C7

Shen Qing'er faintly felt that something terrible had happened, and looked towards Uncle Lin. Uncle Lin looked worriedly at Shen Qing'er. These roses were planted by the Madam when she was alive and even the Young Master wasn't willing to part with them. He actually let Shen Qing'er pluck them off.

Seeing the painful and twisted expression on Ye Yi Hang's face, Uncle Lin felt the seriousness of the situation and held Shen Qing'er's hand worriedly. Young Master, don't be angry, she's just a child and doesn't know anything. Quickly, Qing'er, quickly apologize to Young Master, and say that you didn't intentionally pluck the Madam's roses, quickly tell Young Master that you're not sorry, and quickly say it! "

"Ah!" Shen Qing'er exclaimed. She didn't expect that the rose that made her brother happy was actually planted by his mother. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Brother Yidan, I just wanted to make you happy. I didn't expect it to be like this. I didn't expect it to be like this …"

Ye Yi Hang stared at Shen Qing'er. His grave and stern face was long since distorted by anger. His pair of deep and cold eyes turned red.

"You little devil, you …" Her drunkard father had caused him to lose his loved ones, and now even the rose he had used to think about his mother had been plucked from her, so how could she continue to torture him?

Finally, Ye Yi Hang couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed Shen Qing'er's arm and pushed her back heavily.

Ah!" Shen Qing'er exclaimed and pushed him down the stairs.

Seeing Shen Qing'er tumbling down the stairs, Ye Yi Hang remembered that behind her was a tall staircase. He was stunned for a moment.

Shen Qing'er rolled down the stairs and hit the corner of the wall with her head.

Shen Qing'er only felt a sharp pain on her forehead. She could only feel blood seeping into her eyes. The pain was so great that she couldn't even cry.

"What?" Uncle Lin exclaimed. Heavens, Qing'er. " Hurriedly running downstairs, he picked up Shen Qing'er, only to see that a large part of her forehead had been cut, and blood was gushing out.

"Qing'er, are you alright?" Uncle Lin's heart ached as he looked at the injured girl. This time, even he felt that the young master had gone too far.

Shen Qing'er bit her lips tightly, refusing to let herself cry. She looked with great difficulty at Ye Yi Hang, who was staring coldly at her from upstairs. Tears welled up in her eyes. Brother Yidan, I'm sorry, I... I really just want to make you happy. I don't want to see you unhappy all day. I just want you happy. "

Ye Yi Hang looked at Shen Qing'er's flickering tears and listened to her words. He didn't know where in his heart he was moved. Why would he be happy? Her father had killed his parents, causing him to fall from the heaven of happiness to the hell of pain, and yet the daughter of the murderer actually said something that she didn't want to make him unhappy. Wasn't this the biggest and funniest joke in the world?

Finally, Ye Yihang let out a cold snort. He no longer looked at Shen Qing'er who was injured, turned around and left without looking back. He didn't even realize that when he turned around, his dark and cold eyes were actually somewhat moist.

Shen Qing'er looked at Ye Yi Hang's back as he left and felt so sad. The tears in her eyes mixed with the blood on her forehead flowed down, causing her to faint due to the intense pain.

"How is she?"

After not seeing Shen Qing'er for a few days, Ye Yi Hang unexpectedly asked about her.

"Yes," Uncle Lin carefully replied as he saw his cold face without a trace of warmth. Qing'er fell from upstairs and broke her head. The doctor said that Qing'er may have suffered a slight concussion and was in a bad state. "

Hearing Uncle Lin's words, a cold smile appeared on Ye Yi Hang's stern face.

The thought of that hateful little devil lying on his bed, moaning in pain, made him feel very relieved.

Her father had killed his parents and changed his life, and he wanted the daughter of the terrible driver to pay for it with the pain of his life.

Once he was done with what he was doing, Ye Yi Hang drove to the hospital. He really wanted to see the pitiful look on the smiling little devil's face right now.

He passed through the corridor of the hospital and looked through the gap between the doors of the ward. However, what made him disappointed was that what he saw was not Shen Qing'er's pitiful appearance.

Even though Shen Qing Er's head and arms were bandaged, a sweet smile still appeared on her face. A few children from the same ward were curiously surrounding Shen Qing Er's bed. It was unknown what she was talking about, but they would occasionally let out cheerful laughter.

In this monotonous ward, not only did it not feel cold at all, but because of the naive laughter of the children, it was filled with a warm and dedicated feeling.