Zhang Liuling knows very well what his mother has done, so he will not care about any affection for her, even if it is this moment.

Mrs. Zhang sat on the bed, her heart still couldn't be calm, her mind was full of the words that Shi Nian had said at this time.

She thought, what is it that she is not a demon? Let her son be so crazy for her.

Thoughts kept popping up from the bottom of her mind.

After Zhang Liuling returned to the North Building, Jiang Yue was staying on the sofa in the study, and the maid was sitting on the sofa and applying medicine to the man's wounds.

He stood there and looked at the man for a long time.

None of the people in the study noticed his existence, and at this moment, the person lying on the sofa saw a shadow on the ground, she immediately raised her face, and after seeing the person standing at the door of the study, she sat up from the sofa: "Uncle Zhang."

The maid also immediately put down the clothes on her body for her and looked at the door: "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Liuling walked to the room and asked the servant, "How are the injuries on your body?"

The servant knew that he was asking about the little lady's wounds, and replied, "It's much better, the red marks on my body are only a faint red."

Zhang Liuling said to the servant, "You go out."

When the servant heard the command, he put down the medicine in his hand and went out of the study.

After there were only two people left in the study, the culprit said, "It hurts."

It's also coquettish and pretentious, begging for sympathy and pity.

Zhang Liuling's attitude towards her has not eased, and she is still neither yin nor yang, half-lukewarm.

He looked at her eyes with tears in them, "Isn't the injury healed?"

Jiang Yue sat on the sofa with a painful expression on her face: "It's not good at all, you don't care about me at all now."

She stretched out her arms and coquettishly squeezed at him, "Look, it's not good at all."

Zhang Liuling's gaze fell on her arm.

Jiang Yue's arm was tender and tender, her skin was as white as mutton fat jade, and the slightest trace was obvious, and although those injuries had faded, they still had pale pink traces on her arm.

It's like a white jade with cherry blossom petals, which is more attractive.

Zhang Liuling didn't move.

Jiang Yue cried: "I've already apologized, I know it's wrong, are you still angry?" Then, she looked at him with a big clump of tears in her eyes: "You don't like me anymore, do you?"

The crimes she committed had already broken through Zhang Liuling's bottom line as a human being, and she had thousands of reasons to do this, but on Zhang Liuling's side, from the moment she killed his father, she was already a capital crime.

But Zhang Liuling, at the moment when her eyes looked at him, the moment he told himself that he didn't like her anymore, he finally held her hand, put her arm under his eyes and looked at it quietly for a long time: "If you like it, can you make these injuries better?"

"Yes, only your liking can heal."

She said with a straight face.

She was still coquettish with her hands hanging from his sleeves: "Don't you like me anymore?"

How could you not like it, after Zhang Liuling sat down on the sofa, he held her arm, and his eyebrows finally brought a little warmth: "Then how do you want me to like it?" His fingers ran over her delicate skin, his fingertips caressing the red mark.

The tears in Jiang Yue's eyes still did not dissipate, and she looked at him pitifully: "I want you to apply medicine."

She leaned directly into his arms, her whole body wrapped around him like a spider spirit, her face pressed against his chest.

Zhang Liuling pinched her hand for a long time, and finally let her lean in his arms, taking the ointment on the table to replace the red marks on her skin, and carefully smearing the medicine.

Jiang Yue thought of something, and still had palpitations, she stayed in his arms peacefully, watching him paint his arms, and asked like a soft rabbit in his arms, "Uncle Zhang, you won't throw me into the rat pile again, right?"

She knew that he had just gone out, and as for what he was going to do, Jiang Yue didn't know, but she probably knew in her heart that it should have something to do with her.

How could that old lady old poison be easy

Leave her alone.

When Zhang Liuling heard her words, his eyes drooped, and there was a hint of coolness in his pupils: "You won't be obedient."

She looked up at him in his arms, "I won't, I really won't, I swore to you."

She is really well-behaved now, she listens to everything she says, and she is quick to admit her mistakes.

Who can hide from such a good face as her.

Zhang Liuling never looked at her, but Jiang Yue's face was extremely pitiful, like a little rabbit looking at him who couldn't get love.

Zhang Liuling's gaze finally turned to her face, and her eyes immediately caught his gaze.

"Brother."

He could only look down at her after his eyes were caught in her gaze, his face swallowed by the shadows above his head, and he still fell into her trapped eyes, his eyes staring at himself in her pupils.

It's so different from himself, and even he feels strange.

He whispered, "Well, no, you're obedient."

Jiang Yue smiled instantly when she heard his words, and her face was as bright as Xingyue.

She turned her face and continued to ask him, "Uncle Zhang, do you like me?"

She always confirmed with him over and over again, like a restless child, as if as long as he didn't say he liked it for a moment, she couldn't be at peace for a moment.

Zhang Liuling didn't answer her.

"Uncle Zhang, do you like me?"

She pestered him to ask the question, as if she wouldn't give up if he didn't answer, and her head was raised like a little pug.

Zhang Liuling was obsessed with her, so he replied to her in a low voice: "You are good, I like it."

When he said this, there was still not much emotion in his tone.

Jiang Yue was extremely satisfied, she was so well-behaved, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she was like a little white snake: "I'm good."

She said so.

Zhang Liuling's hand fell on her head, and the other hand held her, and the shadow in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

He thought, he was hopeless.

The next day, someone was packing up on the north side of the building, and Jiang Yue stood there looking at those servants, not knowing what was going on.

The servants didn't pay any attention to her, and they all looked at it and packed up some of their belongings, including some documents and books that Zhang Liuling needed.

Jiang Yue didn't know what they were doing with these things, so she stood in front of the servant, "What are you doing here?"

Still no servant answered her.

Jiang Yue directly reached out and pressed the things in the hand of a servant, and the servant finally raised his face to look at her.

Jiang Yue looked at her and asked coquettishly, "What is this going to do? Why don't you answer me?"

How dare the servant not answer her, she thought for a long time, and could only reply to her with fear: "Yes, it was Mr. Zhang who told us to pack up, and these things are going to be sent abroad."

"Sending it abroad?"

The servant said, "Yes."

"Why send it abroad?"

Jiang Yue asked the servant.