The place on Qingge's face was cut by the kettle fragments, and the plaster was applied to the place where Qingge's face was cut open, waiting for the wound to heal slowly. With Qingge's current physical condition, he could not use the power of the Snow Spirit Bead to heal himself.
Then she saw a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth and she slightly raised the end of her eyes.
"How long do you think you can hide it?" Qingge sneered: "Sooner or later she will know, don't she?"
Qinggexu narrowed his eyes.
What she couldn't understand, since Mei Qingchen kept saying that the person in her heart was her, why did she hide it from Lan Wu?
What is happening now is sudden and without any warning.
Fenque fell silent, as if he was thinking about Qingge's words.
Indeed, this matter cannot be concealed forever.
One day, Lan Wu will know.
By then, Yu Lanwu will have a bigger blow.
Fen Que sighed and said, "Lan'er was locked up by A Chen. There is a tight guard there, and even I can't get in."
"Closed?"
A look of surprise flashed through Qingge's eyes, and she didn't expect that Mei Qingchen could not help but lock her up and Lan Wu.
What is the meaning of Mei Qingchen doing this?
Or is it that Mei Qingchen still has Lan Wu in his heart. Since that’s the case, why bother her?
Qingge frowned.
Mei Qingchen followed her like a maggot on her tarsal bones, never ending.
This feeling is not good.
Fenqian nodded and said, "I don't know what A Chen is thinking."
"Do you know where Lan Wu is locked up?" Qingge asked.
She seemed to be in the fog, and only by pushing away the clouds and mists could she see the bright moon.
"It's here too, but in the secret room." Fen Que said: "A Chen told Lan'er that he would concentrate on recuperating, Lan'er believed it."
Qingge bit her lower lip gently.
Could it be that Mei Qingchen is like Fen Que, and he doesn't want to tell Lan Wu that he is afraid that Lan Wu will not be able to withstand the blow, so he will be in a slump and will never stand up again?
Now it sounds like she is better, at least able to breathe fresh air, rather than being locked in a cold and small secret room like a prisoner, and being deceived by beautiful lies.
"Fenque, you can only cooperate with me now, unless you want to be a hand-off manager."
Qingge leaned back slightly, smiling like a flower, his eyes narrowed slightly, and blood marks on his cheeks seemed to have a charming light.
Fenque looked at Qingge and was quite surprised. He really couldn't understand why a person could still exude his unique charm even if he was forced into a desperate situation.
Ye Qingge is such a person.
Even if she falls into purgatory, she can still face the storm and waves calmly, and even turn the tide.
She is not a woman, Fenque thinks so much.
The woman is as gentle as Lan Wu, so she can protect her strong men and let men hold her up.
From this point of view, Ye Qingge's heaven seems to be herself.
"Okay." After a long time, Fenque agreed.
At this time, there was a secret room in this palace.
The entire secret room is in the blue color, with skulls carved on the walls. Scarlet ghost fires sprayed in the mouths of the skulls, and clusters of flames illuminate the secret room.
Rather than being a secret room, it is better to say that there is a different world. The screen is painted with pictures of ladies, landscape paintings hanging on the wall, bead curtains, breeze ripples, and on the dark blue crystal bed, the warm and peaceful girl sleeps sweetly, and three thousand black hair is like water algae.
Like it was scattered on the bed, in the long and quiet road. At the same time, Lan Wu, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes. Her eyes were blurred and confused. When she saw Mei Qingchen, she smiled and shouted softly:
A Chen, can I go out?"
Mei Qingchen looked at Lan Wu, and his heart twitched and tingled. It started from the heart and spread to his whole body, and his limbs and bones were like electric currents passing by.
Mei Qingchen sat by the bed, holding Lan Wu up, and he put the lunch box aside, and the fragrance filled the fragrance.
Mei Qingchen said: "Look, I brought you your favorite meal."
"Really?" Lan Wu's eyes shone. She stretched out her hand, hooked Mei Qingchen's neck, and leaned against Mei Qingchen's chest. "A Chen, it's too stuffy here. When can I go out?"
"Your illness has not been cured yet, wait." Mei Qingchen rubbed Lan Wu's hair.
Lan Wu raised his head and looked at Mei Qingchen, "But I want to see you every moment, instead of waiting for three meals a day like now, waiting for you to come."
Lan Wu lowered her head, and the broken hair on her forehead covered her eyebrows and eyes. She was a little desolate, a little sad, and a little aggrieved.
She felt that she had not had much time, and her only hope was Mei Qingchen. She didn't want to live longer, but just hoped to be with Mei Qingchen in the next days, and the last one she saw before her death
People are Mei Qingchen.
Her heart is not big.
All her expectations were placed on this man.
But from some point on, she was locked in this cold secret room, known as resting, but Lan Wu was panicked. She felt that Mei Qingchen was becoming more and more erratic, even if she snuggled up against him, listened to him.
Lan Wu still couldn't feel the warmth with the powerful heartbeat.
She was very scared, so she could only hold him tightly and prevent him from staying away.
Mei Qingchen's face was pale and she laughed dryly.
"It's okay, don't think too much, come and have a meal." Mei Qingchen opened the lunch box and gently fed it to Lan Wu.
Lan Wu looked at Mei Qingchen with red eyes, "A Chen..."
When the words come to your mouth, you will be like a thorn in your throat, thousands of words, and you can't say anything.
Mei Qingchen twisted off the rice grains from her mouth and pinched Lan Wu's face, "Eat more, remember to take medicine before going to bed later."
"Okay." Lan Wu choked and responded.
Lan Wu finished the meal, and Mei Qingchen stood up with the lunch box.
"I'm leaving." Mei Qingchen said stiffly.
Mei Qingchen got up and left. Lan Wu looked at Mei Qingchen's back, his eyes slightly widened, and he blurted out: "A Chen!"
Mei Qingchen's back froze, stopped, looked back at Lan Wu, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "What's wrong?"
Lan Wu lowered his head and stuttered for a long time before saying, "Can you stay with me tonight?"
She didn't want to lie alone on the cold bed. This deserted and deserted secret room had no life and didn't even have the smell of home.
She seemed to be back to the beginning, in the winter snow, in the ice coffin, counting the days silently, I wonder how long it will take for Mei Qingchen to appear.
"There are many things to deal with in the Fusheng Realm. Lan'er, do you have to be good, do you know?" Mei Qingchen walked to Lan Wu's side and rubbed Lan Wu's head as if comforting.
Lan Wu bit his lower lip lightly and sighed in his heart.
Mei Qingchen left again, without hesitation, and did not even look back.
Lan Wu looked at Mei Qingchen's back and gradually moved away until he disappeared from his sight.
Lan Wu sat still and maintained this position for a long time.
She closed her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Why did she feel that she was getting further and further?
Is it because she has changed, or A Chen has changed... (To be continued)