"I don't believe you anymore, Butler He."

Fang Xuchen was so tired, both in his body and brain, and was exhausted.

He really wanted to be unable to get up.

Sleep forever.

He ruled the housekeeper away, and then...lead from this world. If he leaves, it will not be so painful.

"How can the young master believe me?"

Afraid of scaring Fang Xuchen, He Mingqiu's voice was very low, just enough to be within a certain level that Fang Xuchen could hear clearly.

Fang Xuchen was in a daze. He obviously hated the housekeeper. When he heard this, his heart was full of holes and could not help but jump, and the unpredictable throbbing slowly spread.

How do you trust the butler?

What exactly is going on?

Fang Xuchen didn't know either.

He didn't want to know either.

He could feel that extremely strong feeling of sleepiness was fed from deep in his brain.

I thought sadly again that he was just a waste controlled by drugs.

Even normal sleep can't control yourself.

What is the meaning of such a life?

He Mingqiu stood without waiting for Fang Xuchen's reply, without moving.

[Host, Fang Xuchen fell asleep.]

The system gave a suggestion, [He cannot accept the truth for the time being, so the host can not mention this matter, and manage his three meals a day like he did before.]

[Mainly based on Fang Xuchen's emotions, try not to stimulate him as much as possible.]

"Um."

After responding simply, He Mingqiu picked up Fang Xuchen by the waist and placed it lightly on the bed.

Fang Xuchen's sleeping posture was still in a sense of insecure.

He Mingqiu walked to the opposite side of Fang Xuchen and saw the young and beautiful face with bleak tears.

The lips were tightly pursed, thin, light in color, with a pathological paleness.

He crossed his arms and hugged his chest, his fingers clenched his fists, his skin was pale, his veins slightly burst, and something red oozed out between his fingers.

He Mingqiu pried apart Fang Xuchen's tightly clenched hands and saw the bright red blood in the palm of his hand.

The red hands were full of dazzling and conspicuous.

"It's so heartbreaking to be so unwilling to care about yourself." He Mingqiu got a warm wet towel and slowly wiped the slender fingers cleaned up repeatedly.

He lowered his head, like a devout people, inadvertently blasphemed his god.

Be careful, afraid that the great gods will wake up.

He Mingqiu stopped until he was sure that the blood had been wiped clean.

His gaze fell on Fang Xuchen's wet collar.

After thinking about it, he changed Fang Xuchen's clothes and threw the changed clothes into the washing machine to wash them.

He Mingqiu, who returned to Fang Xuchen's bedroom, stood beside the bed and guarded Fang Xuchen for a while.

Fang Xuchen was very obedient and quiet when he slept. He was obviously the face of a mature man, but his eyes were simple, which made people feel inexplicably distressed.

He Mingqiu could guess Fang Xuchen's thoughts.

I was framed by the two closest people around me, and coupled with the blows in my life, I felt a lot of emotion, but more of it was the disgust of the world, wishing I could disappear immediately and save that excessive luxury.

Fang Xuchen should have never thought that there was something hidden about his sleepiness.

From beginning to end, he was not sick.

Everything is caused by the drug replenishment.

It is precisely because something unimaginable happened that it is even more difficult to accept.

He Mingqiu had already made up his plan to ignore Fang Xuchen when he woke up.
Chapter completed!