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Su Qi smiled at Sister Wang.

"Madam, what are you talking about? This is something that I should do. It seems that your way of speaking is quite different from mine." The atmosphere immediately became warm, and Sister Wang gently smiled along.

Mu Xiaochen took off his shoes. His hair was not completely dried up, and the ends of his hair were still somewhat moist.

Su Qi subconsciously took a glance, and did not notice the change in Mu Xiaochen's expression.

"Sister Wang, I'll head upstairs first."

After Su Qi finished speaking, she started to walk up the stairs.

She really didn't want to face this man. Just a few words were enough to make her emotions surge.

"Halt!"

The man's cold voice pierced through the living room, Su Qi habitually stopped her steps.

Mu Xiaochen walked forward, "You go out first and get off work."

Sister Wang glanced at the two, afraid that they would argue again, and in the end, without saying a word, she left the hall.

The air suddenly became quiet.

"You want to avoid me?"

The man's voice was full of magnetism, with a hint of urgency.

Su Qi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Mu Xiaochen's voice as he turned his back to Mu Xiaochen and said, "I want to calm down for a bit."

A foot had already stepped out, and then, Su Qi's wrist was tightly held by a bunch of large hands.

Su Qi's face froze.

"Do you wish you could stay away from me?"

His breathing became hurried and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Her heart suddenly hurt. Did she think so? It was obviously because of this man.

He clearly didn't love her, yet he still made her soften her heart time and time again.

"Right."

His tone was flat, without a single ripple.

Mu Xiaochen's eyes darkened and anger instantly corroded them. He forcefully turned the woman around and forced Su Qi to look at him.

Her gloomy eyes made Su Qi's heart bare to the beat.

How did this man become so haggard after not having looked at him for a few days? His eyes were bloodshot.

"You snuck back home yourself, I didn't care about you, what else do you want? Continue the cold war? "

Without the usual coldness, Mu Xiaochen urgently looked at the woman in front of him.

These days, this woman had been avoiding him. She purposefully came home late and purposely avoided him. Did she really think that he wouldn't be able to feel her presence?

This woman doesn't love him anymore?

The corner of his mouth turned bitter. That's right, the person this woman originally loved wasn't him. He was just a substitute.

"What about you?"

Su Qi's beautiful eyes turned cold as she sneered.

His heart was already in turmoil.

The ice-cold feeling came from Su Qi's lips and she moved around in a very familiar manner.

Su Qi did not manage to react as this man had already forcefully grabbed her from behind with one hand, and tyrannically ravaged her lips with a sense of punishment.

Not a shred of temperature.

When Su Qi finally reacted, she subconsciously wanted to push her away.

That instant earlier had nearly caused her to fall into depravity …

Su Qi's resistance made Mu Xiaochen even more violent, he directly carried Su Qi into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.

The effect of the medicine in his body, combined with the resistance of the woman, made it even more difficult for him to control her.

With the pressure on Su Qi's body, when Mu Xiaochen looked at her, he could hear the sound of his own breathing from just a hair's breadth away.

Mu Xiaochen's face reddened, and his breathing became heavier.

In the next second, she once again kissed Su Qi's lips without any warmth, and from top to bottom, she tore at Su Qi's clothes, with such strength that Su Qi was unable to resist.

"Let me go."

Tears of grievance ran down his face.

Su Qi remembered the last time she was kidnapped. That kind of emptiness and despair …

Not only did the man not stop, he became even more violent and violent.

Su Qi's clothes were already torn to shreds by the man, and her hands were wandering around her body. Even the temperature of her fingers was so cold.

He really didn't love her.

Closing his eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The flame that he had been enduring all this time seemed to have been ignited all of a sudden, and the medicinal properties once again surged to his head.

Unable to control herself, she madly tore at Su Qi's clothes and kissed every inch of her skin.

"You don't love me at all."

Su Qi closed her eyes and cried weakly.

With that sentence, Mu Xiaochen instantly sobered up and stopped his next move.

After staying still for a few seconds, Mu Xiaochen slowly got off the bed. Looking at the woman who was trembling all over, he actually had the urge to slap himself.

He hurt this woman.

After a moment of silence, Mu Xiaochen took another piece of Su Qi's clothes, wanting to help her put them on.

"Don't touch me."

Su Qi leaned on the side with a face full of sorrow.

Mu Xiaochen's movements paused for a moment, then placed the clothes beside Su Qi, "Wear it yourself, I'm going out."

After looking at Su Qi gloomily for a moment, she stood up and left the bedroom.

Leaning against the wall, he smashed his fist against the wall.

Just now, he almost couldn't hold it in and almost did something that he regretted.

He was crazy, really crazy.

In a normal ward.

Xiang Zetian laid on the sickbed, his face showing an aged look, his hair already completely white.

In front of the sickbed, Xiang Yu stood there with no expression on his face.

Looking at his' father 'who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, he just laid there quietly, as though he didn't have the slightest bit of life.

He was the one who sent him here.

Although he came out of the intensive care unit, he didn't feel happy at all. He didn't feel happy as he had imagined, but instead felt a trace of pain.

Xiang Yu stood there with a gloomy look in his eyes.

On the bed, Xiang Zetian's chest was being fiercely bullied, causing his breathing to become extremely heavy.

"Sit down."

The man on the bed moved his eyes and opened them.

When Xiang Yu heard this voice, he didn't know when Xiang Zetian, who was on the bed, had already woken up.

He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Xiang Yu just stood there and looked at Xiang Zetian.

"You look very tired to me."

With a powerless voice and a face devoid of blood, it was as if Xiang Zetian had aged ten years in an instant.

Xiang Yu moved and sat down.

"No need to blame yourself. I'm just a naughty guy, nothing serious." With lifeless eyes, Xiang Zetian looked at Xiang Yu, as he faintly spat out a sentence.

The gaze he looked at Xiang Yu with no trace of the luster of the past.

Instantly, it lost its sharpness.

His Adam's apple moved, "I don't blame myself."

His tone was flat, but the remorse in his eyes had already betrayed him.

How could he forgive the person in the bed who had caused his mother to die of depression? Why would he feel remorse?

Xiang Zetian forced out two laughs, and nodded: "En, it's good as long as you don't blame yourself."

Taking a deep breath, Xiang Zetian closed his eyes.

Xiang Yu's eyes darkened.

"I'm going to sleep for a while."

Hearing the voice, Xiang Yu who was about to get up, sat back down.