Chapter 261

Qi Yunzhe left his apartment and drove his Maybach all the way to the speed explosion meter. It seems that only such high-speed stimulation can force him to concentrate and forget those troubles.

Until late at night, Qi Yunzhe suddenly found that he had driven the car to the downstairs of the apartment. He calmed down a little, but his heart was still angry. He decided to get off and go upstairs.

The woman made him so miserable and angry that it's not over yet.

He entered the house. The room was dark, and there were fragments of the cup broken by him at the door. His leather shoes stepped on it and made a frightening noise, but there was no movement in the room.

Dead woman, he's half mad. Is she sleeping!

"Xia Chun, you are really impatient with life," he whispered, glancing at the only bright bathroom.

Qi Yunzhe could not help but frown. He was not sleeping, but taking a bath? This woman's brain is really abnormal.

He walked over and opened the bathroom door. What he saw was Xia Chun, who was pale in the bathtub. She closed her eyes and lay in the bathtub with only one head exposed.

Qi Yunzhe fell into an ice cave for a moment. A chill eroded him from his scalp to his toes, "Damn it!"

He strode over and fished Xia Chun out of the bathtub full of water. The moment his arm entered the water, Qi Yunzhe was even more worried about the cold.

Because of the long immersion, Xia Chun's original delicate skin became pale and wrinkled, rough like a centenarian, and the cold water temperature made her lips purple. There was no movement in Qi Yunzhe's arms.

"Xia Chun, wake up!" she can't die without his permission.

It seemed that she heard the sound. Her slender eyelashes with water droplets trembled gently and didn't open her eyes, but at least it proved that she was still alive.

Qi Yunzhe gave a long sigh. He thought she was going to commit suicide. Now he knew it was dangerous, and his anger rushed out again.

After taking her out of the bathroom, she threw her impolitely on the bed in the bedroom. She slowly opened her eyes because of the violent action.

Vaguely, she whispered unconsciously, "Yunzhe... I'm so cold..."

Because of the cold, her voice was trembling and crying, like an abandoned child, which was distressing and pitiful. Xia Chun closed her eyes again, but the whisper in her mouth didn't stop.

A moment later, it seemed that someone went into the quilt, held her in his arms, and then gently stroked her back.

"... Yunzhe, I'm wrong. Please don't leave me." it's like talking in a dream and begging. She's humble into the dust.

Qi Yunzhe felt a slight pain in his heart. He couldn't help comforting her, but his face was still frosty. "Your mistake can't be forgiven."

"How can you forgive me?"

"No way," he said with a frown and a hard heart.

"So... What about this?"

Suddenly, a pair of small hands climbed up along his chest and immediately lit a small flame on him, but Qi Yunzhe was not in the mood. He grabbed her small hands and said, "enough."

Suddenly, Xia Chun opened his eyes. His black and bright eyes were like the brightest stars in the long night. Looking at him, his eyes were filled with all kinds of grievances and choked, "so, you still don't want me? No one wants me, right?"

"...." Qi Yunzhe looked at her silently, didn't want her, willing?

Finally, Qi Yunzhe released Xia Chun's hand. It seemed that she was allowed. She covered it boldly and kissed astringently.

She seldom took the initiative, but Qi Yunzhe felt forced. In a flash, he turned away from the guest, and his anger became hot. They intertwined into a perfect picture.

When Xia Chunzhen woke up, everything yesterday was like a nightmare.

She got up and looked through her mobile phone. Only then did she find that she called Song Jin yesterday.

Look at the time when she was occupied by the second personality.

However, the two people talked for only two minutes. Xia Chun simply didn't think about it.

After a thorough awakening, Xia Chuncai remembered what happened last night. He was not happy. Could they still be the same as before?

When Qi Yunzhe gets off work in the evening, Xia Chun prepares a meal and waits for him to come back, but Qi Yunzhe only says he has eaten, and his attitude towards her is even colder.

It turned out that he didn't calm down. Xia Chun was stupid and wanted to care about him. He was still cold and arrogant, and became the Qi Yunzhe she knew at the beginning. He was extremely noble and arrogant.

The two are in a cold war, but he still goes home every day, but he doesn't like to talk to her.

Xia Chun has to prepare the works of arts competition while trying to ease the relationship with Qi Yunzhe. She is too busy to beat the back of her head. Fortunately, Tian He did not let her die of overwork because of his help from time to time.

In order to complete the entries, Xia Chun overturned her previous ideas almost every day. Only after continuous modification did she have the final work. At this time, it is less than a month before arts deadline.

"Madam, your painting is really beautiful." Tian He looked at Xia Chun's words and couldn't help praising him.

She is still the same. She will come once every three days and chat with Xia Chun when she is free.

Xia Chun smiled awkwardly, "thank you. With you, I feel more confident about the game."

Xia Chun smiled and wanted to go on, but her stomach suddenly turned upside down. Her face suddenly changed and she hurried to the bathroom.

But when she went to the bathroom, she couldn't spit out anything. During this time, her work and rest were irregular for her works and Qi Yunzhe, and she often felt dizzy.

"Madam, are you all right?" Tian He looked at Xia Chun's pale face and asked with concern.

Xia Chun turned on the tap and washed her face. She shook her head and said, "it's okay. Maybe she's too tired and always wants to sleep."

"I think you don't look very well recently. You must have not had a good rest. Madam, you should have a rest quickly. I should go too."

Xia Chun nodded at the sound. Tian He went to the living room, took his bag and coat, and glanced at the painting on the balcony. She stopped.

"Madam, would you like me to mail the picture for you?"

This picture should be sent to the arts organizing committee by mail. Xia Chun heard the voice and went out of the bathroom, but she was a little dizzy.

"... it's too troublesome. When I'm free tomorrow, I'll just mail it myself." Xia Chun said softly.

Tian He didn't mind. She waved her hand and said, "it's all right. It's no trouble at all. There's a post office downstairs. I'm on my way. Madam, just have a good rest. Let me take care of it."

Speaking of this, she no longer shirked, "that's all right, sister Tian, please."

Then Xia Chun wrote the address to Tian He and wrapped up the paintings. Tian He left with the painting. Xia Chun went into the bedroom to make up for sleep.