Liang Zhongshan's words woke Shen Yue up, he looked at Wen Xien in front of him, and wanted to see a little love and warmth in her eyes, but he couldn't see anything, only a thick layer of mist.

What the hell is he doing? Isn't that what he wants? He should be happy to finally get rid of this pestering idiot.

But why...... Why is my heart hurting so much, it seems like I'm about to suffocate?

Wen Xien took advantage of the opportunity to struggle out when he was relaxed, and she subconsciously returned to He Runcheng, who could give her warmth.

He Runcheng hugged Wen Xien distressedly, in fact, he was still somewhat flattered in his heart, he enjoyed the young master's dependence very much, and at the same time he was also very distressed about the young master's state.

He has never resented anyone, even if his life has not been smooth since he was a child, but now that he has it, he resents all the people who make the young master sad.

I hate them and wish they were dead.

Seeing Wen Xien hugging other people, Shen Yue's chest rose and fell violently, as if he was angry.

"If you don't come with me, don't even think about following me in the future!" His eyes were bloodshot, on the verge of rage.

After Shen Yue finished speaking, he didn't look at Wen Xien again, turned around and left.

But no one knew how much he longed in his heart for Winsey to call him out, and then say she was wrong, and go home with him.

But when he walked out of the Liang family, he didn't hear a word from Wen Xien, or even a word.

Since that incident, Wen Xien has been in a daze, often skipping meals, throwing up even if he eats, and doesn't want to see anyone, locking himself in his room every day and sleeping in the dark.

She didn't want to wake up, preferring to indulge in a false dream that allowed her to see Shen Yue smiling at her, in which they loved each other and had no conspiracy to see everything she hoped for come true.

Wen Xi'en's mind was confused, his consciousness was reversed, and he unconsciously seemed to touch a warm body.

His voice was indistinct, but his tone was soft and worried, as if he had melted into inexplicable feelings, gentle and incredible, as if he had completely changed into a person.

Wen Xien hugged him tightly, as if he was the only Qiaomu he was holding in the drowning, kissed him in an orderly manner, and choked up saying that what he said that day was false.

He stiffened, then hugged Wen Xien harder, and whispered in her ear, "It's all fake......

When she woke up again, Wen Xien couldn't tell which was a dream and which was reality, and she was extremely looking forward to it, but the moment she looked up, she was like a lightning strike, and a heavy hammer smashed her dizzy.

The sleeping boy gradually woke up, and after seeing Wen Xien's pale face, his worried eyes suddenly woke up, and he was silent without saying a word.

The lingering atmosphere disappeared in an instant, and Wen Xien quietly pushed him away, his long and fragile eyelashes trembling violently, like the broken lips of a flower opening silently.

"Why you...... Why ......"

The young master in his arms is as fragile as a porcelain doll, his skin is as fragile and white as milk, but he is still so beautiful and perfect.

Anyone who suddenly sees it will subconsciously give birth to an extremely greedy possession and admiration.

No one understands the beauty of this person better than He Runcheng, and there is no need for other additional highlights, only that this face has exceeded the scale that should not exist in the world.

He Runcheng hugged Wen Xien, who was struggling desperately, tightened tightly, and refused to let go of her crying and beating him, and said cruelly in her ear. "It's just me, I'm the only one by your side, the drama is ruthless, young master, it's time to let go......"

Wen Xien grabbed him by the shoulders and broke down and cried bitterly.

It may be that the mood swings are too great, and the nerves are stimulated, and Wen Xien actually fell ill like this.

This disease is menacing, the high fever does not go away, and it is almost what to eat and vomit, and the whole person has lost a lot of weight.

After Wen Xien fainted from hunger again, Liang Zhongshan couldn't hold back any longer, regardless of the obstruction of his subordinates, pushed open the door and walked to the bed, and dragged Wen Xien out of bed.

Because he hadn't eaten anything in the past few days, Wen Xien, who was weak, didn't even have the strength to stand, and as soon as Liang Zhongshan let go, he fell to the ground.

Fortunately, a thick carpet was laid on the ground, and there was no pain from falling.

He Runcheng's face changed, and he wanted to step forward to help the young master up, but Liang Zhongshan said in a cold voice, "I see which of you dares." ”

For a while, no one dared to go up to help.

Wen Xi'en propped his hands on the ground, both arms trembling, and the butterfly bones on his thin back seemed to show flight.

Raven-colored hair obscured her eyebrows, but the high nose and dismal lips showed the decadent despair.

Liang Zhongshan pointed to Wen Xien on the ground and said angrily, "Look at the current appearance, do you still look like a little human?" For the sake of a play, are you as good as that? You are here to die or live, others can be very chic, you see you are a wretch. ”

Wen Xien was kicked out for almost a year, and Liang Zhongshan never came to her in this year, which made Wen Xien think that he really didn't want her as a rebel.

Now that he suddenly heard this familiar scolding, Wen Xien suddenly felt the urge to cry.

She sobbed softly like a fragile child, this cry was a silent cry, but it was this cry that made people feel even more distressed.

How can she not cry, the person she has liked since she was young, but she has played herself around, and the two of her feelings are happy, but it is not a long-planned conspiracy.

The dull pain in my heart comes from time to time, like being immersed in the despair of being abandoned and betrayed by my lover all the time.

"Daddy......" The hoarse voice is incredible, how can there be the softness on weekdays, "I hurt so much......"

"You hurt?"

Liang Zhongshan was so angry by his uncompetitive appearance, his coat was still stained with snow, he came in a hurry from outside, he rubbed his tired eyebrow bones, and said hoarsely, "If you hurt, what is the little young master of the Du family?" I can protect you, but you have to go to Nadu's house to make amends. ”

This conversation lasted for an afternoon, and when Liang Zhongshan came out, he asked the girl to prepare dinner.

This is the first time in this month that Wen Xien has stepped out of the room and also went to the lobby to eat.

Then came Du Jiang's funeral.

Wen Xien was dressed in a black suit, and it was snowing heavily, as if to set off the sad scene.

Snow, as soft as clouds, as white as jade. Crystal clear snowflakes flutter in the sky, the streets are sprinkled with snow, and the houses are empty.

There are very few people who come to attend the funeral of the Du family, and I heard that there is a problem with the Du family's business, and it seems that they still owe a huge amount of money.

(End of chapter)