She looked like she was being kidnapped.

Seeing that Wan Han was fine, Qin Yichen's worries receded. What gradually came up was anger towards Wan Han.

And... since when did she become so close to Dongchuan Yu?

It was useless for him to be anxious and anxious outside like a fool, wishing he could fly over with wings. He kept thinking in his mind that something might have happened to her, and he was almost scared to death.

"I didn't mean that, I meant how did you find it."

Qin Yichen's cold and indifferent words set off alarm bells in Wan Han's heart. She hurriedly added something flattering, for fear that he would think too much.

His expression looked normal to others, but she noticed the turbulent anger beneath the calmness.

You must know that Qin Yichen usually dotes on her so much that he would love to hold her to the sky, and his eyes are gentle enough to melt her.

When I talk to her, I always speak softly and affectionately. I have never had such a cold look and expression.

"Does it matter?"

He raised his thin lips lightly and looked at her with his dark eyes like obsidian. He paused and said, "Have you had enough shopping? It's time to go home now."

As soon as Qin Yichen said these words, Dongchuan Yu's perfect face on the bed was as cold as the ice covering the polar regions, with a terrifying evil spirit that could not be hidden in his eyes.

He suddenly sat upright, clenched his hands into fists by his sides, and stared at Qin Yichen.

It was like a fire was lit in my heart, and the blazing flame suddenly became fierce.

He actually spoke to that little thing in such a scolding tone!

At that moment, Dongchuan Yu immediately felt a strong sense of protection, and he wanted to protect her.

However, before Dongchuan Yu, who had just sat up, could speak, Wan Han on the other side picked up his steps and quickly ran to Qin Yichen's side.

She pursed her lips and smiled softly. After running over, she grabbed Qin Yichen's arm in a flattering manner, her face full of obedience and well-behavedness.

That look was completely different from the decisive, ruthless and cold look when facing Dongchuan Yu.

"Well, go home, go home..." Wan Han rubbed Qin Yichen's chest with her little hand, and said repeatedly to please her.

At that moment, her eyes were full of Qin Yichen, and she didn't even look back at herself.

In an instant, Dongchuan Yu's resentment for her and his heartache for her seemed to have been dispersed.

In front of her feelings for Qin Yichen, his existence and feelings were so worthless.

It's ridiculous that he still wants to stand up for Wanhan, but he doesn't know that she is willing to do so.

Dongchuan Yu stiffened in silence, clenching his hands into fists so that the tip of the IV drip needle on the back of his hand was misplaced, and slight blood began to return to the needle tube.

A faint trace of blood flowed back from his veins into the needle, and Dongchuan Yu couldn't even feel the pain.

Seeing Wan Han obediently running back to him, Qin Yichen curled his lips and seemed to feel a little satisfied.

"Do you know how impatient I am?" He scolded her with a devilish face.

"Yeah." Wan Han nodded, but still muttered in a low voice, "I called you, but you didn't answer it yourself..."

"Is this your excuse?" Qin Yichen's tone rose slightly, a little coldly.

"No..." He pursed his lips and said reluctantly. "But obviously..."

"Since it's not an excuse, don't tell me anymore."

"Then you are also at fault..."

"What's wrong with me? Did I come to you to find fault?"

"Uh, no...but you..."

"Shut up, don't talk anymore." The monster-like man had a dangerous look in his eyes.

Wan Han's little daughter-in-law seemed to be silent immediately.

Dongchuan Yu clearly heard the conversation between these two people.

They seemed so inseparable and closely connected.

…

"Let's go, let's talk when we get back." Qin Yichen briefly ended the conversation, then turned his eyes to Dongchuan Yu, who had been silent.

He understood the emotion in Dongchuan Yu's eyes, where sadness and cruelty coexisted, and for a moment he couldn't tell which was greater.

Wan Han also followed Qin Yichen's gaze and saw Dongchuan Yu sitting there silently and stiffly, with his chin slightly raised, maintaining his pride and unruliness.

But it looks... makes people feel a little pitiful and fragile.

More and more blood returned to the needle on the back of his hand, and the long intravenous needle was stained red with blood without even realizing it.

When she glanced over, there was a glint and glimmer in his eyes on the bed.

The deep, demonic pupils, with a gentle sense of mystery, almost sucked Wan Han into her eyes and captured her heart.

His eyes seemed to be holding back, telling, praying...

Don't go, little thing...

Please don't leave, please...

Wan Han frowned, turned his head to avoid Dongchuan Yu's gaze, and said softly to Qin Yichen: "Let's go."

In one sentence, Dongchuan Yu felt that his heart seemed to be torn apart.

At that moment, Qin Yichen also noticed the subtlety between the two.

What shocked him a little was the intolerance Wan Han showed at that moment.

Perhaps she didn't realize it herself, as her grip on his arm subconsciously tightened.

Suddenly, Qin Yichen's joy just now was diluted and became less obvious.

"Master Dongchuan, farewell." Qin Yichen looked calm, took Wan Han's small hand with his big hand, turned around and walked out after saying that.

His slender fingers tightened, and the force he used was extremely strong, not gentle or caring at all, and Wan Han felt a little painful from the grip.

She bit her lip and looked at Qin Yichen's decisive back, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

…

She left anyway without looking back.

When Wan Han's back disappeared outside the door, Dongchuan Yu lowered his trembling eyelashes slightly, and his tall body was as stiff as a green mountain.

Even though she tried to stay with her eyes like that, she still left.

From the beginning to the end, ever since Qin Yichen came in, he had not spoken a word, and the bitterness and astringency in his throat overflowed.

Dongchuan Yu turned his head and his eyes fell on the bowl of porridge that Wan Han served him personally by the bed.

He hadn't finished drinking it completely, and even the porridge wasn't cold yet.

Raising his hand, he clasped the delicate white porcelain bowl with his big hand and picked up the porridge again. Dongchuan Yu hesitantly stirred it with a spoon and mechanically handed it to his mouth.

However, before the white spoon brought the porridge to his mouth, his expression suddenly changed.

Such deep and intense pain appeared on his face.

Raising his hand, Dongchuan Yu angrily threw the porcelain bowl and spoon out with such force that they hit the glass decoration in the room.

The porridge was scattered all over the floor and fell on the carpet, and the porcelain bowl and glass decorations were broken into countless pieces and scattered around.

Such rage shocked the men standing aside and did not dare to breathe.
Chapter completed!