I'm sick

Fu Qingfeng stood there quietly, the palm hanging on one side was still slightly numb.

The person who was slapped fell down and sat in front of him, covering his face with disbelief in his eyes.

Being held in the palm of someone's hand, pampered and protected for so many years, giving him whatever he wants, can be said to be a collection of thousands of pets...

Now for an outsider...

an outsider! ! !

Fu Qingshuang's brows and eyes were full of hostility, she glared at the culprit beside her, wishing she could cut him into pieces, but it was hard to get rid of her hatred!

Fu Qingfeng frowned and looked at his hands, then at Fu Qingshuang's half-red cheeks, did he hit him too hard?Originally, he didn't want to do anything, but because Fu Qingshuang scolded her too harshly.

He looked at the pale young man beside him, and felt an unspeakable distress in his heart.

He waved to the boy with a gentle voice, "Come."

The young man looked at Fu Qingshuang timidly, and shook his head.

Fu Qingfeng followed his gaze and looked at Fu Qingshuang, seeing her resentful expression.

Sighing, he stepped forward to help Fu Qingshuang, and looked directly into those eyes that were darkened by negative emotions, "Shuang'er, do you know why I hit you?"

Fu Qingshuang pursed her lips, looked at his indifferent face, and suddenly burst into tears, not the kind of howling, but the kind of crying that bit her lips tightly and shed tears, and occasionally she couldn't hold back her tears He also quickly held back, his watery eyes were full of grievances, making people feel unspeakably distressed.

Fu Qingfeng wiped away her tears, and gently rubbed her red and swollen cheeks twice with his fingers, "Don't cry, as a lady of the family, but you speak so badly, you should reflect on it."

"But...but...he...why..." Fu Qingshuang pointed at the boy dodging aside, crying out of breath, "why..."

Fu Qingfeng straightened up and looked at the timid young man with a complicated expression.

After a long time, he shook his sleeves and turned his back, "It's not up to you to talk about my affairs, come here, send the young lady back, and confine her for a month."

"Brother! You can't do this! He's just an outsider! I'm your own sister! Why do you favor him!" Fu Qingshuang screamed, but was dragged away by the silent maids one by one.

Fu Qingfeng turned his back to her, with an extremely complicated expression.He tilted his head to look at the young man who was shrunk behind the pillar, met his shivering eyes, and felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

The five fingers on the sleeves were pinched tightly, and it took a lot of willpower for him to resist the urge to hug the young man into his arms to comfort him. He said to the maid beside him, "Take him to the South Wing to serve you."

"Yes." The maid took the order, stepped forward to coax the boy who kept retreating, and planned to take him away.

Fu Qingfeng closed his eyes, listened to the maidservant's voice in his ears, a deep scratch appeared between his frowning brows, he couldn't hold it back, he forced himself to stride out, the wind was blowing under his feet, startling the people in the room .

The guards and maids who were left behind looked at each other, and today's Patriarch felt very strange.

First brought back a child, and then beat the young lady for the sake of the child, and even confined Miss Guan, which was completely unimaginable before.

After all, this is his younger sister whom he has spoiled for 16 years.

They couldn't help taking a peek at this silent young man, what kind of sorcery was it that made the cold-hearted Patriarch do such a drastic change of temperament?

It took Fu Qingyang a lot of effort to calm himself down and accept the facts.

Obviously the last glance revived his soul, but in the next moment he returned to his youth.

Seeing Fu Qingfeng again, he was extremely shocked.

Because in his memory, Fu Qingfeng had died a long time ago, ruined and reviled by thousands of people. He died a miserable death, and everyone applauded when he died.

Fu Qingfeng died at his hands.

He knew that Fu Qingfeng was sick, an incurable disease, so he was obsessed with him, crazy about him, and gave everything for him, and finally he was doomed.

In his previous life, he was picked up by Fu Qingfeng and brought back to Wanjian Villa, where he was painstakingly cultivated and received all the honor and favor.

But in the end, he left Fu Qingfeng with nothing, and even made him infamous forever, just because Fu Qingfeng liked him.

Just because he feels sick.

He has never been a good person, he can even be called a villain, a villain who thinks about revenge.

He is nothing, but Fu Qingfeng loves him to the point of death, to the point of madness, to the point of betrayal.

It's really sad to think about it, the majestic owner of Wanjian Villa died in the hands of a villain like him.

It's not worth it for him.

Fu Qingfeng didn't dare to spread his palms hidden in his sleeves until he was far away from the lobby.

The hand that was held too tightly was a little stiff, Fu Qingfeng spent a lot of effort to open his fingertips that were deep in the flesh, and the flesh was bloody for a while, and spots of bright red were sprinkled on the white robe, like proud red plums.

Fu Qingfeng looked at his palm, and didn't rush to treat it, but just recalled the throbbing he felt when he saw a boy, and couldn't say what kind of feeling it was. He just felt that he couldn't extricate himself from it, so much so that he came back to his senses. By that time, he had already brought the boy back to the villa.

It's not like him at all.

Or it's not him at all. Thousands of years of seeking Taoism, how could he be shaken by a young man, and even almost lost his principles.

If you don't know the reason, then go away.

Fu Qingfeng looked at the dots of green light rising from his palm and the gradually healing wound.

The boy is just a mortal, and he will die in a few decades, and the strange throbbing that comes with it will disappear by then.