"Qing Luo, Xiao Yu also knows that he is wrong, so don't blame him, if you lie down like this, let alone his feet and hands will not heal, he will probably lose too much blood and die."
Mu Zifei tried to smooth things over, and walked quickly towards Ye Fengyu, bending down to help him up.
"You don't need to help him." Ye Qingluo glanced at Mu Zifei coldly.
Mu Zifei froze and stopped his actions.
Mu Zifan clutched his chest, obediently closed his mouth and did not dare to speak.
Obviously changed to an ordinary face, thrown in the crowd, the kind of face that would never be found.
But unfortunately, the aura is still so strong.
Especially when meeting her charming eyes that are like frost from a thousand years.
They were so stunned that they didn't even dare to make a sound.
There was an eerie silence in the entire secret room.
The Mu brothers looked at each other, as if they were urging each other to break the deadlock.
However, Ye Qingluo glanced at her just now.
Neither of them dared to speak easily.
Zi Ling was even more afraid to speak.
But Ye Qingluo and the others knew Ye Qingluo's character well.
Even if they open their mouths and plead for Ye Fengyu.
As long as Ye Qingluo is still angry.
Ye Fengyu still couldn't understand where she was wrong.
Ye Qingluo will not loosen a bit.
Just when everyone's hearts were going up and down.
Then he saw a purple figure walking slowly behind Ye Qingluo, raised his palm, and gently landed on her head.
The man also has an ordinary face.
But no one can think of him as ordinary or extraordinary.
The man's temperament is dusty, like a banished fairy.
The eyes looking at Ye Qingluo are full of doting and gentleness.
He gently stroked Ye Qingluo's head with his big palm, and said with a gentle smile, "Xiao Yu already knew he was wrong, so don't punish him like this, isn't punishing him also punishing yourself?"
The eyes of the Mu family brothers all settled on Di Moxuan.
They were right.
This man is Di Moxuan after disguise!
Being touched so gently by a man.
Most of the low air-conditioning on Ye Qingluo's body gradually dissipated.
She slapped the hand on her head angrily, and glared at Di Moxuan angrily.
She was teaching Ye Fengyu that no matter what time it was, she had to value her own life!
But... She could tell that Ye Fengyu's physical condition had indeed reached its limit.
My heart is hurting.
But he could only endure the pain.
It was obvious that he had suffered such a serious injury.
Hands and feet are facing the situation of being scrapped.
But after hearing her voice, he didn't even care about his own body, thinking about rushing out of bed and seeing her.
Did he think that being so excited and doing this meant that he cared about her and worried about her all the time
No!
Ye Qingluo only wanted to comment on this kind of behavior.
That's - stupid!
"Sister, I know I was wrong..." Ye Fengyu's struggling voice was almost only the sound of air currents.
He took a deep breath, and said again: "I beg my sister... my sister will help me back to the bed..."
Ye Qingluo's tense face collapsed in Ye Fengyu's weak pleading.
She walked forward quickly, bent down to help Ye Fengyu up, and kept lecturing: "You have a long memory now, don't you?"
Ye Fengyu was sent behind the stone bed.
Everyone behind him breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Zifei immediately stepped forward and took out a new bandage and wound medicine: "You are seriously injured. If you don't want to become a useless person, just lie on the bed obediently and don't move around."
Ye Fengyu nodded obediently.
Ye Qing glanced at him, gave up the position next to Mu Zifei, and re-wrapped Ye Fengyu.