"Chen'er!" Mrs. Qingyou watched Beichen enter the city and subconsciously wanted to chase him.
Bei Shuihan rushed over and grabbed her arm, "You'er, no!"
"Shuihan?" Mrs. Qingyou turned her face and looked at Bei Shuihan, "What on earth is going on? How could Chen'er do this?"
Bei Shuihan looked at Beichen who was getting further away and sighed, "No matter what, at least he is still alive. Follow him and entertain him well. Don't let him hurt Zi Tong. I'll go see the dragon."
"Okay." Mrs. Qingyou agreed and left.
"You'er!" Bei Shuihan's hand did not relax, "Don't anger him. You have to remember that he doesn't recognize us now."
Mrs. Qingyou frowned and nodded, and immediately a group of men rushed over to catch up. Bei Shuihan turned around and rushed out of the city, landed next to Lan Yinshui, and helped him up.
"In Xia Beishuihan, he is Beichen's father, who are you?"
"I have met Master Bei. I am Beichen and Zitong's classmate and friend, Lan Yinshui." Lan Yinshui was busy greeting him.
"How is he?" Bei Shuihan looked at Weiyang who was trapped by the barrier in the distance.
"It hurts the heart." Lan Yinshui frowned, "If it is not treated in time, otherwise... it will be more serious than bad."
Bei Shuihan looked at the barrier with flashing purple light, and then looked at Beichen's men guarding all around, and frowned more and more.
Bei Shuihan also knows a lot about Wei Young. He knows that he, Beichen, and Zi Tong are very good friends. Now Beichen has lost his mind for some unknown reason, and Zi Tong is protecting him to the death to prevent him from killing Wei Young.
, Bei Shuihan also knows that as a father, he certainly does not want his son to regret it when he regains his ambition in the future, but it is really not easy to save Weiyang now.
"Is something going to happen to Zi Tong?" Lan Yinshui glanced worriedly in the direction of the city.
"I have asked Beichen's mother to protect her. It should be fine for the time being." Bei Shuihan grabbed Lan Yinshui's arm and dragged him to a hiding place, "We have to find a way to rescue Weiyang."
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In the city, Beijia.
Beichen sat on the main seat unceremoniously, and the unconscious Zi Tong was still held in his arms.
He lowered his face and looked at the woman in his arms, frowning slightly.
This woman dared to disobey his orders. If he had his heart set on it, he should kill her.
But for some reason, when he looked into her eyes, he always couldn't do it. He even had an inexplicable desire to get close to her.
A smooth touch between your fingers.
Beichen looked at his right hand in confusion, and then realized that his right hand had touched her face at some point.
This finger that was supposed to be used to fight, conquer, and hold a sword was actually holding her face so gently at this moment?
Beichen looked at his hand and was stunned for a while. He wanted to take back his finger, but the gentleness of the pointing seemed to have an indescribable magic power that stuck to his finger, making him reluctant to take it back.
His fingers moved along her face and landed on her lips. Her lips were so soft and tender, as if they would be broken by him with just a slight exertion.
With his fingertips caressing Zi Tong's lips, Beichen's eyes gradually turned gentle, and the golden textures in his eyes shrank little by little.
Outside, footsteps sounded softly.
Beichen suddenly raised his face and saw Mrs. Qingyou and the elders of the Bei family walking outside the hall. The soft color that had just risen in his eyes instantly faded and turned into pure domineering and arrogance.
"What are you doing?"
"Chen ..." Mrs. Qingyou instinctively called out his name, and was busy changing his mouth. "Dean, I miss you who must be hungry, do you want to prepare something like lunch and wine?"