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After washing up and drying his hair, he sat on the bed and read most of the magazine. Leng Mubai hadn't come in yet; he was sure that he had already washed up after such a long time.

Meow, meow. It really hurts even if you don't have an egg!

How can a man be like a woman, always being coaxed, always being petty, always having more trouble than a woman!

Whoever said that men didn't act coquettishly again, she would be the one to get angry with whoever said that men were big!

Lan Xinyue sat at the head of the bed and fretfully flipped through a magazine. She didn't want to coax him, but if she did, there would be another argument, not another coaxing. With his proud, aloof, and stubborn personality, he would definitely cause another night of trouble.

Let him sit outside for an entire night? An entire night? Play all night? She was unwilling to part with him, because his kindness towards her was truly visible to all. He would touch his heart when he did things, and she could not allow him to torture her like this for a long night.

Alright, go and coax them …

With a long sigh, she put down the book and slid off the bed. She went out to search around the bedroom, but he was nowhere to be seen in the bathroom, the study, the other two bedrooms, the living room, and the balcony.

In the shoe cabinet behind the door, his shoes were still there, his car keys were still on the table. The fact that he didn't leave and couldn't find the person meant that he was hiding and didn't want to see her!

He didn't want to see her, but the room was only this big. He was only so big, so where else could he hide?

Lan Xinyue searched again, and finally found him on the dark balcony behind Bao Xiao's room, wearing a white pajamas.

He was sitting on the ground, his face ashen, his eyes sharp. He was holding a glass of wine in his left hand and a bottle of wine in his right hand. His hair was still dripping.

"If you want to drink, then go to your room. It's so cold sitting here!" He sat there alone and silent, as if he were an isolated child left behind by the heavens. Lan Xinyue's heart ached as she finally realized that she was wrong. She shouldn't have said that, she should have let him have some satisfaction, because all of his happiness and future depended on her.

He reached out to pull her back, but he shook off her arm fiercely and without even looking at her, he only poured himself a cup of wine and drank it all in one gulp, as if he was drinking not liquor but boiled water. He was angry, very angry, since he was going to ignore his existence, then don't bother with him anymore.

He continued drinking and gulped down huge mouthfuls of it. The echo was deafening!

"Look at you, such a big person doesn't know how to take care of himself. You don't know how to blow so much water out of your hair, your pajamas are dripping wet, and the floor is still so cold. If you sit and drink like this, you'll definitely catch cold." Go in and dry your hair, change into some pajamas, and I'll drink with you, okay? " If he made a mistake, he could only make up for it. Lan Xinyue squatted down in front of him, coaxed him, and reached for his wine bottle.

He flung her away irritably and gave her a hard shove. She fell to the ground, but he ignored her and looked down on her. Cold. The cold in her body. The cold in her heart. These six years had never been like this for her. Even now, it was still the same for her.

He drank deeply and took one mouthful after another, ignoring the fact that she was still sitting on the floor with a pale face and a dazed look. He completely ignored her as Lan Xinyue pushed her aching head up from the ground and left the balcony without a word.

The instant he left, Leng Mubai's fingers moved, but he resisted the urge to pull her away. Go, go, go, and once he left, he would never come back. His chest was in intense pain, he angrily kicked the empty wine bottle at his feet, raised his head, and drained the cup of wine in one gulp.

When he finished the second bottle, he opened the third. As he was opening it, he heard footsteps behind him. It was Lan Xinyue. She had returned. She brought a towel and a hair dryer.

He pushed her aside and she pounced!

He pushed again, and she pounced again!

"What exactly do you want? What are you going to torture me to make you happy? Lan Xinyue, I can't mess with you, I can't hide, can't I? If you don't put me in your heart, I will walk away on my own accord. She pushed again and her strength increased by several times. She fell down again and her back hit the wall heavily. She felt a sweet taste on her chest and a thick smell of blood.

Suppressing the disgusting sweet smell, she got up again and threw herself in front of him, her blurry vision making it impossible to see anything clearly. A white shadow, she could only rely on the feeling of her hands to force herself to kneel down in front of him and help him dry her hair.

Leng Mubai wanted to push her away, but he was unable to do so. He looked at her face that was similarly in pain, but he didn't understand what she was in pain for.

If she was in pain for him, she would loosen her mouth and say what he wanted to hear. After hearing those words, he would calm down and get back on his good side. Just like before, he would rely on her to knead the meat around, and there would be no more complaints.

But no, she didn't say anything, didn't say anything, then her pain had nothing to do with him. Since it had nothing to do with him, then what was the point of staying here?

As he thought of this, he once again patted away her hand coldly and stood up from the ground.

Lan Xinyue felt dizzy, and all the blood in her body was running wildly against the flow. She felt a heatwave that she had never felt before, a disgusting and sweet feeling that made her want to vomit. She wanted to lie down and rest.

She chased after him, her figure swaying. Under the bright light, Leng Mubai's figure became blurry and indistinct. Only the sound of a key could be heard.

He had to go, drink so much, and drive away? No, no, you can't. Something will happen to you!

She lowered her head and endured the surging sweetness as she stumbled along the table, feeling her way along the familiar direction in her head. Her voice was weak and weak: "Senior, don't go, I was wrong, I really was wrong, I shouldn't have said that, I should have told Little Jie, you were good to me. I should tell you that my heart is already closing in on you. "I should also tell you, no matter what happened in the past, I will only think of you in the future. I will only bear children for you. If you want a few, I will give birth to a few for you …"

His eyes were filled with vigor as he reached behind him and hugged him from behind. With what little strength he had left, he begged, "Senior, don't go. Don't leave like this. I will worry about you. Don't go …"

Tears of grievance rolled down from his eyes. She had understood his fear, his calculation, all of it. She did not ask for a name, and he could even give it up, but he wanted her to have his existence in his heart …

It was finally her turn to speak. No matter if it was true or false, he finally had the hope of struggling on. He couldn't leave, so he could only turn around and hug her tightly. Tears fell from his eyes and dripped onto her snow-white neck.

The choked voice conveyed his undying heart, "Xin Yue, I love you very much. I love you just like before, and this love has never changed. You abandon me, I really hate you, and I really want to torture you, but I can't do it, every time I see you, I'm happy, even more wishing I could split the time into two and enjoy it. That day, I didn't intentionally insult Little Jie. I was jealous, jealous that Little Jie was his, not mine. I also want a child like that, a child that belongs to us … "

In the opposite room, Little Jie, who was lying on the bed and eavesdropping on the recording, was in tears. He should feel happy, should feel gratified that there was a man like this who loved Mommy, a man like this who thirsted for him.

Weaving and Tong Zheng were both filled with emotions as they looked through the telescope. Love was originally beautiful, but there were a few people like the second young master who loved him to the fullest, making everyone moved by him …

She tried her best to hold back the sweet and fishy feeling that surged up to her heart as she painfully nodded her head, "I know, I will learn even more. I will do my best to keep up with your footsteps. Senior, give me some more time to organize the space in my heart, okay? "

"Good, good, good …" In one breath, he repeatedly said many good things. He was willing to wait. As long as she was willing to come to his side and dance with him, he would be willing to wait eight to ten years for his entire life.

Lan Xinyue heaved a sigh of relief. It was finally over. It was finally over. She could finally rest. She felt very uncomfortable. Her head was splitting, her body was burning, and her blood was flowing backwards. It was very sweet …

She couldn't stand it anymore and didn't have the strength to stand up as she gently pushed him away. She wanted to say sleep, but when she opened her mouth, the sweet taste that she forcefully held in her throat surged forth unstoppable. Like a surging wave, it sprayed onto Leng Mubai's chest, dying him in a mass of black peony.

Leng Mubai was so frightened that his pupils dilated by several times as he looked on in disbelief.

Weaving and Tong Zheng stood at attention at the same time, their backs stiff. Small Soybean Pouch sat up straight from the bed, but Bao Xiao rushed straight into the hall, using Little Soybean Packet's special telescope to stare at them.

Lan Xinyue vomited blood. The blood she vomited was so black that not a single trace of red could be seen. If this wasn't poison, then what was it?

"Xin Yue, Xin Yue …" Lan Xinyue's strength seemed to have dispersed as she knelt down weakly. Her consciousness hovered between being conscious and being unconscious. Leng Mubai hastily held her as an anxious roar filled the entire room. It was a complete panic.

Lan Xinyue could hear his voice, but she was powerless to answer. She opened her eyes and looked. Her vision became hazy as figures flashed, twisted, and distorted in front of her …

"Uncle Wan, Xin Yue came back, but she was poisoned. Hurry and get Doctor Jing to the hospital, I'll send her there right away. She has A-type blood. Tell the blood bank to prepare her …"

"Miao Qin Xin, hurry and come out. We're going to the hospital from the Central North Road. Xin Yue's been poisoned …"

"Yan Cheng, I've found my wife. Bring all the antidotes you have on hand to the Peace Hospital and take my dad's elevator. Don't let anyone else find out about this …"

"Xin Yue, hold on. We'll go to the hospital right now. Nothing will happen, I won't let anything happen to you …" After arranging the important matters, Leng Mubai, in his bloodstained pajamas, carried Lan Xinyue and rushed out of the room.

Lan Xinyue laid in his embrace, her arms hanging down as she weakly shook her body. Her eyes were wide open, unable to see anything, unable to see anything. She could only widen her eyes little by little, silently …