Yan Qing no longer wants to listen to Zhan Wuyou.
He got up from the bed with a livid face, looking at him with complicated eyes that Zhan Wuyou couldn't understand.
He opened his lips and uttered a word, "Get lost."
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Zhan Wuyou sucked in small breaths on the bed, covered his throat with one hand, and clutched the quilt tightly with the other, as if competing with him, he whispered hoarsely, "No, I won't get out."
Yan Qing's face was livid.
Suddenly, like a second erupting volcano, he rushed back to the bed, pressed his strong palm on his straight collarbone, every word seemed to be ground by his teeth, and growled, "If you don't want to die, get out !"
Zhan Wuyou's eyes were covered with a layer of tears, which were the physiological tears that gushed out automatically when he was suffocated by Yan Qing.
This will be hanging on the edge of his eyes, looking very pitiful.
He took Yan Qing's hand, sad and wronged, "I, I only exposed it to save you, you beat me so much, I didn't lose my temper with you, you still pinched me, you almost strangled me to death .”
When Zhan Wuyou said this, his voice was horribly hoarse and weak. If the two of them weren't in such a close position, Yan Qing might not be able to hear these words clearly.
"I, I stole that mask just to bring down Ruan Baichun. If you are angry, I can steal it back."
"You said you wouldn't drive me away."
"You said so."
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The veins on Yan Qing's neck jumped happily, even the veins on her forehead moved twice.
He seemed to be extremely angry, wishing to pounce on the lion that killed him, every mane was full of anger.
He did bite, but at the last moment he suddenly softened and retracted his sharp teeth.
But that doesn't mean he's calmed down.
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He got even angrier.
Before, he was angry that Zhan Wuyou had lied to him, but now he was angry that he couldn't do it.
Although the anger of the former and the latter are different, they lead to the same goal by different routes.
Double anger and anxiety rushed back and forth in his body, making his whole body as terrifying as a layer of raging fire.
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"You don't mean anything." Zhan Wuyou sat on the bed and cried softly, "You, you still kicked me."
Yan Qing's emotions were repeatedly provoked by Zhan Wuyou, and she had already lost her usual calmness.
After hearing what he cried, he felt angry again, and roared unbearably, "When did I kick you!"
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Zhan Wuyou was very particular about evidence and stood up from the bed, uncovered the hem of his clothes, and took off his pajamas at once.
There is a big bluish purple Yu Qing on the white chest.
Zhan Wuyou turned around, Yu Qing's back was even worse than the front, and there were faint traces of blood.
"You kicked it." Zhan Wuyou turned around, "You kicked it."
Yan Qing, "..."
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Yan Qing seemed to be too angry, and also seemed to be shocked by the wound Zhan Wuyou showed.
After a few seconds of silence, he sat down on the sofa chair.
Zhan Wuyou stood on the bed and looked at him for a while, as if confirming that he would not drive him away, then he got off the bed. He slowly moved to Yan Qing's side, and knelt down as usual.
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Yan Qing didn't get angry again, but just glared at him angrily with her eyes.
Zhan Wuyou wasn't scared at all.
He leaned his head gently and slowly against his legs.
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Yan Qing seems to have closed her eyes.
Zhan Wuyou leaned on his legs and didn't make a sound.
The two people who almost killed each other a minute ago, now they are quiet and beautiful like an oil painting.
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In just a few seconds since he knew he was exposed, Zhan Wuyou thought of several ways for him to quickly let Yan Qing vent his anger, and he implemented it perfectly all the way.
Anger also pays attention to a process and momentum.
Go all out, mourn again, and exhaust three times.
Since Yan Qing didn't strangle herself to death, it means that she has already entered the second stage, and if she was interrupted by him, she should enter the third stage.
At this time, he will take the initiative to ask for some hardships, coax more...
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He thought clearly, but when he put his head on Yan Qing's thigh, his whole body seemed to be in a quagmire of thinking.
A sudden sense of fatigue washed over his body.
His brain seemed to be a mess in an instant, and the injuries to his chest and back also began to mess with his nerves.
He felt cold all over.
The cold shower that was greedy for coolness and quickness before flashed through his mind.
Could it be that he caught a cold
He thought in a daze.
Uneasy, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Yan Qing's clothes.
After a pause, he grabbed the corner of his trousers again.
Later, if he wanted to throw himself out, he had to take off his clothes and pants.
Yan Qing values face, and she definitely doesn't want to be disheveled in front of her subordinates.
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuyou let go of the sudden high fever and passed out.
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When Yan Qing realized that the temperature of the person pressing on her lap was abnormal.
Zhan Wuyou had a high fever to the point of fainting.
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When Zhan Wuyou woke up again, the sky was already bright.
The sun warmly filled half of the room, and the thin window shade was slightly fluttered by the wind, bringing a tropical atmosphere to his face.
Zhan Wuyou opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Wang Zhi standing beside the bed drinking porridge.
"Hey, you're awake! Damn it," he said, looking at the porridge in his hand, and said with a little embarrassment, "Then what, I'll ask someone to bring you another bowl."
Zhan Wuyou, "..."
All right, now he knows whose porridge Wang Zhi is holding.
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"Where am I?" Zhan Wuyou looked around, very simple and modern decoration, obviously not Yan Qing's room.
The nostrils fluttered slightly, and there was a faint smell of sea fish in the air.
Zhan Wuyou frowned slightly, he's not in the provincial capital anymore
Wang Zhi said to the walkie-talkie next to the bed to bring some porridge before he replied, "Your health is too bad, you have a high fever of 40 degrees, and you are not living well at home right now. Lord Yan sent you to the island overnight gone."
"Island? Master... personally arranged for me to come here?" Zhan Wuyou struggled to get out of bed, and walked to the balcony weakly to have a look.
The blue sea water in the distance matches the sky, and the shallow white sandy beach is pushed back 100 meters, planted with unique tropical plants.
This is a private island under Yan Qing's name.
In his previous life, he came alone.
The island is not big, and the transportation is extremely inconvenient.
If you want to get in and out, you can only rely on cruise ships or planes.
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He said calmly, "What time is it?"
Wang Zhi followed behind him, half leaning on the armrest, "You have been asleep for two days."
Zhan Wuyou took off the cooling sticker on his forehead and said tentatively, "I want to go back."
"That's not allowed." Wang Zhi stopped him, "You have to stay here until you catch that little thief."
Zhan Wuyou was slightly stiff.
The name of the thief is the vest that was attached to him after he stole the mask.
But Yan Qing uncovered the vest in front of him, this matter should be exposed, it is impossible for Wang Zhi not to know.
Zhan Wuyou took a deep look at Wang Zhi, suspecting that he was pointing fingers at Sang and scolding Huai.
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"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wang Zhi blinked, and then said guiltily, "Drinking your porridge, isn't it, you've been asleep for two days, I can see that you haven't woken up yet, don't you want to waste food? …”
Look carefully at his expression, it really doesn't look like him.
He vaguely guessed a possibility in his heart.
He licked the corner of his lips lightly.
He whispered, "It's not about the porridge, you just said, what kind of thief?"
Wang Zhi looked at him in shock, "Just beat you like a thief? When Lord Yan called someone to take you to the hospital, I thought you were dead. You have such a big purple circle around your neck."
Wang Zhi sighed and clicked his tongue a few times, "This little thief also committed a serious death. You didn't see it. When Lord Yan carried you out, his whole face was black."
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Zhan Wuyou responded nah-na, thinking to himself, that's why I was so angry.
Then he thought about it, what does Yan Qing mean
He fabricated a 'little thief' to cover up his identity, and even pushed all the wounds of the dispute between the two of them on this unfounded 'little thief'...
Did he forgive himself
But why did he send him to the island
What is he thinking
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Yan Qing also wanted to know what she was thinking.
According to the past, Zhan Wuyou could never leave Yan's house completely.
But at the last moment, he stopped
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Since you can't do it, it's better to let the person who affects you stay away.
Don't appear in front of him in this life.
[The author has something to say]: Yan Qing: You will never even think about coming back in this life.