"What's there to apologize for? You've bleeded, and I've bleeded too, so I'll get even!" An Yurou shook her hand.

"Get flat, right?" The man suddenly turned over and overwhelmed her, then rode on her and raised his fist, "Taste the taste of my fist, come and tell me to go flat!"

"Ahhhhh...Help!"

Wow! The sound was like killing a pig. Du Ziteng, who was not asleep at ease, rolled off the bed, and didn't bother to wear slippers, and rushed to An Yurou's room.

There was no one in the room, he glittered his eyes, and suddenly the sound was coming from the upstairs, and he rushed upstairs as if he was flying. The speed could not be imagined that he was the man who had been sleeping in the bed before.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open, but the scene in front of him suddenly stopped, and his hand was panicked to the door frame, stabilizing his shaking figure.

It's going to kiss you! This is not a "pig killing", is this a flirting, or what?

A little woman with gauze on her head was hugging and rolling on the bed with a big man in white pajamas. I wonder if the eldest young master had shed too much blood, why did he always be overwhelmed by the little woman?

"You... don't fight!" He couldn't understand. The little girl slept well on the second floor. Why did she fight with the eldest master when she went to the third floor?

"go out!"

Good, the man who was pressed by the little woman actually yelled at him with a red face.

Du Ziteng paused, Jier shook his head, as if he had understood something, raised his lips and smiled, and waved, "Okay, I'll go out, you guys continue, but be gentle, don't beat him up and bleeding!"

"Hey, Brother Du, wait!" The little woman saw him closing the door and wanted to slip out of the bed.

However, it was not so easy for her to escape. The man hugged his arms and turned over easily, and then he pushed her over again. This time, it was not so easy to talk to.

His eyes turned red, and a flame ignited in his eyes. His hands were tugging and swinging, and the little woman slipped.

"Ahhh..." An Yurou's intestines were regretful. She shouldn't have come to peek at him. This man opened his eyes and was a demon.

That's right, it's a demon! He's crazy!

I chewed her face, gnawed her lips, gnawed from her face to her chest...

The little woman struggled, so he pulled up a tie on the bed, grabbed her hands and tied her firmly. So she was like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered, allowing the man to pinch and rub it on the bed.

Look for yourself, look for yourself...

The moment An Yurou was shocked by the man and lost her mind, she scolded herself in her heart.

Her head was so dizzy that she couldn't wake up. An Yurou turned over and hit her tight chest with her hands, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

"Ah!" Seeing Mu Qingyu looking at him with his black eyes open, An Yurou retreated in shock.

Seeing her reaction, Mu Qingyu's eyes turned cold, his thin lips bent, and he mocked: "I got on my bed in the middle of the night, and he pretended to be surprised?"

An Yurou felt upset and blushed, "Don't talk like that! I'm not in your bed."

"No? You're so embarrassed to say no?" The man didn't give her face at all.

An Yurou choked and pouted before she bravely admitted, "Yes, I'm here, but you've thought it wrong!"

Mu Qingyu lowered his eyes, and his eyes moved evilly toward her half-exposed Jiaoying. An Yurou was stunned and found that the blanket fell to her waist and the spring light was exposed. She quickly pulled the blanket and wrapped it around her body.

She pulled the whole blanket over with such a strong force.

As a result... the man was bare and bare.

"Give it to me!" The man was so ungraceful. He actually snatched the blanket with the little woman. The little woman didn't let go and gritted her teeth and greeted the man's cold gaze provocatively...

Do you think I am really afraid of you? Haven’t you heard that the more you fight, the more you become braver? As soon as I entered the Mu family compound, I was bullied by you and Fan Lili enough.

Therefore, in life, I still have to adhere to the unchanging principle of "If someone does not offend me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, I will offend others" for thousands of years.

"I won't give it to me, right?" The man's hand grabbed a corner of the blanket.

Today is the weekend, and this man seems to be quite patient. He is very useless and has been experiencing a waste of time with the little woman.

"Ahhh... you are not a man!" When the little woman was pushed to the ground by the big man, her mouth began to curse again.

The blanket was easily snatched by the man. She quickly got up and threw herself onto the bed again. Finally, the two of them fought again.

"Hiss..." Accidentally, the man's finger hooked the gauze wrapped around her head.

"Oh!" The gauze was stained with scabs, and when it was pulled, the scar cracked again and the blood immediately flowed down.

Mu Qingyu sat up, hurriedly grabbed the gauze, and quickly pressed it on her forehead.

He stared at his eyes, the emotions in his eyes changed constantly, his expression was obviously very nervous, and An Yurou patted his hand in anger.

"What are you moving? Be honest!" he roared.

An Yurou was stunned. Why did this be so familiar? Her clear eyes slid over a hint of confusion. She looked up at him. Mu Qingyu's black eyes flashed, avoiding her gaze.

He began to reband her, with gentle gestures and focused eyes. After two rounds, he tied a knot in the back of her head.

An Yurou grabbed the blanket with both hands and pulled the spring light on her chest, her eyes staring at his face without any flash, her heart was rippling, and her taste was sour and sour.

What kind of man is he? He is good or bad, and he can't understand him.

After Mu Qingyu tied her up, he gently lifted her chin.

There was a trace of blood on her white little face, her clear eyes were as clear as black pearls, a small nose, a small mouth, and a charming face. With the wrapping of gauze, it was even more pity and cherishing.

His heart suddenly became as messy as wheatgrass, and it was so messy that it hurt and annoying.

He stared at it for a while, and stopped turning his face and pushed her away, pulled up his pajamas that fell to the ground, and walked straight towards the bathroom.

An Yurou looked at his back in confusion. After a while, she got out of bed, took one of his black shirts on the clothes hanger, and walked out of the room.

After Mu Qingyu went downstairs to have breakfast, An Yurou came down. When Zhenzhen saw the gauze on her head was stained with blood, she immediately dragged her into the small room, applied medicine to her, and changed into a clean gauze.

Mu Qingyu did not go out today, and Du Ziteng did not go out with An Yurou because he had been very busy and was busy discussing with Mrs. Lan to make blood-enhancing soup.

The blood-enhancing nutrition soup was for Mu Qingyu to drink, but he couldn't finish it, so An Yurou also got a small bowl.

Because she couldn't go out, An Yurou was in a bad mood. She kept sitting in the room in the afternoon, playing the violin, and then staring blankly with her cell phone.

Yesterday, he just called An Yanan, which made Mu Qingyu so angry that An Yurou didn't dare to use his cell phone to call him again.

what to do?
Chapter completed!