"Sick?" Qin Muzhao frowned: "You had nothing to do at noon, why did you get sick all of a sudden?"
Qin Hansheng didn't say anything, and Sister-in-law Jing behind him said: "Master, my wife has cold urticaria. It is probably caused by the hard work of taking care of the master last night, weakened immunity, and the cold at night. It was a little bit worse in the morning.
The symptoms appeared, but my wife didn’t pay attention to it, and went to the mountains and forests to blow in the wind, which made the symptoms more serious. After seeing the doctor at noon, I advised my wife to stay in the room, away from the wind, and take good care of herself, otherwise the condition will only become more serious.”
"Oh, really?" Qin Muzhen took a step forward, "I'll go see her!"
Qin Hansheng stood in front of him: "It's so late. Since Xia Tong is sleeping, you shouldn't disturb her. She is a patient and needs a good rest."
"Dad, get out of the way!" Qin Muzhen walked up to him and said coldly: "I must see her today!"
"Master, you just don't believe what I said?" Sister-in-law Jing said, "I'm just a servant. Master, I don't have to take it lightly, but master, don't you take me down either?"
Sister Jing's words made it clear that she was using Qin Han's birthright as a fox to fake the power of a tiger. Qin Mu looked at her with eyes full of sharpness and displeasure.
At this time, Qin Hansheng laughed: "It's not impossible to see her..."
Sister-in-law Jing was stunned: "Master..." Qin Hansheng waved his hand to stop and continued: "It's just that the wind and cold are heavy at night. If you open the door and see the wind, I'm afraid it will be harmful to Xia Tong's illness. It's better to wait until
How about we meet again tomorrow at noon when the sun is shining and the temperature is rising?"
Qin Muzhen stood there without saying anything. Sister-in-law Jing said: "Master, this is the biggest concession I can make. I am also thinking about my health. Do you want to see my illness getting worse and worse?"
Qin Muzhen said: "Since my father has said this, my son doesn't want to be too disobedient." He paused: "But I want to have a few words with her through the door now, is that okay?"
Qin Hansheng stepped away: "Of course."
The expression on Qin Mujue's face relaxed and he strode towards the second floor. Sister-in-law Jing waved to the large circle of servants on the first floor and said, "Okay, everyone, let's go back and rest. What's going on tonight?
No one is allowed to talk too much. If I find out who dares to talk in private, pack up your things immediately and get out of Zuofeng Mountain!"
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In the room, Xia Tong fell to the ground, feeling a burning pain on his face, as if something was tearing along the surface of the skin and gradually rotting inside.
She wanted to find a mirror, but couldn't find it. She could only fumble to the window and grab the bright glass. She opened her eyes wide, but could only see a blurry outline.
There was a deep fear that spread from her heart. She kept breathing, but every breath was like swallowing a nail, nailing her internal organs.
There was only one thought in my mind: What on earth happened?
Until a pistol was pressed against the back of his head, and through the glass, Xia Tong saw an old and hollow face, that of the mute.
"The young master is here." She actually spoke, but her voice was hoarse and dull, which was scary.
Xia Tong's heart, which was on the verge of drying up, jumped up again with these four words, but she sank to the bottom in an instant: "Wait a moment, if you dare to say the wrong thing, you should know what will happen? Not only you,
And Miss Guaiba, no one can escape."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud knock on the door, and a very familiar voice came from outside the door: "Xia Tong, are you in there? Speak quickly!"
The owner of the voice seemed a little impatient, banging on the door all the time, and in the end almost shouted: "Xia Tong, answer me if you hear it. I am Mu Jie, answer me!"
Xia Tong sat on the ground and glanced blankly at the mute next to her, then looked at the door, hope flashing in her eyes. She stood up and stumbled towards the door: "It's me, Mu Jue, it's me!"
When he was about to reach the door, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground. With the last bit of strength, he crawled to the door. He put his ear to the door and said to the person outside: "Mu Jue, it's me, I'm Xia Tong, I'm
…….”
As soon as she opened her mouth, the cold pistol once again touched her temple like a nightmare. Before she could say a word, the cold stuff was blocked in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.
"Xia Tong, what happened to you?" Seeing her quiet down, Qin Mujie's voice outside the door suddenly became louder.
“Ms.
Sick? She is sick? They lied to him and said, she is sick?
Xia Tong held her face in her hands and felt the rough and uneven texture in her palms, and the fear in her heart became even more intense.
"Xia Tong, what happened to you?" The man's cold voice was filled with nervousness.
"I...I..." As if she was afraid that he would see her ugliness at the moment, she covered her face with her collar and said hesitantly: "I am indeed sick..."
"What disease?" he asked sharply.
She was speechless. She didn't know what to say. The pistol on the back of her head made her mind confused.
"Open the door and let me in." He slammed the door, "Let me see you..."
"No!" Xia Tong refused instinctively, covering her face with a tighter hand.
Don't... don't... don't come in, she doesn't want him to see her embarrassment and ugliness at the moment...
Qin Hansheng's laughter came from outside the door: "Look Mu Jue, it's not that my father didn't let you in to see her on purpose. It's just that this child does have cold urticaria, and the skin on his body will become red and spots when exposed to wind, Xia Tong
I don’t want you to be too worried after watching it. How about waiting until the temperature gets warmer during the day before you can meet again?”
Xia Tong was sitting on the ground inside the door, biting his lips until they almost lost their color, and his body was shaking constantly.
No... no... it's not what Qin Hansheng said at all, but now she can't protect herself, and Guaiguai's life is in Qin Hansheng's hands. She has no other choice but to shut up...
In particular, she is now forced to take the devil. She will only become uglier and uglier in the future, and will be entangled in this fatal drug addiction for half her life. If she lacks willpower, she may die without a burial place.
She will only drag him down, she will only drag him down...
Suddenly, Qin Mujue's voice suddenly dropped: "I don't believe it, I don't believe anyone's words! Xia Tong, tell me with your own lips, what's going on with you?" He knocked on the door and shouted: "Xia Tong
Tong, I want you to tell me personally, what is going on?!"