this time.

From the glory to the mud. He did not stop to see her in full bloom, but in the end he witnessed her very humble and ugly withering.

She would rather die and be cut by a thousand knives than appear alive in front of him in this situation, remembering her clumsy and ugly appearance.