(I walked upstairs and stopped in front of Shaber's door.)

Just as Yuan Diandian was about to rush out, she was pulled by Feng Tuoxi, shook her head at her, pulled her back to the room and closed the door.

Feng Qingyu's eyes did not look at the place where the sound was made, but stared at the closed door in front of him, and reached out and gently unscrewed the door.

The slight sound made Shaber, who was not sleeping on the bed, tremble slightly, and he quickly closed his eyes.

Without turning around and looking, I also know it was Feng Qingyu...

Aunt Yuan’s call was enough to get him back…

The tall figure stood beside the bed, with an oppressive atmosphere. He looked down at the woman with her eyes closed on the bed with a calm expression, a shallow and even breathing, as if she was asleep.

"Why not deny it?"

Feng Qingyu's voice was a little dry. Looking at Sha Beier lying on the bed, his face that was too calm was tying his heart.

If he denies it, he won't...

Looking at the slender neck under the quilt, he knew how much force he used. She was already thin and would leave traces if she tried a little force. At this time, she didn't know what the skin covered by the quilt looked like.

“Is it important?”

Stop pretending to be asleep, Shabei opened his eyes in Feng Qingyu's almost questioning words, his calm eyes and his calm tone.

No blame, no anger or anger, that calm.

Is a sentence important? But it was a sharp knife that pierced Feng Qingyu's heart. His heart, which was in pain, tightened and he really felt the pain.

"Does it hurt?"

The sword eyebrows wrinkled one after another, looking at the calm face...

He bent down and reached the edge of the quilt to pull it open to see her wound that had been pinched by herself.

His body suddenly tensed. When Feng Qingyu reached out, Sha Beier's pupils tightened, and the resistance and repulsion flashed through his eyes pierced Feng Qingyu's heart again. His expression and movements were the most direct physical reaction.

My hands froze for a moment, but I still firmly pulled the quilt.

"fine."

Shaber shrank, dodged a little, and pulled the quilt tighter with his hand.

The traces on her neck seemed to remind her that she was not even as good as a bunch of wood carvings.

"It doesn't hurt."

I don’t know if it’s saying that my neck doesn’t hurt or my heart doesn’t hurt.

She no longer hurts.

Shabeier's repulsion made Feng Qingyu's face look gloomy and sunny. The bruises he saw just pulled a little bit of the quilt were even more serious than he thought.

he……

His pupils tightened. After he injured her by pinching his hands and hurting her, his hands and feet became much more careful, but this time he was angry...

"Belle."

"I'll take a look."

He lowered his voice and tried to be gentle. He stretched out his hand again, preparing to look carefully. If it was really too serious, he had to call the doctor over.

Shaber's calm eyes finally had emotional ups and downs, and the emotions that had been pressing down on his heart were surging.

Taking a deep breath, Shabeier waved Feng Qingyu's hand directly.

Feng Qingyu was stunned...

The hand was frozen in the air.

Shabeier sat up with the quilt rolled up and looked at Feng Qingyu and said word by word: "Can you go out? I don't want to talk to you or see your face! I want to be alone, can I? Feng Qingyu, can I?"

May I?

May I?

His eyes met and echoed over and over again. He could forcefully pull the quilt open and forcefully check her wounds as before. But he looked at the woman who was enduring with her eyes open.

Feng Qingyu stood up without saying a word, turned around and left...

The door closed again, Shaber lay down again, the world became quiet, very quiet, and I could hear my heartbreaking voice for a long time...

After a while, the door opened again, and Feng Qingyu's breath slowly approached.

"ointment."

"Remember to wipe."

Shabeier, who had closed his eyes, did not respond, as if he hadn't heard it. Feng Qingyujing looked at it for a few seconds, put down the ointment in his hand and turned around and left again.

The ointment was left overnight. Feng Qingyu came over early in the morning, but the ointment was still lying there quietly. Shabeier's clothes had been changed and she was wearing a turtleneck sweater to cover her neck, making people unable to see anything. Looking at Feng Qingyu's figure, her eyes just swept over and moved away.

“Apply medicine.”

Feng Qingyu's voice was a little low, blocking Shabeier and preparing to hold her...

"Don't touch me."

The hand shrank and took a step back. He looked at Feng Qingyu with repulsive eyes. After confirming that he would not approach, he added: "Feng Qingyu, I can't pretend that what happened last night hadn't happened. Before I calmed down, don't get close to me, don't care about me, I really feel... disgusting."

The word "disgusting" successfully made Feng Qingyu's face dark, while Sha Beier took the wrong step and walked out.

I didn't care about Feng Qingyu's emotions that were left behind.

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afternoon

Yuan Diandian kept paying attention to Shabeier's emotions at all times. In the morning, Shabeier sent Ruirui to the kindergarten normally. After turning back, she quietly sorted out flowers and plants in the flower room behind. When Yuan Diandian passed by, she saw Shabeier squatting there in the same posture. The water in the flower pot in front of her had already overflowed, but she didn't know.

In the afternoon, Shabeier said he wanted to make snacks. He cut things with a knife in his hand. The way he cut Yuan Diandian was frightened. Before Shabeier cut off her finger, Yuan Diandian snatched the knife from Shabeier's hand and pushed her out of the kitchen.

Later, from time to time, I heard Shabel's muffled groan, either hitting the corner of the table or hitting the corner of the wall, either having his hands clamped by the door, or having something to smash his foot...

In just one morning, Shabei successfully made herself feel blue and purple, and it hurts everywhere.

She is not in the state...

"Belle, stop holding on."

Yuan Diandian felt really distressed. Looking at Shabeier who was pretending to be fine, it really hurt her heart.

Shaber's expression was stunned, and his expression of trying to pretend to be calm began to have cracks...

"Aunt Yuan, I feel in pain."

With a gentle murmur, Shaber pursed her lips and shrank herself into the sofa.

The heart is actually always hurting. The more I want to pretend not to care, the more I care. She is not alone now, and she has no way to leave casually, but her heart really hurts.

She tried hard to calm down, but she couldn't calm down.

The cold eyes of Feng Qingyu pinched himself constantly appeared in his mind...

She really didn't know how to face Feng Qingyu, and she couldn't even go back to the most self-deceptive needs.

She could no longer face to face with Feng Qingyu, and she didn't want to talk to him or see him.

Do you hate? Actually, you don’t hate. I have always known it. I already knew it when I saw those wood carvings, but it still hurts very much.

Her heart was scratched like a knife. From the moment it happened, her heart has been scratched without stopping.

“So tired.”

The sound from the arms that were wrapped around me was very light, and I was really tired of pretending to be fine, and I was very tired.

Yuan Diandian's heart hurt even more...

"Yu Ma."

Yuan Diandian was extremely angry. Seeing Sha Beier like this, she really didn't know what to do to make Beier feel more comfortable. This bastard is really a bastard and she can't find a reason to help him.

I even want to beat this bastard to death.

"What about the things you asked you to put away? Get them all for me."

I sat up from the sofa and couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

It shouldn't be put away. Beibei is already married, and now his son is always making soy sauce. He is still trying to make trouble. The Muyu doesn't know how to knock his head sober.

How could she give birth to such a son? She has no brains!!!

"Oh... OK!"

Yu's mother walked out of it and didn't react for a moment. When she turned around and was about to get it, she suddenly reacted and looked at Yuan Diandian.

"Miss, that's Mr. Feng..."

The most important thing, but when I saw Sha Beier sitting on the sofa, Yu Ma swallowed the words again...

After a while, he continued, "Miss, what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? I'll keep it for you. If you go and bring it for me, I'll burn it. I'll call him immediately and tell him that I'll burn it all. I see how he can do it, but he has the ability to do it!"
To be continued...