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When Xiao Ning returned home, Shen Yunjie was still awake, he was sitting at the table, the dim candlelight reflected on his face, during this time he seemed to be a little more relaxed, and the clothes that were supposed to fit seemed a little loose.

"Wait for me?" Xiao Ning pushed the door open and came in, and sat down beside the bed.

Shen Yunjie walked in front of him, squatted down, dipped his fingertips in the footwashing water that he had prepared for Xiao Ning before: "It's cold, I'll burn some more."

Xiao Ning grabbed Shen Yunjie's hand and pulled it into his arms: "No need."

Shen Yunjie crashed into Xiao Ning's arms, the smell of wine mixed with the strong smell of powder rushed into his nose, causing his stomach to regurgitate suddenly, and he almost vomited out.

"The young master came back so late, where did he go?" Shen Yunjie pressed his chest and reluctantly asked while holding back his nausea.

Xiao Ning let him loose, took off his coat and threw it aside, saying: "You shouldn't ask."

Shen Yunjie really didn't ask any more questions, just broke away from Xiao Ning's arms, and stood by the door without saying a word.

"What are you doing standing so far away?" Xiao Ning said angrily, "Come here."

Shen Yunjie lowered his eyes, his eyes were sour, and he couldn't help asking: "Young Master, did you really go to Nanjiu Lane?"

Xiao Ning was taken aback for a moment, and his expression suddenly became gloomy: "You know quite a lot."

Shen Yunjie gave a wry smile, turned around to leave, but before he could take a step out of the room, he was grabbed by Xiao Ning and fell back on the bed.The wooden bed made a muffled sound, and Shen Yunjie's mind went blank for a moment, but when he recovered, his whole body trembled with pain.

"Shen Yunjie, who are you getting angry with?" Xiao Ning was burning with anger, pinching Shen Yunjie's wrist tightly, wishing to crush that thin wrist bone, "What does it matter to you where I am going? You think too much of yourself gone."

Shen Yunjie was panting with difficulty, his lower abdomen seemed to be stirred and torn by a sharp object, the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Xiao Ning couldn't tell whether he was ashamed or angry: "I went to Nanjiu Lane, the vulgar fans there are much more interesting than you. When will it be your turn to question me? I will keep you for a few days, and you will Are we really married?"

Shen Yunjie curled up into a ball with a pale face, and his eyes turned black.

"Shen Yunjie, you have my Xie family's blood on your hands, I will never forget it in my life." Xiao Ning repeated in his heart, not so much telling Shen Yunjie, but rather reminding himself of something.He suddenly felt that he was too ridiculous, the person under him was already at odds with him, but every time he seemed to be obsessed with ghosts, he couldn't help himself no matter what.

Shen Yunjie's eyes turned black, and heat seeped from under his body. He stretched out his hand and weakly grabbed Xiao Ning's sleeve, and called out in a hoarse voice: "Master..."

Xiao Ning shook off his hand, without even looking at him, picked up his coat and draped it over his body, opened the door and left.Shen Yunjie watched helplessly as the door was slammed shut, and the only candle lamp on the table was extinguished, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

The door of the medical hall was kicked open, and Lao Zhou almost rolled off the bed. He rubbed his face in a trance before he could see who was coming.

"Why do you have to make trouble with these two door panels of my house." Lao Zhou rubbed his messy hair, put on his clothes and got out of bed.

Xiao Ning grabbed a bench and sat down, smashing two jars of wine on the table.

"Take it easy, it's the middle of the night, if we don't sleep, people still have to sleep." Old Zhou searched for a long time, found two clean bowls, opened the wine seal and filled them.

Xiao Ning picked up the wine bowl, didn't make a sound, just poured the wine down like water.

"What? Did you quarrel with your wife?" Lao Zhou touched Xiao Ning's wine bowl and took a sip.

"He's not." Xiao Ning sneered, "He didn't want to marry me in the first place."

The old peripheral poured wine and shook his head: "I don't want to marry you, so can I let you do that? What are you trying to figure out? How many of your biscuits?"

"You don't understand." Xiao Ning raised his head and downed the wine.

"Okay, I don't understand, you can just toss it hard." Lao Zhou touched his chin and said with emotion: "The life of the left and right is only a few dozen years, no matter the regret or the pain, it will pass in a blink of an eye."

The wine entered his throat, rolled up a piece of spicy, Xiao Ning bowl after bowl, drank half of the wine and suddenly got up to leave.Old Zhou stopped him: "Why don't you drink?"

Xiao Ning panicked for no reason: "Don't drink anymore."

Lao Zhou didn't stop him, he pointed at the door and said, "Just figure it out, let's go."

Xiao Ning turned his head and left, the more he walked, the more flustered he became, and he almost ran back when he approached the door of the house.When he opened the door and entered, the room was very quiet, only his rapid breathing could be heard in the night.

"Shen Yunjie." Xiao Ning sat by the bed and pushed the person lying on the bed.

The person on the bed remained motionless and did not respond in the slightest.

"Shen Yunjie?" Xiao Ning shook Shen Yunjie's arm, the air seemed to be mixed with the sweetness of blood.He hurriedly found the fire folder, and the bright light flashed, illuminating Shen Yunjie's pale face, and the dazzling red in the hem of his clothes.

In the night, Xiao Ning hugged Shen Yunjie and kicked open Lao Zhou's dilapidated door again.

Lao Zhou was in a complete mess, and Xiao Ning splashed half a pot of herbal tea on his head before waking up with his head covered. He wanted to get angry, but he saw Xiao Ning's red eyes on his face, looking like the sky was falling.

"What, what's the matter?" Lao Zhou was in a trance, not sure if he was in a dream.

"Come and see him." Xiao Ning held back his trembling voice, and carefully placed the person in his arms on the couch.

Lao Zhou frowned, pulled Shen Yunjie's wrist to feel his pulse, and after a long time he turned his head and hesitated and said, "The child in his stomach may not be safe."

Xiao Ning's mind went blank, his body swayed a few times, and was grabbed by Old Zhou.