"I'm fine." Leng Qingxi's little face turned pale, biting her lip hard, trembling slightly, she struggled to stand on her own, but failed.

"Don't be reckless, what's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? Wen Shizhong asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, I accidentally sprained my back a few days ago, I just hit it, and now it hurts a little." Leng Qingxi said lightly, but her reaction had betrayed her.

"A little sore? It's also called a little painful? Does Xuncheng know about your injury? Wen Shizhong asked angrily.

Leng Qingxi didn't answer, but stubbornly twisted his head to the other side.

"O you! It's really true to find the city, knowing that you are injured, and you are so careless. On Wen Shizhong's gentle face, there was finally another expression.

"He? He doesn't care about me, in his eyes, only Ling Fei'er is real. Leng Qingxi said lonely.

"Just now, let him misunderstand like this, is it really good? Would you like to give us a phone call and explain? ”

"No need." Leng Qingxi shook his head and said that there was no need for this: "There is nothing to explain, his opinion of me has always been like this, even if he doesn't come today, nothing will change, so there is no need to explain to him." ”

"Alright then, I'll take you in." Wen Shizhong carefully helped Leng Qingxi and walked back.

Wen Shizhong helped Leng Qingxi to send her back to the house, Xiao Ling was taken aback when she saw Leng Qingxi's appearance, and hurriedly ran over and took Leng Qingxi from Wen Shizhong's hand: "Madam, what's wrong with you?" Isn't it almost all good? ”

"Xiaoling, don't ask." Leng Qingxi waved his hand weakly.

"Okay, I'll send you home safely, and my task of protecting flowers today will be completed." Wen Shizhong stood in place and said chicly.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Wen?" Xiao Ling asked curiously.

"yes, I didn't expect to be here twice, you remember me." Wen Shizhong replied with a smile.

"You're so handsome, of course I remember." Xiao Ling replied with a red face.

"Wen Shizhong, you'd better have a cup of tea before leaving, otherwise I'm really upset."

"Forget it, you better have a good rest, I will definitely let you pay it back if you owe me, but not now."

"It's okay, I'll be better in a few days, and I'll definitely thank you."

"Then you can take care of your injuries, I'll leave first, goodbye Xiaoling." Wen Shizhong waved at the master and servant, turned to leave.

"Mr. Wen, goodbye." Behind her, Xiao Ling muttered quietly and looked at Wen Shizhong's figure in a daze.

Leng Qingxi couldn't help but laugh out loud when she saw this scene.

Xiaoling was awakened by Leng Qingxi's laughter, only to find that she was standing in front of Mrs. in a daze, she quickly withdrew her gaze and said shyly: "Madam, what are you laughing at, I'll send you back to the room to rest, why are you so careless, it's almost better." ”

Leng Qingxi nodded, but Xiao Ling was still nagging endlessly: "The doctor obviously said to let you recuperate for a while, but you didn't listen, and you were busy all day long, today I just asked the housekeeper to send a car to send you there, you don't listen, by the way, I have to call the young master and tell him that you are injured." ”

Hearing the young master, Leng Qingxi's originally smiling face immediately turned cold, and even his voice changed tone: "Don't call him." ”

Xiao Ling was taken aback by Leng Qingxi's sudden change, so she had to nod her head and didn't dare to speak again, just silently helped Leng Qingxi back to her room and retreated.

Leng Qingxi was lying on the bed, only feeling a piercing pain in her waist, but she was a little numb. She couldn't forget Mu Xuncheng's cold eyes looking at her, and she couldn't forget his harsh words, and again and again, he hurt her heart.

Leng Qingxi felt that he really couldn't understand Mu Xuncheng, those rare gentleness and the desperation he gave him, was he really a person? Why would the same person put these two completely different emotions on himself at the same time?

She sadly found that her emotions were more and more drawn by Mu Xuncheng, and her heart was more and more easily disturbed by Mu Xuncheng, which was a bad signal, it was impossible for her and Mu Xuncheng at all, aside from all other factors, in front of her, there was a living Ling Fei'er in front of the eyes of the two people, and in Mu Xuncheng's eyes, she was probably a mercenary woman.

What kind of mess were she thinking, Leng Qingxi covered her head with the quilt, and just shrank back, only to feel another sharp pain, she screamed, trying to drive these disturbing thoughts out of her head: "Leng Qingxi, you should be sober." ”

Mu Xuncheng drove the car, driving aimlessly on the road, the scenery outside the window kept regressing, but he was not in the mood at all, he left his work, regardless of face, came here, and saw such a result, Leng Qingxi, you are ruthless.

Recalling the tacit smile between the two, the intimate salutation, and the tightly clasped hands, Mu Xuncheng only felt angry in his heart, he slapped the steering wheel fiercely, the car slammed, and the horn made a long and piercing chirp.

Fortunately, there are no cars on this road, otherwise it would be really dangerous. However, Mu Xuncheng didn't care about these at all, at this time, his mind was full of cold streams.

Hmph, this woman is really too scheming, is it possible that she sent a text message to attract herself, just to demonstrate to herself? How long have she and Shi Zhong known each other? Thinking that Wen Shizhong had asked him for Leng Qingxi, Mu Xuncheng only felt that his stomach was constricted, would they have known each other a long time ago?

After thinking about it all the way, by the time he drove home, it was already evening.

Looking at the familiar villa, Mu Xuncheng suddenly felt a little tired, can this place really be called home? This cold house has everything that others envy, except for the warmth he wants. There was no one he wanted.

"Zhi'er, I'm so tired." Mu Xuncheng looked out the window and muttered.

He suddenly remembered another villa, remembered Leng Qingxi's smiling face, and when he sent Leng Qingxi there for the first time, Leng Qingxi's expression of surprise was: "Here, it's really well furnished, just like home." ”

"Home?" Mu Xuncheng repeated this word, indeed, during that time, he did feel at home, and it was also the most harmonious day in his "marriage" with Leng Qingxi.

During that time, for the first time, Mu Xuncheng had the idea of having someone waiting for me at home, and let him have a care for his family, which can be said to be a feeling that he has never felt since he was a child.

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, what is the use of thinking about this now, it is impossible to go back anyway.

When he returned home, he found that the servants were very busy, and the butler was standing in the living room nervously directing something. Seeing Mu Xuncheng, the housekeeper trotted over: "Young master, are you back?" ”

"What are you doing here?" Mu Xuncheng frowned and looked at the servants running around, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Young Master, don't you know? Didn't Miss Ling call you? ”

"No, I didn't get a call from her." Mu Xuncheng said and took out his mobile phone from his bag, and found that there were more than a dozen missed calls on it, some of which were Wu Tong's, and more of them were Ling Fei'er's.

"Young master, Miss Ling called and said that she would be discharged from the hospital tonight, so let's clean up and prepare." The housekeeper said respectfully.

"Hey, you, what about you, lightly, that's Miss Ling's favorite vase. Yes, just leave it there. ”

"But the books and the paper?" The man asked, embarrassed, pointing to the manuscript that had been placed aside.

"Thrown, thrown, can't you tell which is more important?" The butler said.

"Yes, yes." The man nodded, put the vase aside, and began to pack up the manuscripts, which he threw into a bag as if intending to throw them away.

Mu Xuncheng suddenly became a little impatient, he pointed to the servant and said, "You, stop me, who told you to touch those manuscripts?" Who does this family listen to? ”

The servant was startled by Mu Xuncheng's sudden shout, he shuddered, stopped, stood in place, at a loss, and looked at the butler for help.

The housekeeper didn't expect that it was just some tattered manuscripts, how could Mu Xuncheng have such a big anger.

He asked tentatively: "Young Master, those things are Miss Leng's, and they have been there for a few days, and when Miss Ling comes back today, I'm afraid she will be unhappy when she sees it." ”

"It's important that she's not happy or I'm not happy. I'm the master of this home. Mu Xuncheng looked at the housekeeper coldly.

In a few moments, cold sweat broke out from his forehead. He stood in place, he didn't dare to breathe, this young master didn't know what was wrong today, didn't he say that in this house, Ling Fei'er was the real hostess? But at this time, who dares to say anything to refute, even a blind person can see that this prince is not in a good mood today, and he insists on hitting the muzzle of the gun, and he deserves to be scolded.

"Why don't you speak? Isn't it you the one who talks the most on weekdays? Don't think that if you've been in this home for a long time, you'll have no one in mind. ”

"Yes, yes." The butler nodded yes as he spoke, his body constantly arching downward, and his head was about to be nodded to the ground.

"Oops, what's going on? Who provoked my brother Xuncheng to be so angry? A sweet voice sounded at the door, and it turned out to be Ling Fei'er standing at the door with Ling Jiacheng's support.

The housekeeper was overjoyed when he saw Ling Fei'er: "Miss Ling, you can come back." With that, he ran over, took the luggage in Ling Jiacheng's hand, and took the opportunity to slip away.

Seeing Ling Fei'er, Mu Xuncheng didn't want to put on a face anymore, but just said lightly: "It's nothing, teach your subordinates a lesson." ”

The subordinate holding the vase, seeing that the housekeeper had run away, had to poke in place at a loss: "Young master, then this vase." ”

"Bastard thing, not down yet." Mu Xuncheng said angrily.

Ling Fei'er looked at the situation in front of her and rolled her eyes, knowing a rough idea, but she was smart and didn't ask, just pouted, stepped forward and hugged Mu Xuncheng's neck coquettishly: "Brother Xuncheng, why don't you understand my phone, you don't even come to pick me up when people are discharged from the hospital." ”

Mu Xuncheng frowned, looked at Ling Fei'er, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart: "Oh, I have something to do today, I forgot my phone in the car, I'm really sorry." ”

"It's okay, as long as I see Brother Xuncheng, won't I come back too?"

Ling Jiacheng only felt a burst of sweat behind him, when he couldn't get through to Mu Xuncheng this morning, his sister was not like this.

At that time, she was so furious that she almost dropped the phone. But now she is a bird, gentle and lovely, and women are really terrible.