At this time, the cobwebs were completely all over the floor-to-ceiling glass, and the sound of rustling was silent for two seconds, and then there was a "bang", and the whole piece of glass exploded, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.

The cold wind carried raindrops the size of beans from the breach and slapped Xiao Shiqin's face fiercely, and the fire burning violently in his heart seemed to be doused all at once.

He leaned back on the back of the sofa chair, his gaze out of focus at the ceiling, and after a pause, he snorted and slowly closed his eyes.

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In the next few days, Mu Cheng didn't see Xiao Shiqin.

She thought he wasn't in the villa, but it wasn't until her aunt asked anxiously if the two of them had quarreled that she knew that Xiao Shiqin was sick.

"Miss, you go and persuade Mr., how can you get sick if you don't eat?" The aunt looked worried.

Mu Cheng's eyes flashed, his body did not move, and he spoke coldly after a while, "Sick, you should go to the doctor."

The aunt looked at her unmoved, sighed, and turned to go into the house.

As she walked, she was still whispering in her mouth, what was the breakfast she brought in in the morning, what it was like when she took it in, and what it was when she took it out, and she didn't move a mouthful.

Mu Cheng listened to her aunt's muttering and looked up at the blue sky.

Today's weather is very good, and the big clouds are like a big handful of marshmallows, and people are unconsciously happy when they look at them.

She looked back at the villa, but didn't see her aunt, Mu Cheng guessed that she might be in the kitchen or cleaning.

Xiao Shiqin stayed in his room all the time and never came out.

The whole villa is quiet.

Mu Cheng put her feet down from the hem of her skirt, stuffed her slippers, got up and walked out.

At first, she walked, slowly, slowly, the pace became faster and faster, and finally it became running.

But before she could run to the gate, two tall men rushed out of nowhere and blocked her way.

"Miss Mu, please go back."

Mu Cheng looked at the close door unwillingly, gritted his teeth, and turned around and walked back.

When I walked to the door, I met my aunt running out of the house, her face was very anxious, and the moment I saw her, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't say anything, he looked at Mu Cheng with obvious blame in his eyes.

Mu Cheng walked into the villa, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

The aunt was studying the medicine the doctor had given her.

There was a big pile scattered on the table.

Mu Cheng kept changing platforms, and often before she finished a sentence on TV, she had already tuned to the next station.

Eighty percent of it was spoken in Hong Kong dialect, which she used to think was very interesting, but now she is only irritable.

However, the aunt came to her at this time and asked, "Miss, can you help me see if this is written 3 or 1?"

Mu Cheng glanced at it, "3 pieces at a time."

Probably hearing the impatience in her words, the aunt sighed, walked back to the table, and muttered, "It's been so many days, and I haven't seen any retreat from the burn."

"Do you want me to call the doctor again?"

Mu Cheng didn't want to respond, but the aunt thought she hadn't heard it, so she asked again.

"I'm tired."

She dropped the remote on the couch, dropped it, and got up and walked up the stairs.

Mu Cheng and Xiao Shiqin's rooms are on the second floor, but they are like two extremes, one in the easternmost and the other in the westernmost, separated by a whole corridor.

She walked towards her room, and glanced sideways as she unscrewed the doorknob. Light poured in through the window at the end, cutting the space into two distinct pieces.

And Xiao Shiqin's room was on the dark side, quiet, without any movement.

The hand holding the doorknob was unconsciously strained.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in my ears, and it was my aunt who was going upstairs.

Mu Cheng's eyes froze, and he suddenly came back to his senses, unscrewed the handle and entered the house.

She leaned against the door, and there was a lot of movement outside

Light, she didn't really hear it.

I felt like my aunt was knocking on the door at the end, and after waiting for a while, the footsteps sounded again.

Towards evening, a car drove into the yard with the sound of engines.

Two people came down from inside.

One Mu Cheng recognized that it was a doctor, and the other was Qin Yue.

Mu Cheng sat on the sofa in front of the window, listening to the footsteps all the way to the end of the aisle.

After some time, a knock on the door brought her back to her thoughts.

Mu Cheng said, "I don't want to eat it."

"It's me." It was Qin Yue's voice that replied to her, "Miss Mu."

Mu Cheng was stunned, got up and went over to open the door.

There was no light in the room, and the light in the hallway refracted into the door frame with the movement of the door opening, reflecting her thin and thin figure.

Mu Cheng blocked the door, without the intention of letting Qin Yue in, she said, "Is there something wrong?"

Qin Yue's gaze crossed her shoulder and swept indoors.

The furnishings inside are minimalistic.

Speaking of which, this was originally Qin Yue's house, and it has never been lived in since it was purchased, and the decoration was also handed over to the assistant to get it.

Later, after giving it to Xiao Shiqin, she didn't care about it even more.

The only thing that stood out was probably the row of white medicine bottles on the bedside table.

Qin Yue turned her gaze back to Mu Cheng, and she said, "Xiao Shiqin asked me to take you away, let's go."

Mu Cheng's eyes were slightly dilated, as if she didn't expect her to say this, and she was stunned for a while, and she didn't move for a long time.

Seeing this, Qin Yue hooked her red lips, leaned against the door frame, folded her arms, and her posture was casual, "What, can you go now and don't want to go?"

Mu Cheng was shocked, his eyes trembled, and he paused for a while before turning back to the room.

Qin Yue watched her take out the suitcase and put the clothes in one by one.

After a long time, Mu Cheng walked out with the lever, and when she passed through the door, Qin Yue took out a bank card and stopped in front of her, "This is what Xiao Shiqin asked me to transfer to you, to ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Mu Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at Naka, his long eyelashes were covered, making it impossible to see the look underneath.

Qin Yue's lips hooked the arc, and he didn't make a sound to urge.

After a moment, she raised her eyebrows and took her hand back, "Then I'll help Miss Mu keep it for a while." With that, he turned around and walked towards the staircase.

At this time, Mu Cheng asked, "How is he?"

Hearing this, Qin Yue turned sideways and mocked in a mocking tone, "It's not a big deal, it's just a severe allergy and a severe cold, the doctor said that as long as you are willing to take medicine, you can't die."

Mu Cheng remembered what her aunt had said, and her hand holding the lever tightened unconsciously.

Qin Yue leaned on the railing, his gaze swept over her face, catching her momentary hesitation.

She knew in her heart, but said, "Miss Mu, aren't you leaving?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor at the end of the hallway, and then the door on the other side was opened, and the doctor rushed out.

"Miss Qin, Mr. Xiao is in a coma and must be sent to the hospital immediately!"