"..." Xuewei hurriedly looked away and lowered her head. Guan Qiyou's deep and complicated eyes made Xuewei involuntarily nervous, and her heartbeat accelerated in vain.
But even with her head lowered, Xuewei could still feel Guan Qiyou's dagger-like gaze resting on her nakedly, and even the slightest change in her mood could not escape his eyes.
She felt that she was completely invisible in front of him.
Guan Qiyou didn't seem to mind her deliberate neglect, and his smile deepened. He walked to Xuewei in a few steps and said, "Stay here obediently. It's not appropriate for you to go to school or go home now. Wait until your face
Once your injury is healed, I will naturally take you away."
Xuewei still maintained her original expression without any reaction, but her little hands were clutching the collar of her clothes tightly from beginning to end, with a bit of strength, and her slender finger joints turned pale.
"You seem to be very nervous?" Guan Qiyou bent his legs, squatted down, and looked level with Xuewei sitting on the sofa. He stared at her scarred and dilapidated little face, as if there was no trace of softness, but instead
Every sentence is full of jokes.
"Yes, I am very nervous. If Master Guan's memory is not bad, he will not forget who caused the injury on my face?" Xuewei bit her lower lip fiercely, regardless of the pain on her lip.
He said with difficulty concealing his anger.
Unexpectedly, Guan Qiyou was not angry. He slowly approached Xuewei's ear and said with a sarcastic smile: "Haha, yes, I have never denied the things I, Guan Qiyou, have done. But even if
If that’s the case, what can you do?”
"You..." Xuewei looked at Guan Qiyou angrily, but didn't know how to refute him.
Guan Qiyou completely ignored her reaction. He stood up and ordered her: "I'll go out for a while. You stay here honestly. Don't think about playing tricks, otherwise... you will look good."
Guan Qiyou turned and walked out of the room. There was a sound of locking outside the door. Xuewei was shocked. She endured the pain and ran to the door and turned the door lock. As expected, Guan Qiyou locked the door from the outside.
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Xuewei slammed the door angrily and shouted loudly: "Hey, Guan Qiyou, why are you locking the door? Open the door quickly, why do you lock me up?" She shouted almost with all her strength.
, the small palm slapped the wooden door loudly, making it swollen and painful.
But there was no response from outside the door. Xuewei pulled the door hard again and shouted "Guan Qiyou" several times. There was silence outside the door. Then the sound of a car engine came from the yard downstairs. Xuewei
She hurried to the window and saw the swaggering Bugatti heading outside like an arrow. She could only vaguely see Guan Qiyou's back in the cab. In the blink of an eye, the car disappeared from sight.
Xuewei slowly walked back to the bed, frowned in thought, and sat on the edge of the bed.
She didn't know where Guan Qiyou had gone, but he had obviously imprisoned her. Although he said he wanted her to recover from the injuries on her face here, it was nothing to lock her up like this.
?
Touching the scars on her face, especially the swollen lips, Xuewei knew in her heart that she would not be able to recover for a few days. However, this could not be the reason for him to lock her up. All of this was because of his concern for Qiyou.
Why did he act as the savior instead? It seemed like everything was her fault.