"Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Why do you do this?" She rushed over, rushed over naked, looking at his bleeding wrist, and was so scared that she was at a loss.
"My father wants me to want you, come on, let my blood flow with you."
The blood fell to the ground drop by drop, and he looked at Chennail coldly, as if the blood was not his own.
Chennaire's eyes showed a look of almost despair. In order to escape contact with her, the man did not hesitate to harm himself. She walked back to the bed, took the blood that fell on the ground onto the white sheet, put on her clothes, and took the sheet.
Go to see Quan Dongying.
This blood is the evidence that they had a relationship.
Quan Youchen sat weakly beside the bed, leaning against the bed. The butler hurried in. Seeing the blood all over the ground, he was shocked. He hurried out, took the medical box, and came in panic with Yueze.
But when he came in, His Highness Quan Youchen was no longer in the room. He heard the sound of a car starting, and Quan Youchen drove out of the palace.
The housekeeper and Yueze looked at each other, and they knew where he was going.
"My stupid prince, do you think the weird tattoo on your arm is an ordinary thing?"
"Butler, he can defeat all this, no, he deserves his true love."
"Oh..." The housekeeper sighed and went to clean the blood in the room silently. Princess Chennai went out with a look of despair. I wonder how she would tell the Lord Shang.
Quan Youchen's car was racing on the road late at night, and his wrist was wrapped tightly in a white towel, which was covered with bright red blood.
Quan Youchen parked the car downstairs of Su and Mo's house, turned off the lights, and walked out. His tall and straight body looked like a god, making the narrow place even more crowded, but his lips were pale and thick.
The night covered his fragility and fatigue.
Su and Mo rubbed their sore neck. Ah, it was finally done. I hope that I would not find any more faults tomorrow, otherwise she would resign immediately, hum!
Suche is in the full-school kindergarten and will only come home on weekends. Su and Mo spend the other five days alone.
"Bang bang bang..." Someone knocked on the door. Who will be here?
Su and Mo looked in the cat's eyes. It was His Highness? She was surprised. How could he come so late? Looking downstairs, there was only one car parked downstairs, and there was no one escort.
She opened the door, "Your Highness..."
"Mo Mo..." He was cold and completely cold, looking at her with deep, melancholy, contradictory, and painful eyes.
"You...your hand, what's wrong? Come in quickly..." Su and Mo hurriedly let Quan Youchen walk in.
As soon as he saw her, his vigilance was relaxed. He was also exposed to high pressure from Quan Dongying these days. As soon as he stepped in, his body fell down softly. Seeing this, Su and Mo were busy.
Holding him, his head resting on her shoulder.
"Your Highness..." His appearance...
"Mo Mo..."
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In the living room, Quan Youchen was sitting on the sofa, and Su and Mo took the medicine box over and untied the towel wrapped around his hand.
"Ah... Why are you so deep and so deep? Why are you driving alone by yourself? Where is Yue Ze?" Her mouth was so deep and curved, and she was frightened when she saw it.
"I did it accidentally." Feng Qingyun was so calm that he covered up what happened in the palace just now. He did not tell her that because he did not want to happen to other women, he would rather hurt her because he did not want to do anything with other women.
Own.
"Are you careless? You are the prince and many people take care of you, how could you be so seriously injured?" She didn't believe it was because she was careless. Could it be... "Is that totem that makes Your Highness unable to control herself again?"
She remembered the time she was in the private villa.
"...Well." He agreed, "There are many people in the palace to take care of me, but I don't want it. If you apply medicine and bandage me, you will take care of me the best."
When Su Yumo heard this, his face turned slightly red, "Your Highness, is there really no way to control it?"
"Mo Mo, can you stop talking about this, okay?"
"good."
Since he was unwilling to say that he must have a last resort, so let's not talk about it. Su Yumo first used iodine to disinfect his wounds, then took out gauze and wrapped it around several times. Looking at it, she felt like this again
The bandage was not good-looking and was not worthy of his prince's dress, so he got up and went to the room to take out a white ribbon.
"What is this?" This white ribbon looks like a white cloud in the sky.
"The turban I gave to me when my mother was alive." As she said that, she wrapped the white ribbon around the gauze on his wrist, and it looked much better. [I know someone is going to say it again, here is the foam
Xia is a bit like Ou Chen's green lace and Quan Youchen's white ribbon. Does it look like it? I've said it myself, so you don't need to say it anymore.]
Her mother's stuff? She took it out for him? A sweet feeling that she had never had before.
Quan Youchen touched the white ribbon and said, "I... am hungry."
He ate nothing, drank the strong wine, and now he saw her, he was hungry.
"But, there is only instant noodles."
“I love to eat.”
In the small living room, two equally hungry people ate a bowl of cheap instant noodles around the table. Quan Youchen finally smiled on his face, and the white ribbon on his right wrist was floating.
The next day, when Su and Mo woke up, Quan Youchen had left at some point. Her body was covered with his suit. He sniffed the smell of the suit, well, it was his breath.
Su and Mo sorted out all the information and took it to Jing Teng in the office. Only then did they find out that Jing Teng had set out for the UK yesterday.
She snorted, she should have relaxed now.
How could she know that she was about to face a devastating blow soon?
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In the UK, Mingboshang Villa.
The villa is built in the suburbs of London, and its unique pastoral scenery makes people feel comfortable. Behind the villa is a private golf course, which shows the wealth of the Ming family.
Ming Baishang wore a hat and sportswear, which was less of the image of a playboy in the past and more sunshine. However, there was still a bad smile on his face, even two thick eyebrows.
Suppressing ripples, the wheat-colored skin exudes a healthy luster in the sun, with handsome and prominent facial features, perfect face shape, and the cool black sunglasses on his face add a hint of unruly to his sunshine and handsomeness...
On the golf course, the breeze was coming, cool and pleasant, Ming Baishang raised the club, a perfect ball.
"Papapapa..." At this time, applause came from the sidelines. Ming Baishang looked up and saw a woman standing there-