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Mu Qingjue has been working hard to hide herself in the darkness, as if she doesn't want Mu Qingge to see anything.

Gu Xiuye ​​took a step forward and turned on the light above his head.

As soon as the light was turned on, Mu Qingge couldn't help but gasped, raised his hand to hold his cheek, and frowned in distress.

"What's the matter with your face?"

"Fighted with someone?!"

Mu Qingjue lowered her head unaccustomedly, pursed her lips, brushed off Mu Qingge's hand indifferently, and explained, "I'm fine."

Gu Xiuye ​​stretched out his hand to lift Mu Qingjue's chin, and there was also a purple strangle mark on his neck.

"What's going on here?!"

Mu Qingge, who was originally calm, widened his eyes in fright.

The strangle marks on the neck were the result of a deadly hand. Seeing this, she couldn't comfort herself that this was just a fight between children!

Mu Qingjue raised his hand to touch his neck, but he didn't realize that there was something on his neck.

"It's really okay!"

He didn't want Mu Qingge to know why he was fighting with others.

"Qingjue, tell my sister honestly, is someone bullying you at school? Tell me what's going on, and I can go to school to talk to his parents!"

"It's okay for children to fight and fight, but the strangle mark on your neck is obviously caused by a dead hand!"

Mu Qingge's face also became serious.

If it's just a little scar on the body and face, she might let it go because it's a boy of this age who is playing around.

But no matter how much Mu Qingge pressed him, Mu Qingjue just didn't want to say why he was fighting.

He even comforted Mu Qingge and said, "Sister, don't worry, I really didn't suffer! I even called back!"

"Called back?!"

Mu Qingge exclaimed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In her eyes, Mu Qingjue had always been a good student, and she never thought that he would fight with others.

"Okay! I'm going back to my room first!"

Mu Qingjue didn't want to be forced to question by Mu Qingge, so she could only quickly go back to her room.

Originally, Mu Qingge wanted to ask, but when Gu Xiuye ​​grabbed his wrist, he shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Since he doesn't want to talk about it now, it's useless for you to ask, why don't you go directly tomorrow Ask the school."

Hearing Gu Xiuye's words, Mu Qingge stopped trying to keep up with Mu Qingjue.

"we can only do this……"

Mu Qingge looked at the stairs where Mu Qingjue disappeared, and a small pimple formed between his brows.

She really wanted to know what was going on.

Gu Xiuye ​​brought Mu Qingge back to the living room, and asked, "So are you sure you chose the second one?"

Now Mu Qingge hesitated.

She recalled the timeline. When she first returned to Yancheng, Mu Qingjue didn't have any problems in the school boarding, and her mood didn't change when she came back every day.

Mu Qingjue seemed to have become a little gloomy after the scandal between her and Lin Zhizhou came out.

Could it be because of the public opinion on the Internet that he was bullied at school?

Seeing Mu Qingge's silence, Gu Xiuye ​​raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"Wait until I go to school tomorrow to see what's going on, and then I can decide?"

Mu Qingge thought that if the people in the school isolated Mu Qingjue because of the scandal, then she had to bring Mu Qingjue to come forward and clarify all kinds of public opinion that happened to her now.

Hearing Mu Qingge's words, although Gu Xiuye ​​was a little anxious to get her out of this quagmire, but he also knew that it was useless to urge her, so he could only nod in response.

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

Gu Xiuye ​​was afraid that Mu Qingge would be bullied at school, so he spoke worriedly.

Mu Qingge shook his head and explained: "No need, I'm just going to find out the situation. It seems a bit exaggerated for me to go there with you."

Seeing that she disagreed, Gu Xiuye ​​didn't continue to persuade, but said a few words of comfort, and then left the villa with those people from the public relations department.

Late at night.

Mu Qingge lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the redness and swelling on Mu Qingjue's face and the bruise on her neck.

Even the exposed places can be hurt so badly, if Mu Qingjue hides under the clothes, will there be more serious injuries?
Thinking of these, Mu Qingge couldn't fall asleep at all.

Mu Qingge thought that since he couldn't fall asleep, he simply got up and put on a coat, and tiptoedly opened the door.

The entire villa was very quiet, and everyone had fallen into a deep sleep.

She walked quickly to the door of Mu Qingjue's room, lying on the door and listening to the sound for a long time, until she was sure that there was no sound inside, then she put her hand on the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

Sure enough, Mu Qingjue had fallen into a deep sleep.

In order not to make any noise to wake Mu Qingjue, Mu Qingge took off her slippers at the door and walked into Mu Qingjue's room barefoot.

She slowly walked to Mu Qingjue's side, and carefully turned on the bedside lamp.

Mu Qingjue was so careful that she wore long sleeves even when sleeping, and covered her neck tightly with a quilt, without revealing any skin.

Seeing this, Mu Qingge became more and more sure that Mu Qingjue's body would definitely have serious injuries.

Mu Qingge slowly lifted Mu Qingjue's quilt, took his hands out of the quilt, and carefully rolled up his sleeves.

Seeing the shocking bruises on his arm, Mu Qingge's brows slowly furrowed, and he clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making any sound.

But she couldn't help the sourness in her eyes, and she shed tears "suspiciously".

Mu Qingjue's skin was fair and tender, and even a light pinch would leave a red mark. Against the background of her fair complexion, the marks on Mu Qingjue's arms were very shocking.

Mu Qingge took out the medicine for bruises from the side, and gently poured it on Mu Qingjue's arm, kneading it gently, as if wanting to rub the medicine into the skin.

No matter how Mu Qingge treated Mu Qingjue's hand, Mu Qingjue remained motionless, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

After the medicine was given to Mu Qingjue, Mu Qingge stroked his forehead lightly, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

No matter what it was for, there was no need for such a heavy hand for a boy who was only in his teens.

It seems that tomorrow I have to go to school to ask the teacher to find out.

Mu Qingge glanced at his sleeping face, sighed slightly, then turned off the bedside lamp, and quietly left Mu Qingjue's room with the medicine for bruises.

In the darkness, Mu Qingjue slowly opened his eyes.