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Is he hurt?

How did he do it?

I frowned, my heart full of worry. Subconsciously, I picked up my phone to call Shu Qiao, but just as I was about to dial, I immediately put it down.

I closed the computer and pointed to the custom-made one that Lou Shaotang had given me on her left hand. Xiao Xue was puzzled, "Madam, why do you always wear this? This coat that mister bought for you is also very pretty, why don't you wear it? " He raised the rubber-collared coat on her right hand.

"I don't like that color."

I made up a reason. I don't like anything Di Jin bought for me, I haven't even touched it.

"Fine." Xiao Xue helplessly curled her lips, put the coat on her left hand onto the bed, then hung Di Jin's coat back into the wardrobe.

After I changed, I went downstairs.

The living room was decorated to smell of Christmas. A Christmas tree decorated with apples, small paper flowers, ribbons, and other ornaments was placed beside the fireplace. At the top of the tree was a small angel. Next to the tree was a Christmas manger decorated with colored little people from many biblical stories. This is the tradition of the French for Christmas, in honor of the birth of Jesus.

Di Jin and Yvonne were already in the living room. Di Jin sat on the sofa, holding Nino and teasing him. The smile on his face was warm and affectionate. There was no trace of the usual viciousness in his body. He really did look like an elder who loved his children.

He looked up and saw me. He got up and walked over to me. It's cold out today. "

I ignored him with a cold face.

"I'll get it for you." Still smiling, he turned Nino over to Yvonne and went upstairs.

As his figure disappeared up the stairs, Yvonne's smiling face fell. "Can you look better with that smelly face of yours?"

I was just going to tease Nino when I heard this.

Normally, I would be amiable towards her, but at this moment, I can't smile anymore.

"Will you laugh at someone you hate?" I asked back unhappily.

"Nope." Yvonne instantly changed her tone. "But today is a holiday, and my brother suffered such heavy injuries in order to save you. Can't you pretend to make him feel better?"

"He asked for it." I was unmoved.

Yvonne choked for a second, "Yes, he asked for it. I know you hate him, but things have already gotten to this point. Since you can't change it, why fight against me and my brother!?" Will you continue to live like this in the future? for Rui Rui to live in a family environment full of hatred? "

Without waiting for my response, she continued, "Tu Ying, even if you don't care about yourself, you should consider Rui Rui. Do you know how much damage it would do to the child's heart if one side saw that one side saw the other side as an enemy and did not love their parents?"

I was slightly surprised, not only because I had never thought about what she had said, but also because she sounded as if she had been through all this before.

I didn't say anything as I looked at the beautiful face which had retracted its cold arrogance, and which had a hint of pain to it.

Realizing that she had lost control of her emotions, Yvonne immediately took a deep breath and calmed herself down, saying, "Tu Ying, if you knew what happened to my brother, perhaps you would no longer hate him so much. Instead, you would pity him."

"He's pitiful?" Hearing that, I immediately laughed coldly, and grief filled my heart, "Then what about Lou Shaotang? Isn't he pitiful? "

My tears fell with the words.

Yvonne was speechless. After a moment, she let out a soft sigh, feeling powerless.

"My brother has indeed done a lot of things to hurt you and Lou Shaotang, but his love for you is also real. If it wasn't for him loving you too much, he wouldn't be so ruthless." She defended Di Jin, then after saying that, she paused, pursed her lips, and said: "Tu Ying, on the account that he was infatuated with you, let's not throw our faces at him again for one day, alright?" "Because today is not just a holiday for my brother. It has a special meaning."

Her eyes were rimmed with red, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

I didn't know what she meant by "today's special meaning" to Di Jin, but from her expression, I knew that it must be something that caused her and Di Jin to feel extremely saddened.

Even if her heart was as cold as ice, when she saw her face filled with deep grief, it would still slightly soften.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks and stopped talking.

"Step, step, step ~ ~ ~"

Footsteps came from the stairs, which made me look over. Di Jin came down from upstairs with a beige checked cashmere scarf in his hand.

This scarf was bought for me when we went to the Old Buddha a few days ago. It was my favorite brand. I actually had a lot of scarves and didn't need them at all, but he said this one was perfect for my coat, so he bought it despite my refusal.

He came up to me and offered to help me carry him.

"I'll do it myself." This time, I did not unceremoniously wave his hand away. My voice was still cold, but it wasn't as cold as before.

Di Jin was slightly surprised for a moment, "Alright." With a smile of delight, he handed me the scarf.

I took it and brought it to my neck.

"Let's go." He told Yvonne and me that he was in a better mood than the weather outside.

helped me put on my hat once again. I was about to lift my hand to take it off when I saw Yvonne's sincere eyes, and thus put down my hand.

"Hungry? Would you like some biscuit pads first? " he asked me.

He asked this because it was almost eight o'clock, and the French Christmas dinner didn't start until after Mass, and he was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep up with my hunger.

But I had a lot of lunch.

I shook my head.

Di Jin smiled and helped me straighten my hair, which had been messed up by the wind. He then opened the door and let Yvonne and I sit in the passenger seat.

We were supposed to ride separately, but because it was so close and only five minutes away, Yvonne didn't want to bother, so she took the car with us.

Soon, they arrived at the church.

It wasn't the first time I'd been to church, but it was the first time I'd attended a religious ceremony like this.

Mass is the most important and most widely held rite in the Holy Church. Its aim is to be the holy blood of the Holy Body, to offer sacrifice to the Lord, to express worship, gratitude, prayer, and atonement to the Lord, and to derive from the Last Supper of the New Testament.

According to the Gospels, Jesus, during the evening meal on the eve of the crucifixion, took the bread and wine and thanked them for their blessings. He turned the bread and wine into his sacred blood, gave it to his disciples to eat and drink, and ordered them to do so in memory of him. After dinner, Jesus was delivered, tormented, crucified, and sacrificed his life.

As soon as I entered the church, I saw a group of about seven or eight people walking towards me. My eyelids twitched when I saw one of them.

It was Di Jin.

Both of his arms were cast in plaster, his head was also wrapped in gauze, and there was a neck brace around his neck. His originally vicious killing intent had faded quite a bit, but his anger was still written all over his face.

He looked at the foreign men who walked in front of them, and his lips curled in a grim smile.

I looked at the man he was looking at with an unexplained uneasiness in my heart. The man was nearly sixty years old, and his looks made me think of Malone Brando in The Godfather.

Di Jin stopped, and Yvonne and I stopped, and they walked towards us.

Seeing Di Jin's respectful attitude as he greeted the old man, Yvonne respectfully greeted him as well. I guessed that this person was one of the elders in her family.

The man did not reply Di Jin, but looked at me. His hawk-like, dark grey eyes shone with a sinister light, his expression solemn and serious.

My hand clenched involuntarily, and my heart pounded in my chest.

Di Jin saw the slight fear in my heart and held my hand. As if struck by lightning, I took it out and put it in my pocket.

All of this did not escape the old man's eyes. He retracted his gaze from my face and looked at Di Jin, then said a few words to him. Hearing his words, it sounded like a warning to him.

Di Jin didn't take it seriously at all and brought Yvonne and me to sit in a seat on the right side of the table.

When we were seated, I looked at them again. His cousin was watching us as we talked to the old man.

The old man looked at me without expression, then at my bulging belly, and I felt a sudden chill, and involuntarily I pulled up my collar and put my other hand on my belly.

"Is it cold?" Seeing that, Di Jin asked me with concern.

I turned my attention back to him and shook my head.

Di Jin laughed and comforted her: "It will end soon." He reached out to take my hand, but he pulled it back halfway through.

I didn't want to ask, but I was too nervous, so I asked him, "Who was that person?"

Di Jin smiled, "My uncle." His voice was low and emotionless, and when I frowned at him, he added, "He is my mother's brother."

When he said "mother," his face was filled with a faint sadness, and the depths of his eyes seemed to have a faint watery glow in them.

I didn't mind it much, so I asked again: "Your hands, Biao Xiong, were it you who did it?"