This frightened He Runcheng, he stood up nervously, looking flustered, "Young Master, where do you hurt?" Does it matter? Why don't I call a doctor! ”

But Wen Xien only shook his head, in the dark night, she was like a crystal and fragile glass doll, infinitely beautiful, but with a little sorrow and paleness.

He Runcheng was still not at ease, he was nervous and even took Wen Xien's hand outside the quilt in disregard, "Young master, where do you hurt, tell me, don't hold back, if it really hurts, I'll call a doctor." ”

It may be that He Runcheng is too gentle, or it may be that his worry and panic on the surface are not fake at all, which makes the grievances in Wen Xien's heart even more turbulent.

There was still a burning pain on her body, the boy in front of her eyes was full of worry, the skin of the boy holding her hand was a little dry and rough, but it made her feel a little warm in the dead of night.

"I feel bad......

The lonely eyes have no heart-warming luster, just shone with bitter tears.

He Runcheng has never seen such a Wen Xien, in his eyes, Wen Xien is actually the existence of the stars holding the moon.

But now Wen Xien has no arrogance and rudeness in the past, like a lost child.

He Runcheng asked softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

"Why is the young master's heart uncomfortable?"

He thought that Wen Xien would say that Liang Zhongshan beat her because he was uncomfortable, but he didn't expect Wen Xien to say with a trill.

"My bird is dead......"

This answer surprised He Runcheng, he couldn't believe that this young master who had never treated people as human beings would say this answer.

It stands to reason that it's just a bird, and if it's dead, it's dead, and ordinary people won't be sad, let alone the eldest young master of this prestigious clan.

He Runcheng couldn't understand that Wen Xien, who could bear to let him drown in the river at that time, would be sad because a bird died.

A strange thought suddenly welled up in his heart, staring at the young master's tearful eyes, He Runcheng couldn't help but grab Wen Xien's hand.

"The young master is so sad that the bird is dead, so why can you watch me almost drown?"

He Runcheng can't forget the feeling of dying at that time, that kind of fear and fear, and now he can be shocked into a cold sweat when he thinks about it.

But what he couldn't forget even more was the indifferent and even cruel look of Wen Xien on the shore.

Wen Xien can cry out sadly when such a small creature dies, so why can he watch him drown and not save him.

Wen Xien's head was still confused, and it took a long time to understand his words, and now Wen Xien's mind is obviously not very clear, otherwise he would not have said something like this to He Runcheng.

He Runcheng has a thorn in his heart, and he is also afraid of Wen Xien, as long as Wen Xien frowns, he can scare him for a long time.

"You're not going to die." The bottom of her eyes is like an ink painting, the shades of color, like a clear lotus depicted in ink, and the roots and stems are divided by thick ink.

The gorgeous voice was dyed with a bit of the clarity of the night, soft and charming, "Daddy will come...... I'm surrounded by his people. ”

Several of Wen Xien's subordinates were arranged by Liang Zhongshan to supervise her every move.

He Runcheng didn't know that this would be the result, he was stunned, "What if the master didn't come?" ”

If the master didn't come, he would have drowned.

"No......" Wen Xien closed his eyes, "I know Daddy." ”

He Runcheng stayed for a long time, and the depression in his heart instantly dissipated.

His temperament was originally not grudgeful, but now that he knew that Wen Xien was not as corrupt as the legend, he was naturally relieved.

Taking advantage of Wen Xien's confusion and ease of speaking, He Runcheng was bold and originally wanted to say a few more words to Wen Xien, but the next second Wen Xien fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Listening to Wen Xien's steady breathing, He Runcheng couldn't cry or laugh a little, he wrung out the wet towel and stepped forward to wipe the sweat on Wen Xien's face.

When he was wiping, He Runcheng's gaze couldn't help but fall on Wen Xien's face, and slowly slid down, only then did he realize that although Wen Xien has always been tall and unclimbable, her skeleton is very petite, and when she gets closer, her slender neck looks more and more slender and white.

The sky was just dawning, the night was about to disappear, and the dawn of dawn slowly woke up the sleeping creatures. The gray-blue dome began overhead and gradually thinned down, turning into a faint blue smoke bordering the horizon.

He Runcheng and the two girls called back to rest, saying that there were only two of them.

Sleeping on the edge of the bed all night, He Runcheng's feet were numb and unconscious, and when he got up, his feet were weak and fell directly on the carpet, causing the two girls next to him to frown.

He Runcheng didn't get up for the first time, but went to see if the person on the bed was woken up, when he saw that Wen Xien was still asleep smoothly, He Runcheng breathed a sigh of relief and got up silently, even though he knew that there was no sound when walking on the carpet, but he still slowed down.

Wen Xien has been lying in bed for the past few days to recuperate, her injuries are quite serious, plus Liang Zhongshan issued an order, Wen Hope is not allowed to go out for these two months, Wen Xien has been lying on the bed in a daze, unable to lift his spirits.

Later, He Runcheng did not contact Wen Xien at such a close distance.

In the past, he was able to serve Wen Xien, but it was only because Wen Xien ordered him, but recently, the young master often locked himself in his room, and only the person who delivered the food went in.

Once He Runcheng was sweeping the dead leaves under the tree, he heard a sound from above, and when he raised his head, he saw the young master he hadn't seen for a long time.

Wen Xien was dressed in a gray turtleneck, and his pale side face was delicate and cold, like a fragile priceless porcelain, which made people only look up at this suffocating beauty and dare not touch it easily.

She looked into the distance, her hands propped up on the edge of the window, half of her body leaning out.

There seemed to be someone talking to her behind her, and when she turned around, He Runcheng could only see a part of her back, but after a while, she came back and turned around, with an extra sugar gourd in her hand.

He Runcheng knew that the young master liked to eat sweets, and it seemed that he had a toothache when he was a child, so he was restrained by the master.

She drooped her long and thick eyelashes and slowly ate the layer of frosting that had congealed on the outside of the sugar gourd.

The golden frosting seemed to glow, pacing on a layer of sweet illusion, and the young master carefully stretched out his tongue and bit the frosting, the light pink tongue loomed, but did not touch the exposed red hawthorn.

She ate very slowly, and very gently, until she had only eaten a whole hawthorn ball, and then licked her lips, as if she had suddenly lost interest, and casually pinched the thin wooden stick.

Good night

(End of chapter)