C17

Ever since Chu Chen was taken away, Qiao Chuyang had completely lost information about him. Although he was extremely worried about his situation, Qiao Chuyang didn't dare to ask about it lightly as he was afraid of causing him even more pain.

Although the wound on his forehead had fooled his astute grandfather, the painful expression that would occasionally appear on Qiao Chuyang's face still made Murong Langqing's heart full of worry.

"Chu Yang, are you not happy at all?"

Murong Langqing's voice interrupted Qiao Qiuyang's thoughts. A bright smile appeared on her face.

"How can Yang'er not be happy when he lives with his grandfather? Grandfather only wants to take good care of his body. Yang'er will live happily ever after. "

Knowing that her precious granddaughter didn't want her to worry too much, Murong Langqing didn't ask about it. However, the worry in her eyes hadn't disappeared.

After taking care of his grandfather's rest, Qiao Chuyang returned to his room and sat on his bed. He didn't feel sleepy at all. He kept his eyes glued to the window, looking out at the stars.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing sound of a car startled Qiao Chuyang. She subconsciously took off her blanket and walked out of the room.

Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw several people carrying Ouyang Jingyu through the door.

"What the hell is going on?" What happened to him? "

Seeing Ouyang Jingyu's blood dripping nonstop, Qiao Chuyang was so scared that he almost fainted. He quickly supported himself on the stairs.

"Young Mistress, don't make such a loud noise, or else we'll wake up the old man. We need to carry the young master to your room for treatment now."

Xu said to Qiao Chuyang calmly. Calmly, he instructed his subordinates to bring Ouyang Jingyu to his room on the second floor. There was no sign of panic on his face.

Afraid that he would wake up his grandfather, Qiao Chuyang quickly and quietly went to his room.

He saw that Ouyang Jingyu's clothes had already been cut off by a man.

"I …" What can I do to help? "

Qiao Chun Yang came to Ouyang Jingyu's side with a frightened face. Looking at Ouyang Jingyu, whose head was covered in sweat and his arms were bleeding profusely, the hatred in Qiao Chu Yang's heart instantly disappeared and was replaced with worry that could not be resolved.

"I'll have to trouble Young Mistress to hold down my young master's arm and stop me during the operation. He will move about randomly, affecting the speed at which I take out the bullets."

A man seemed to have recognized Qiao Chuyang and was holding his own disinfector. As he spoke, he instructed Qiao Chuyang.

Qiao Chuyang nodded and quickly pressed both hands on Ouyang Jingyu's arms. His watery eyes were filled with fear as he watched the man calmly take out the bullets.

"Can I really not go to the hospital?"

Although the man had calmly taken out the bullet in Ouyang Jingyu's arm, he was still lying on the bed. As for Ouyang Jingyu, he did not seem to have any intention of waking up. Qiao Chuyang was extremely worried.

Seeing the obvious worry on Qiao Chuyang's face, the man who had just taken out the bullet revealed a lazy smile.

"Young Mistress, are you really worried about the Young Master?"

The man's probing gaze made Qiao Chuyang feel uncomfortable.

"I don't need to tell you whether or not I care about him. If you are his subordinate, then immediately make him recover. Otherwise, you will be punished by Ouyang Jingyu just like before."

After saying this, Qiao Chuyang picked up his phone and walked out of the room.

Looking at Qiao Chuyang's retreating back, the man laughed out loud. He walked in front of Ouyang Jingyu and patted his shoulder.

"Feng, even if I'm awake, there's no need for you to be so harsh on me, right?"

Ouyang Jingyu powerlessly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with reproach towards the wind.

"It's just a small bullet, how could it make you unconscious for so long? Jingyu, you pretended to be unconscious just now because you want your woman to be more concerned about you, right? "

The man instantly saw through Ouyang Jingyu's thoughts.

"That's right, I want her to live in a state of worry for me. As for what will happen next, I believe it will be very exciting. Let's wait and see. "

The man sighed softly. His heart was filled with sympathy for Qiao Chuyang.

"Jingyu, I can see that she truly cares about you. Why don't you give up your hatred and cherish a relationship that truly belongs to you? Perhaps you can find your happiness in it. "

The man said sincerely. He was well aware of the hatred in Ouyang Jingyu's heart. Thus, he hoped that his good friend would be able to obtain happiness and live his own life.

"Happiness?"

Ouyang Jingyu laughed out loud. He wasn't afraid that his laughter would affect the wound on his arm.

"Do you think I have feelings for the daughter of an enemy who killed my parents? "Feng, what I want to do the most right now, and what I'm doing right now, is to let this woman wither little by little in my hands. I want to make her live in pain for all of her life, unable to escape from it."

Ouyang Jingyu's eyes flashed with a cruel light. It was chilly.

Feng Feiyun sighed and patted Ouyang Jingyu's shoulder. He understood that a person who had lived in hatred for 20 some years wouldn't be able to walk out of it so quickly. Feng sincerely hoped that this woman, Qiao Chuyang, could dissolve the hatred in her good friend's heart and return him a blissful life.

"Jingyu, you just lost a lot of blood. Take a good rest first, I will go investigate the identity of the killer and promise to open your eyes tomorrow. there will be a detailed piece of information in front of you. "

Ouyang Jingyu nodded and shot Feng Li a grateful look. Then, he watched as Feng Li left the room.

"Young mistress, are you going to visit the young master?"

Just as he walked out of the room, he saw Qiao Chuyang pacing back and forth with an anxious expression on his face.

"I …"

Being discovered by others, Qiao Chuyang's expression was one of embarrassment, but he still braced himself to ask Feng.

"Is he better?" Are you awake? "

Seeing the undisguised concern on Qiao Chuoyang's face, Feng knew that the appearance of this woman was a chance for Ouyang Jingyu to walk out of his hatred.

"He has lost too much blood and needs a certain amount of rest. If possible, you don't need to see him tonight, but tomorrow morning, make him more suitable food to heal his wounds. I believe he will recover in a few days."

Qiao Chuyang nodded his head and thanked the wind before walking into the guest room.