Chu Feng sat back on the bed, only to feel a splitting headache.
He can't sit and wait for death, absolutely can't!
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Changyuan Hou Mansion
Pei Xiachen cried and fell outside Pei Qinghan's sleeping quarters, "Father, please, please let my mother go, she is going to die, if this goes on, she will die, father, daughter please, daughter give you Kob your head, do your best and let her go."
Pei Xiachen was crying outside, and Pei Qinghan was not feeling well inside. Since the fight and leaving, he has been ill. He hasn't gotten out of bed for many days. He has just made some improvement today. He originally planned to go out in the courtyard for a walk. Before I got dressed, I heard Pei Xiachen's crying, and my mood immediately became terrible.
Every time he thinks of Song Hexiang now, he feels sick in his heart. Thinking of the fact that she has been manipulated and played with her over the years, he even has the heart to choke her to death with his own hands, let him let it go? How did he let it go
The happiness that was in his hands was all broken by Song Hexiang. The woman he loved the most, who was so wounded by him because of Song Hexiang, almost died in his hands.
And their children have lived a miserable life since they were born, and Song Hexiang's daughter has occupied her seat and enjoyed the glory of twelve years.
These, she has to use her fate, can she still finish it
Pei Qinghan opened the door of the room, stood at the door, and looked at the daughter he once loved the most, but only disgust was left in his eyes.
Pei Xiachen rushed forward and grabbed his father's trouser legs: "Father, daughter please, let my mother go, look at her for so many years—"
"Shut up, then plead for her, shut down with you!"
Pei Qinghan shouted sharply, so scared that Pei Xiachen immediately shut his mouth, staring at his father with his eyes rounded, and the father in front of him was the father he knew well.
Pei Qinghan went straight past her and walked into the yard.
Today’s weather is good and the sun is shining brightly. Even if you stand under the sun, you won’t be able to warm your heart.
A wave of cold air continued to rise from the soles of his feet, making him shiver with the cold.
Seeing this, the servant who was waiting on the side hurriedly took Qingqiu and put it on him: "Master Hou, although the sun is out, the weather is still very cold."
Pei Qinghan suddenly thought of Xia Chen who had just cried down in front of his door, and frowned and asked, "Is Song Hexiang really going to die?"
The servant shook his head: "Little I don't know, no one has reported.
Pei Qinghan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Go and see."
He couldn't tell what kind of psychology it was. He just wanted to see how miserable Song Hexiang was. No matter how miserable it was, she deserved it.
The two women sitting at the door of the chaifang chatting melon seeds gossiping. When they saw Lord Hou suddenly coming, they got up and knelt in fright. The melon seeds in their hands were scattered on the ground.
Pei Qinghan didn't even look at them, waved his hand and said, "Open the door!"
The woman hurriedly got up and opened the door with her hands and feet. A smelly smell came out. The woman said: "Master Hou, don't go in first. The smell inside is too unpleasant. Let her come out, but wait for the smell to dissipate. Go in again."
Pei Qinghan frowned, stood outside the door, and did not make a sound.
Song Hexiang, with his eyes closed in the room, immediately opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to draw his hair and tidy up the clothes on his body.
Although Pei Qinghan didn't have her in her heart, there was only one Pei Qinghan in her heart. Since the first time she saw Pei Qinghan, he was all pretended to be in her heart. This is also the biggest reason why she is determined to kill Dongfang Wan'er.