Xie Yu gave him the porridge and said to the outside, "bring the medicine in."

The people outside took the medicine in with fear.

Xie Yu took the medicine which smelled slightly bitter, bowed his head and blew it. Then he squeezed Fu Sheng's jaw again and poured it on him.

After pouring the medicine, Xie Yu threw the bowl on the table and wiped the medicine juice from the corners of his mouth for Fu Sheng with drooping eyes.

The warm finger abdomen carries a current.

Fu Sheng suddenly remembered the kiss that dragonfly bit the water last night.

His eyelashes flashed. When Xie Yu was about to turn around and leave, he grabbed his sleeve.

Xie Yu's face changed. He shook him off. He patted his sleeve coldly, "what are you doing?"

Fu Sheng put his hands on the soft bed, looked up at him and said, "Xie Yu, you like me."

The guards outside the cell raised their eyes abruptly.

Xie Yu immediately changed his face. His forehead was blue and his face was cold like the Luocha who came out of hell to ask for his life. He said, "nonsense."

Fu Sheng's face turned white and white. He held his hands there and looked at him. He was so weak that he seemed to faint at any time. "Am I talking nonsense? You know the most clearly."

He never said a word since he saw it.

He stood upright in front of Fu Sheng's bed and was silent for a long time before he reached out and patted his sleeve. "He's crazy. Find him a doctor."

Finish saying to turn to leave, but was pulled by Fu Sheng again.

Xie Yu steps a meal, the head also does not return ground to say in a cold voice, "let go."

Fu Sheng didn't mean to let go. He took Xie Yu and asked in a low voice, "why did you kill your father?"

Xie Yu's breath cooled down in an instant. He turned around, raised his hand and broke Fu Sheng's fingers bit by bit. His voice was very deep and heavy, as if he was enduring something. "I said it, because he should die."

Fu Sheng looked up at him, his voice trembled violently, "did you kill him because of me?"

Xie Yu's action stopped for a moment. It's all in a mess.

Fu Sheng raised his hand again, looked at him and asked, "is it because he knows what you think of me, so you...

speaking of this, Fu Sheng did not go on.

He was afraid that he would be the sinner who killed his father.

Xie Yu closed his eyes and said coldly, "No."

Fu Sheng was suddenly relieved.

No, just not.

It's not the father he killed.

He didn't kill the father.

Xie Yu glanced at him and left again.

Fu Sheng held him again, "then why did you kill your father?"

Xie Yu didn't intend to answer this question. This time, he didn't soften his hand and left him.

Why did he kill Fu Zhe in the end? I'll leave it to later.

How much is the degree of favor now? Is it useful?

It's no use saying so much.

After Xie Yu walked out of Fu Sheng's cell, someone followed him.

He is the bodyguard guarding Fu Sheng.

The bodyguard looked at him cautiously, with no words.

Does his general really like men?

I also like the man in the cell...

I should like it. I don't like being so kind to him. I give him so many expensive medicines every day. At night, when he is asleep, I quietly give him the real Qi to plant his own allergic Jasmine in the yard...

I don't like it