Chapter 4210

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know whether he was lucky or had to believe, he breathed a long sigh of relief, "It's fine if it's not, it's fine if it's not."

She knew too well that once Qin Wuyan said "yes", there would be a gap between her and Qin Wuyan that would never be bridged in this lifetime.

Their feelings will also be exhausted bit by bit, and in the end, they can only become a pair of resentful couples. The worst plan is that you will die.

Seeing her like this, Qin Wuyan couldn't help supporting her head, leaning on his shoulder, and slowed down his voice: "I already sent people to search for her along the way that day, and I will definitely find your brother. Give me some more time.

You take good care of it in the mansion, don't run around anymore. "

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't say a word, just as acquiesced.

The carriage staggered all the way back to the priest's residence, Qin Wuyan jumped out of the carriage, wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu in his cloak, and carried her to the residence.

Zhuang Qingyun stood at the window of the study, watching this scene with cold eyes, and was so angry that he got a headache.

Crazy, really crazy!

Zhuang Qingyun couldn't figure it out, Qin Wuyan was such a rational person, he knew from the beginning that his enemy was from the Zhuang family, why would he allow himself to fall in love with Zhuang Xiaoyu.

If you love it, just love it, and love it so much that it's out of control, to the point where it's her.

There are so many women in this world, even though Min Huizhu is unclean, she still loves him to the point of death, why does Qin Wuyan feel disgusted even by taking a second glance, and even...

Zhuang Qingyun closed the window, out of sight.

Back in the bedroom, Zhuang Xiaoyu was sitting in a wheelchair, and the nurse put the brazier beside Zhuang Xiaoyu, "Miss, let's warm up by the fire."

Qin Wuyan looked at the unfinished clothes, shoes and socks she made for himself, "The Lantern Festival is coming soon, can you sew these underwear for me in time?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu glanced blankly, then nodded: "I'll try my best."

Qin Wuyan patted her head, and left under the urging of the guards.

The nurse picked up the needle and thread: "Miss, if you don't want to sew, you can leave it to the old slave. The old slave is good at doing this kind of work."

Zhuang Xiaoyu shook her head: "No, my stitches are not good, he can tell at a glance, let me do it."

A needle pierced through the white cotton cloth, but also stabbed Zhuang Xiaoyu's finger, leaving a small round blood mark on the white cotton cloth.

The nurse hurried to get the ointment, but Zhuang Xiaoyu just stared at the needle hole on her finger for a while, then put her finger in her mouth and squeezed it, and then started to sew again as if nothing had happened...

The stitches were too messy, Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the twisted needle thread, picked up the scissors and cut off the end of the thread.

When the nanny came in, she saw Zhuang Xiaoyu holding scissors and thought she was going to cut clothes, so she was terrified and stopped quickly: "Miss, I finally sewed so much, why are you all..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu put down her needle and thread, "I'll be in a better mood someday, let's do it again, help me to lie on the bed for a while."

The nurse had just helped Zhuang Xiaoyu to lie down on the bed, when she heard the voice of the butler from the bedroom door: "Miss, the young master is back, woo..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly sat up from the bed, and was about to go out after throwing off the quilt: "My elder brother is back? Is it true?"

The nurse hurriedly held her down: "Miss, don't worry about your feet at this moment..."

The butler's voice was intermittent: "It's true, it's just..."

The butler's throat was choked, and he cried, "Miss, please be sorry!"

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."