Shen Yanli fled in a panic when Song Wensheng was infinitely close to him 0.01 meters, using the lowest excuse, urgency, and never came back after leaving, and he didn't care if the host was feasting.

Fu Yanci and Zhao Zhixi drank a lot, and the assistant helped them into the car, Song Wensheng also followed them, and Mr. Shao stared at the little fox cub who was honestly sitting in the seat, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Shen Yanli, who was gone, didn't know when he was gone, but he only knew that he was at the door of He Miao's bedroom, knocking on the door and shouting so much that his throat was dry.

"What are you awkward again, since you came to Beijing, you haven't had a good face!" Shen Yanli's tone was also not good, and his strength to slap the door became stronger and stronger.

He has never had a good temper, and he is patient enough with He Miao.

There was still no sound inside, as if there was no one.

It was clear that the people inside didn't want to deal with him.

Shen Yanli has never been the same before and after, when he is in a good mood, others can do whatever he wants, he is no problem with being spoiled, and when he is in a bad mood, if he doesn't beat someone, it will be considered to give face.

"Open the door!" Shen Yanli raised his voice, and his tone became stern.

There was still no response inside, making it clear that he deliberately ignored him.

Shen Yanli's temper came up, and he slapped the door hard, and his palms were red: "Open the door!" If you don't open the door again, you're welcome! ”

He let out a low roar, and there was silence for a moment before a slightly angry voice came: "I'm asleep." ”

"Sleep a fart!" Shen Yanli directly burst into foul language, and there was no gentleman and politeness in front of him, "Give you ten seconds, and open the fucking door for me immediately!" ”

There was no sound inside, and it seemed that he was determined to oppose him.

Shen Yanli laughed angrily, took two steps back, flew up his long legs, and kicked in the middle of the door.

Listening to the 'bang', the door panel fell off completely, slapped on the floor of the bedroom, and raised droplets of wood, irritating people's noses unpleasantly.

Shen Yanli didn't care so much, and strode in directly, and saw He Miao sitting on the round stool next to the Eight Immortals table, with a white face that was clean, cold and cold, without any emotions and expressions.

"Didn't you say you slept!" The anger in Shen Yanli's chest couldn't be suppressed, and he roared angrily at He Miao.

He Miao seemed to have been used to it for a long time, without any superfluous expression, only lowering his eyes slightly, not even looking at Shen Yanli.

"I'm asking you, dumb!" Shen Yanli slowed down and walked forward, stood still in front of He Miao, and held his shoulder with one hand, "Answer me." ”

The tone softened a little, but it was clearly the calm before the storm.

"What do you want me to answer?" He Miao raised his face and looked at Shen Yanli expressionlessly.

I don't know how many times, Shen Yanli likes more people than ten fingers can be counted, today is Song Wensheng, tomorrow it is someone else, he has long been tired of this kind of life.

Shen Yanli looked at him like he was about to die, and breathed a sigh of relief helplessly: "It's so decent, what's the trouble?" ”

He liked Song Wensheng before, but it was already a thing of the past, who didn't have the past, he didn't have the past, so he had to hold on to it, not to mention, he didn't do anything excessive today.

"Nope." He Miao only responded lightly, got up and was about to walk in the direction of the bed.

He was tired, and he really didn't want to argue with Shen Yanli anymore.

"It's not awkward, who are you showing this stinky face!" Shen Yanli's anger couldn't be suppressed, and he grabbed He Miao's arm directly.

He had a lot of strength, and He Miao was weak like a kite with a broken string, swaying, and let Shen Yanli drag him in front of him.

"You have to make it clear today!" Shen Yanli really couldn't look at him like this, like an angry resentful woman.

"I'll go back tomorrow, there's still work to be done." He Miao's tone was light, and his emotions were always like he couldn't stir up any waves.

"Back to your mother's shit!" Shen Yanli was furious, grabbed He Miao's arm, and walked straight towards the bed not far away.

He Miao didn't even struggle, it seemed that he had long been accustomed to Shen Yanli's irritability and rage, and he was dragged by his arm and allowed to be pressed on the bed.

"What do you want me to do, huh?" Shen Yanli has advantages in height and weight, and he Miao is firmly imprisoned on the bed, his face is gloomy, "For you, I ran all the way to Beijing, and it was so cold, what do you want me to do!" ”

"No, Xiaoyu is a good girl, don't take advantage of her." He Miao's voice is light, but his voice is extremely soft, which is innate softness, which makes people's hearts warm when they hear it.

"Are you fighting for her?" Shen Yanli's voice is dangerous, and it may explode at any time.

He Miao narrowed his eyes, and instinctively avoided Shen Yanli's cruel eyes: "The Shao family is a wealthy compound, how could you agree to pass on your own bloodline to the Shen family, don't be embarrassed for Xiaoyu, after all, she is your niece." ”

"No matter how rich he is, the Shen family is a royal family, so he has to obey obediently!" Shen Yanli gritted his teeth in every word.

On the surface, he was talking about the Shao family, but in fact, he was talking to He Miao, his rights were enough for him to plug his wings, and he would leave his heart while he died early, and obediently accompany him.

"Feast, don't do this." He Miao really couldn't breathe, and pushed Shen Yanli's shoulder with his palm.

"How?" Shen Yanli smiled evilly, like an old fox who had become a spirit, "Don't you say that you like me the most?" It's been a long time since we've been together, so why don't we just ...... tonight."

"Yanli, don't be like this, my injuries haven't healed yet......"

Before He Miao's words were finished, his voice was drowned in Shen Yanli's crazy kiss, and he was like a raging storm, washing every corner of He Miao's heart.

Originally, he still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that he would get better, but now, he is completely desperate.

Shen Yanli's temper came crazy, and he went quickly, and he returned to normal in an hour.

"Why didn't you say it sooner if the injury wasn't healed." Shen Yanli stood beside the bed, stared at He Miao on the bed, and threw a wet towel beside him.

He Miao lowered his eyes, and there was a painful look in his eyes, but he suppressed it, and only slowly wiped the oozing blood and cleaned up the wound.

"The matter between me and Song Wensheng has already turned the page, you don't need to think about it." Shen Yanli leaned against the table of the Eight Immortals, and there was no explanation of three hundred taels of silver here.

"Hmm." He Miao only responded lightly, threw the towel on the side of the bed, and skillfully opened the drawer of the bedside table, which contained anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine.

With Shen Yanli, medicine, he is always by his side......