The villain's deadly support

When Shen Qinglian opened his eyes and saw Wen Chuchu weeping, he was also taken aback.

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, Shen Qinglian suddenly stood up from the side of the couch, "Sorry, I..."

What should I say?What reason can I use to prevaricate?Shen Qingxian couldn't tell, only that there was no distraction or carelessness in this matter, liking is liking, no matter how much you say, it may be hurting others.

"I'm sorry, you should go to bed early." Shen Qing held his forehead and escaped from the bedroom in embarrassment.

Wen Chuchu's heart was in a state of confusion at this time. She had always had a good impression of Shen Qinglian, because since she came into contact with Shen Qinglian, she liked the boss's calm personality and was very reliable. In the chaotic and unlucky days back then , The boss has never lost his temper because he is a burden.

Every time, when he was in deep danger or difficulty, it was Shen Qingxian who took the trouble to drag himself out of the predicament again and again.

For a long time, Wen Chuchu has gotten used to living by Shen Qingxian's side, work has become life, and time has witnessed everything they have experienced, but Wen Chuchu dare not forget Xiao Yiting's warning.

Her home is not here, and she does not belong here. Passers-by should be like passers-by, not like now.

Wen Chuchu touched the tear stains on her face, feeling very depressed. She witnessed the ups and downs of the boss's life scene by scene. If she had experienced such a life, I am afraid that people would not be able to bear the blow long ago and become a loser. The sane lunatic went, but the boss didn't.

She was still silently clinging to that hopeless life. In this depression, perhaps the only thing Shen Qingxian cared about, or the one he really valued, was himself.

But at this moment, when Wen Chuchu thought that he was going to smash Shen Qinglian's hope with his own hands, his heart felt like a piece of him was torn apart.

She didn't even think about whether she wanted to, or whether the two women had a future at all, she was just sad about her powerlessness.

All along, Shen Qinglian has never made any demands on herself, even when she was in deep trouble, or when she was weak and helpless, she never made any demands on herself. The only thing she was obsessed with was longing for her company, but she can't do it.

When she thought that one day, she would be inevitable, and even deny this period of time personally, and abandon Shen Qinglian, Wen Chuchu's tears fell even more fiercely, how could she be so cruel?

Wen Chuchu was very dizzy, she couldn't think clearly about many things, so she could only bury her head between her knees.She was very afraid that she would become the last straw that crushed Shen Qinglian.

The world has almost collapsed to the limit, does this also mean that Shen Qingxian's heart is just a hair away from collapsing?

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Shen Qinglian sat on the steps outside the bedroom, rubbing her hair irritably, feeling at a loss in frustration.

For a long time, almost every time, Wen Chuchu used that kind of moths to the flame to deal with Ling Qingcheng, even though she didn't know that she didn't take Ling Qingcheng seriously now, but, listening to what she just said From what I said, the girl seemed to be ready to die with Ling Qingcheng.

It was precisely because of this that he lost his mind and made such unreasonable, even daring, actions.

What should we do now?

Apologizing won't fix anything.Said he was dizzy?Said that he was covered in sweat medicine?Shen Qinglian couldn't think of any reason to make Wen Chuchu feel less sad.

But in fact, that was the case. She fell in love with Wen Chuchu, who was also a woman, and she never asked her if it was okay, or if she could accept it, or even asked if there was anyone she liked in her world.

It's too reckless, it doesn't fit her personality at all, when has she been so impulsive?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Shen Qing held his forehead and frowned again. Now, Wen Chuchu would definitely feel that he was a bastard who did all kinds of evil.

With his mood plummeting, Shen Qinglian stared at the yard, where a withered peach tree couldn't help sighing.

The cave is a fictional space created by Shen Qingxian. There is no life here, so it is much quieter than the house on Ruoxiu Mountain. There is no wind, and there are no insects and birds contending. The quiet cave is so dead that it makes Shen Qinglian feel even more depressed boring.

Just like the peach tree transplanted from Mount Ruoxiu, it didn't take long before it became a lifeless scene, just like Shen Qinglian's heart.

He didn't know how long he sat like this, but Shen Qingxian never had the face to go back to the house to face Wen Chuchu, thinking in his heart that he would go somewhere else for the night.

But suddenly, there was a loud noise of tables and chairs colliding in the dormitory behind him, which made Shen Qingyan get up suddenly, thinking that he had rushed into the room without thinking.

But in the dark room, Wen Chuchu was nowhere to be seen, only the candlesticks were toppled over, and the teacups neatly stacked on the tray of the round table were knocked to pieces. At this moment, there was a sound of gasping from under the table. .

Shen Qinglian hurriedly went around the table to look, saw Wen Chuchu tripped by the stool and fell beside the table, hurried forward, hugged Wen Chuchu and put her back on the bed.

"Why did you fall?" Shen Qinglian turned his head to stare at the square stool that fell on the ground, the sharp corners of the stool made Shen Qinglian frowned again, "Where did you hit?"

"Now, I really can't take care of myself." Wen Chuchu hugged her knee, her voice softened due to the pain.

"It hurts so much?" Shen Qinglian was pulling Wen Chuchu's ankle, wanting to lift Wen Chuchu's skirt, but what happened before made her stop again, not daring to do anything recklessly.

"I fell down, it seems that I hit something on the top, my knee may be useless." Wen Chuchu rubbed the head of his knee, "It hurts hot, it must be broken."

"Let me take a look for you." Shen Qinglian held the warm skirt with both hands and lifted the skirt stiffly. Under the skirt, there were indeed blood stains oozing from the trousers on the knees, "It's broken."

"Is it great?" Wen Chuchu couldn't see, so she could only tilt her ears and ask in Shen Qinglian's direction.

Of course, Shen Qingxian had no way to answer this question, he could only hold his trousers, and rolled his knees a little bit.

It was torn, scratched a piece of skin, it looked like it was not as serious as imagined, Shen Qing's sweaty hands finally let go of the trouser legs that were rolled up by Wen Chuchu. "Fortunately, only a little bit broken."

As soon as Shen Qinglian said that the injury was not serious, the expression on Wen Chuchu's face also improved a lot, the two of them were so embarrassed that neither of them spoke again, Wen Chuchu still couldn't hold back, and subdued in a low voice: "But I still It hurts so much, could it hurt a bone?"

After seeing the wound, he knew it was not as serious as Wen Chuchu thought, Shen Qinglian stared at the wound for a while, and finally broke the silence, "There is medicine here, I'll get it."

"Boss!" Wen Chuchu hastily called out when she heard the soft voice of Shen Qing standing up.

Shen Qinglian turned around and looked over, she stared at Wen Chuchu, saw that Wen Chuchu was tilting his ears and was hesitating to speak, so she could only answer: "I'm here."

"We haven't had dinner yet, but I just redeemed some rewards from my space. It seems to be some kind of convenience food. Can you find it for me? I just fell and I don't know where I lost it." Wen Chu Chu smiled awkwardly, she originally wanted to make a bowl of steaming noodle soup for Shen Qinglian to ease the atmosphere between the two of them, but she fell down and disrupted all the plans.

"Convenience food?" Shen Qinglian stared at the ground and swept around.

"Well, it's a small bag. Fortunately, it wasn't a cake, otherwise I would have ruined it when I dropped it." Wen Chuchu scratched the back of her head.

"Let's make it for one night today, and tomorrow I will move all these furniture out, and when I get to the town, I will order some furniture that is not easy to be bumped." Shen Qingxian is still brooding about the stool.

While comforting Wen Chuchu, she bent down to look under the table, and saw that there was indeed a bulging little bag lying on the ground.

"Have you found it?" Wen Chuchu listened quietly with her ears sideways.

"En." Shen Qingxian stretched out his hand to pick up the small bag, and when he heard the rattling sound made by the plastic, the expression on Wen Chuchu's face became clear again.

"What is it? Beef noodles?"

Shen Qingxian stared at the colorful font on the package, "It seems to be some kind of powder."

"Hot and sour powder?!"

"Like, snail..."

Snail fans, when they heard the word snail, Wen Chuchu was dumbfounded. Can this stinky thing really heal the boss's depressed mood? Are you sure it's not the system that is sowing discord?

Wen Chuchu suddenly stopped talking, Shen Qingxian also put down the bag in his hand, and sat down in front of Wen Chuchu again, "What's the matter, is there a problem?"

"Huh?" Wen Chuchu turned his head absently, obviously as if he wasn't listening, Shen Qinglian was all too familiar with this kind of expression that pretended to be well-behaved but actually caused trouble.

"If you want to eat noodles, I'll just go and make them for you." Shen Qingxian just got up to leave when his wrist was bumped, and then Wen Chuchu held her wrist.

"Boss, do you like to eat, uh... smelly things?"

"Smelly?" Shen Qing was stunned, "Are you sure you can still eat the stinky thing? Could it be the weird white-skinned thing from last time?"

"Oh, no." Wen Chuchu held Shen Qinglian's wrist with one hand, propped up the bed with the other, stood up from the couch, and unrolled the trousers he rolled up.

Seeing Wen Chuchu lame secretly, Shen Qinglian's expression darkened again.

"Do you have a kitchen here? I'll cook for you."

But unexpectedly, before she could put on her shoes, she was pressed back to the bed by Shen Qing, "Take the medicine first."

"Okay." Wen Chuchu then sat down on the bed obediently.

Looking at the girl, Shen Qingxian felt mixed emotions in his heart. This time, not only Wen Chuchu chose to escape, but even himself subconsciously avoided the consequences of that incident. Wen Chuchu did not respond to her feelings. But it made Shen Qingxian feel a little sad.

However, all the anxiety and sadness disappeared with the package of snail noodles cooked by Wen Chuchu.

"Boss, don't look at this thing smells bad..."

"Can I throw it away?" Shen Qinglian was completely defeated by the smell.

"No, there is something, it really looks and smells different."

"I don't want this pot anymore." Shen Qinglian protested again.

The boss resisted too much, which made Wen Chuchu a little angry after spending a long time. She held a wooden spoon, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and glared in the direction of the boss' voice with a very dissatisfied expression. past.

But this time, no one is willing to compromise first.

It took me a long time to cook this. Is it easy for a blind person to be so busy? Wen Chuchu was still complaining in his heart that Shen Qinglian didn't understand other people's hard work, "Eat it, or lose me, you choose one!"

"I can beat you up and dump this thing, it's both." What difference should this have from the smell of a toilet!She, Shen Qingxian, is a principled person, otherwise, how can she mess around in the arena?

"Forget it! Take me back to the house!" Wen Chuchu finally couldn't hold back Shen Qing and became angry.

Just when Shen Qinglian was approaching to support Wen Chuchu, and was about to send her back to the house, he never thought that Shen Qinglian, the majestic female devil, would be brutally murdered.

Seeing Wen Chuchu strenuously holding Shen Qinglian's head with his arms and lowering it, the "shit-stirring" spoon had already been stretched out in front of Shen Qinglian, "I have been tossing about for more than half an hour, and you won't eat if you say you don't want to eat?"

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