The world is prosperous, come alone for Qinghan

At the end of the night, it was rare for Ying Siyin to sleep peacefully. When he opened his eyes, he was hurt by the bright light coming in from the window. He just stretched out his hand to block it, and saw Shen Qinghan obediently lying in his arms. The eyes are closed tightly with tears in the corners, which is really beautiful.

"Qinghan..." Mo Nanfeng's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak.

Shen Qinghan raised his head in Ying Siyin's arms, and didn't dare to do anything, so he turned around and turned his back to Ying Siyin and said, "You, throw him out of the Hou Mansion."

"Why don't you take a look?"

"I do not want to see."

"..." Ying Siyin was in a good mood, so he didn't argue too much with Shen Qinghan, just bowed his head for a kiss, then got up and called the girl to come in and wait for him to wash his face, put on his clothes, shake his sleeves, and pat the hem of his clothes.

After cleaning himself up, the first thing he did to Mo Nanfeng was to step forward and step on his chest.

"Cough...cough..." Mo Nanfeng coughed twice, he didn't care what Ying Siyin did to him, but he never left the bed with the red veil from the beginning to the end, he said with distress , "Qing... Qinghan, I'm sorry, I... can't protect you."

Shen Qinghan blinked, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart for no reason, as if someone had stabbed him with a knife.

Blood flowed out silently, and no matter how painful it was, he could only grit his teeth and endure it, not daring to make a sound, because he was too weak, and because he really wanted to protect Mo Nanfeng's life, so at this time, he didn't even say a word. Dare not to say more, Shen Qinghan is not ignorant of Ying Siyin's weird temperament.

No matter how coaxed and pampered she is on weekdays, no one can stop her from losing her temper.

How much can you like it?Once the novelty is over, he, Shen Qinghan, is not something that others can kick at will.

"Shen Qinghan, answer him." Ying Siyin smiled, but her voice was so cold that she didn't feel a trace of warmth. She didn't let go of her feet, and didn't use too much force. She just enjoyed the pleasure of trampling her rival under her feet. Ying Siyin liked it very much.

Mo Nanfeng's body had some dark red blood that had dried up.

The red veil could vaguely see a figure, who was lying down, but Shen Qinghan sat up slowly again, with his back facing him, his black hair loose, slim and thin, just looking at the back You can see the degree to which a person's nose bleeds.

Turning his face slightly, with a steady tone, as if imitating Ying Siyin, Shen Qinghan said coldly, "I did it myself, what are you saying sorry for?"

"Shen Qinghan, since you're up, put on your clothes and come out."

A girl brought up a chair and waited for Ying Siyin to sit down.

I'm afraid I can't hide today, Shen Qinghan lowered his head to look at himself in a mess, the deep and light red marks on his body hurt him more than the slaps thrown over him one by one, his eyelashes flickered, like a child in a dream He suddenly woke up, he stretched out his hand out of the veil, and the little girl immediately took the clothes and handed them in quickly.

"Hang up the curtain." Putting on the lining, Shen Qinghan said softly to the little girl who had been guarding outside his curtain.

"Yes, son."

There was nothing to hide, everything just happened in front of Mo Nanfeng, thinking it would be better to deal with it generously, so he might as well take this opportunity to stop the boy from thinking, and then let him go completely.

Shen Qinghan sat on the edge of the bed, just put his feet down, before the toes landed on the ground, he heard Ying Siyin say.

"It's cold on the ground."

"..."

Shen Qinghan has the habit of landing barefoot on the ground. This habit was developed when he was in Kunlun Mountain. At that time, children always liked to sleep in. They were so dazed that they couldn't get up early to practice swords. Kunlun Mountain was very cold, very cold, very cold Shen Qinghan, in order to stimulate himself, in order to get up in a sober state, Shen Qinghan would step on the ground with his feet every time he got up.

When the toes are iced, the brain will wake up.

Speaking of toes...

"Qing Han, your feet are frostbitten."

"Qinghan, scald your feet with hot water every night."

"Qinghan, my family is in Mobei, and the winter is as cold as Kunlun Mountain. When I was a child, I often suffered from chilblain, and it hurt so much when I touched it. Every time I cried, my mother would let me wash my feet with hot water. Then this thing will be ready soon."

"Shen Qinghan, don't freeze your feet. In the morning, I will come to your bed and pinch you. Even if it hurts, you can wake up."

"Shen Qinghan, I bought you a plaster, rub your feet with this medicine and it will heal."

In his memory, Mo Nanfeng would always do many things for himself so sincerely.

Maybe it's fine if it's broken, but Shen Qinghan now really feels that he is not good enough.

With Ying Siyin's roar, Shen Qinghan's legs were really suspended in mid-air, and he couldn't step on them for a long time. The girl at the side found shoes for him, and they placed them neatly at Shen Qinghan's feet. Didn't dare to touch it, Ying Siyin's eccentricities are terrible, now that Shen Qinghan is being favored, if anyone touches it, he might step on one of Ying Siyin's thunders and lose his head.

"Put your shoes on and sit there."

Shen Qinghan moved his feet, opened and closed his mouth several times, but he couldn't utter a single word, what could he say?Let him go, let him go home, then Ying Siyin will definitely ask him again, why?reluctant?Distressed?Can't walk just looking at your old lover?

After hesitating, he could only fall silent in the end.

"Qinghan, do you have anything to say to your friend?"

"..."

"Shen Qinghan?"

"No." Shen Qinghan turned his face away.

"What about you? You...have nothing to say to him?" Ying Siyin lowered his head and asked Mo Nanfeng again.

But that kid seemed to be unable to see him at all, his eyes never moved away from the curtain of the bed when Shen Qinghan said the first sentence, Ying Siyin smiled, and simply raised his hand to untie the rope, " If you have something to say, say it earlier, otherwise this time is over, and it will be a farewell forever."

"Qinghan..." Mo Nanfeng stretched out his hand, wanting to stand up, but his legs were bound and numb long ago, and being slapped by Ying Siyin is not an injury that can be healed easily. My whole body was in piercing pain, let alone moving.

He was injured so badly, but Shen Qinghan didn't dare to raise his head.

The degree of danger of playing affectionate and righteous in front of Ying Siyin is equivalent to risking one's life.

Although Shen Qinghan hasn't been with this man for a long time, but he can probably feel Ying Siyin's temper, so in the eyes of outsiders during this period, it seems that Shen Qinghan is about to act like a monster. God, but Ying Si's voice is the reason why Xiaohe accepted everything.

Some things, the more you know, the scarier they are.

So even if he didn't look up, Shen Qinghan knew that Ying Siyin must be staring at him with a smile.

Mo Nanfeng slowly approached him, took him over, and there were some deep and shallow bloodstains on the floor. Shen Qinghan listened to the sound, and then saw a bloody hand stretched out, about to touch it. When he was touching his shoes, he stopped suddenly, and then Mo Nanfeng smiled, "Qinghan, you have always hated others getting your clothes and shoes dirty, I really want to hug you now, but... I am a little dirty. "

"Shen Qinghan, answer him..." Seeing that Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth and remained silent, Ying Siyin's eyes became more meaningful. His voice was deep and hoarse, as if he was usually in a bad mood.

"You go." Shen Qinghan was forced to respond.

"Cold..."

"If you don't want to die, go away."

"I'm not afraid of death."

"But I want to live." I didn't even have the courage to look at each other. Unlike Mo Nanfeng's insistence, Shen Qinghan kept hiding, not daring to raise his head or eyelids. Even hearing that man's voice, he felt flustered It's amazing.

"Is this the end?" Seeing that the two of them were silent, Ying Siyin said leisurely, "Shen Qinghan, have you settled the bad debts of the previous relationship? If you have settled it, I will let Ze Xiao come in to see off the guests."

"I have nothing to say to him."

"Cold..."

"If you don't want to kill me, stop talking. Are you blind? Can't you see the relationship between me and Ying Siyin? I slept with him, slept with him, do you know what it means to sleep? ?”

"...Sleep...sleep, then you are also my Qinghan."

"I'm Shen Qinghan from Ying Siyin. I have nothing to do with you, Mo Nanfeng. Get out." Pointing to the door, Shen Qinghan's voice began to tremble, "He's already angry, I'm following him now, Don't come here to ruin our relationship."

"No... no reason?"

"He's stronger than you."

"Hahahaha..." Very satisfied with Shen Qinghan's answer, Ying Siyin laughed happily.

Taking the small teacup on the table and throwing it out, it broke a branch of a big tree outside. Gu Zexiao screamed and fell to the ground with a bunch of branches and leaves.

Ying Siyin raised his eyes, "Get out."

"Master Hou, you, can't you just call me?" Gu Ze stood up from the ground rubbing his buttocks with a smile and cursing, "You have to pretend to be cool and handsome and throw a cup to amuse me. If you fall and become disabled, who will take care of you for the rest of your life?"

"My Jibeihou's Mansion can't afford to support you, an idiot?"

"I……"

"Go arrange ten people and send this young master back to Mobei Lin'an." Ying Siyin stepped forward, bent over and picked up Shen Qinghan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, lifted him lightly, and led him away from Mo Nanfeng. He was indeed a little angry last night, so he wasn't gentle enough with Shen Qinghan, and he might have hurt something, so he had to see a doctor.

"Just send it over and leave nothing behind?"

"Talk?" Ying Siyin looked down at Shen Qinghan, who was tightly clutching his chest, and said casually, "Then let Mo Qingchen take care of his son, and if you come next time, this Marquis will not be merciful." .”

After leaving this oppressive room, Shen Qinghan finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that if he couldn't see, the guilt in his heart would not be so deep. He exhaled cautiously, then tilted his head, and simply leaned against the On Ying Siyin's shoulder.

"You have good eyesight, why, are you really afraid of me?"

"Above the rivers and lakes, who is not afraid of Lord Hou?"

"You are afraid that I will kill your friend, so you are like this."

"..."

"It doesn't matter, since you can know fear, it means you can still be saved."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Look at the doctor."