Quick Wear: Crazy beauties always plot against me

"madman."

Thin lips pour out these words.

He tore off the ribbon on his hair crown and quickly tied his hands and feet, leaving him on the ground.

Xiao He stared at him stubbornly.

Xiao He's eyes were bloodshot when he fell into a frenzy, and he directly tore off the hair tie rope, and wrestled with Dong Ziyou.

Fist is even comparable.

Xiao He was obviously at a disadvantage in the time for a stick of incense.

But he didn't let Dong Ziyou benefit.

Xiao He's moves were chaotic, and he couldn't beat Dong Ziyou with brute force, but he was crazy enough now, and he held on for a few rounds.

In the last few blows, Dong Ziyou smashed against the wall.

His back slammed into the ground hard, his viscera felt like he was shifting, and he swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat.

Dong Ziyou looked down at this embarrassed man.

"Go crazy again and throw it into the lake."

Obviously Xiao He couldn't understand what Dong Ziyou said.

Dong Ziyou looked unhappy, clasped his shoulders with his backhand, restrained his neck, and threw him into the lake.

Seeing him struggling, his eyes were dark and heavy.

He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.

"Where is Song Ci?"

A burst of cold hit, and after staying in the cold lake for a while, my mind cleared up a lot.

Smiling viciously at Dong Ziyou: "Why should I tell you?"

Dong Ziyou didn't intend to ask anything out of his mouth at all, and when he saw the servant passing by, he directly pressed his shoulder.

"Where is Song Ci?"

That servant had never seen Dong Ziyou like him before, and he was struck by his tall figure and his fierceness when he was fighting with the little prince just now.

Trembling and leading people over.

Dong Ziyou pushed open the door.

Song Ci thought it was Xiao He who came back, so he turned his head and went inside, leaving only a thin and emaciated back.

Seeing Song Ci again, Dong Ziyou felt mixed feelings.

"Chi Chi."

Song Ci heard a familiar voice and a name that only Dong Qi could call.

Eyelashes fluttered.

She turned to look at the man walking towards her.

I don't know what's going on, maybe it's because I meet the only person who treats her sincerely, and I feel a little hypocritical in my heart.

Building seven...

I wanted to call his name, but forgot that I was dumb now.

Dong Ziyou immediately noticed that something was wrong with Song Ci, looked at his reddened eyes, and stretched out his hand to lift him up from his clothes.

"Why can't you speak, Cici?"

"Did Xiao He drug you?" Dong Ziyou's voice became stern.

Song Ci reached out and grabbed the man's robe, the pair of different pupils were extraordinarily beautiful.

Because of Xiao He's weird possessiveness, he didn't want others to find out that Song Ci was a girl, so her usual attire was still men's clothing, and even when taking a bath, he had to do it himself.

So Dong Ziyou hasn't realized that the little person in his arms is a woman yet.

Dong Ziyou caressed Song Ci's back, "Cici, I'll take you away now."

Song Ci felt his body fly into the air, and took the initiative to replace Dong Ziyou's neck, and pressed his cheek against his chest.

Xiao He, who had just crawled out of the lake, ran over to stop the person Dong Ziyou was holding, without caring about his image at all.

"Put people down!"

Dong Ziyou's voice was cold and hard: "Xiao He, haven't you hurt him enough!"

Feeling Song Ci's subconscious trembling, his heart ached so much, he coaxed: "Don't be afraid, I will take you away right away, and I will never let Xiao He have a chance to hurt you again."

Song Ci's expression softened, and she leaned against Dong Ziyou obediently.

Seeing how close she was to Dong Ziyou, Xiao He felt his heart was torn apart.

"Ah Ci, come here, come here and I swear I will never hurt you again, be good, okay?"

Dong Ziyou frowned: "Xiao He, don't force me to attack you."

"Dong Ziyou, let go of my Ah Ci!" Xiao He had a ferocious expression, and reached out to grab Song Ci's shoulder.

Song Ci shrank into Dong Ziyou's arms in fear.

"Let go!"

Dong Ziyou's voice became serious.

Looking at Xiao He's eyes like a torch: "You only think that you don't consider his feelings at all. What reason do you have for letting him stay by your side?"

Seeing her crying, Xiao He immediately let go, "Ah Ci, I was wrong, I will definitely take your emotions into consideration in the future, I will never do such a thing again."

Seeing Song Ci throw himself into someone else's arms, Xiao He's voice trembled violently:

"If you're not happy, you can beat me and scold me. Turn around and let me hug you, okay?"

Dong Ziyou silently looked at him like a clown.

half an hour.

"Xiao He, you lost."

Dong Ziyou bypassed him and walked out of the gate of the palace.

Xiao He suddenly fell to the ground and covered his face with his hands. It was the first time he cried, and tears flowed down his fingers.

He didn't even shed tears on the day his father, queen and concubine died, and others called him a heartless thing.

But when I saw Song Ci walking towards others just now, my heart really hurt as if I had died.

He was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

It turns out that this is the feeling of discomfort.

He thought he felt uncomfortable when his parents died, but now it seems that it was only anger and resentment at the beginning.

……

Tears slipped into the corner of Xiao He's mouth, he was so bitter that he couldn't speak.

He hit his chest hard, making muffled bangs again and again.

Sitting outside the door all night.

He couldn't even hear the housekeeper's call.

—

Dong Ziyou was on a mission and had a special residence, so he directly took him in.

The envoy watched His Royal Highness Qi come back with a person in his arms, and looked at him curiously, but Dong Ziyou looked at him and immediately withdrew his gaze.

Back in the room, I closed the windows to block the view from the outside.

"Cici, are you uncomfortable?"

Song Ci's wrist was still wrapped with gauze, when Dong Ziyou stretched out his hand, thinking about what Xiao He did to him, Dong Ziyou's eyes became more and more stern.

But when she looked at him, her eyes were very gentle.

She reached out and rubbed his head: "Cici, I will take you back to Daxia in half a month, and everything will be fine in the future."

Song Ci bent his lips towards him.

Dong Ziyou, who received the response, suppressed his excitement and gently pinched the young man's cheek, "My kindness is so good."

Song Ci coughed suddenly, Dong Ziyou nervously helped him up, patted his back lightly, and handed the handkerchief to him.

Seeing the blood on the handkerchief, Dong Ziyou's throat tightened.

"Doctor! Come and call the doctor!"

Seeing his nervousness, Song Ci took his hand and wrote "Typhoid fever, I'm fine, don't worry" in his palm.

Dong Ziyou hugged him dearly, "Cici, I really feel sorry for you."

Song Ci leaned in his arms, surrounded by the man's powerful aura, and had a rare moment of peace of mind.

Write in the palm of his hand.

Dong Ziyou fed him the tea next to him.

The doctor came in a hurry, saw Song Ci's condition, prescribed a prescription and left.

Dong Ziyou was worried that others would boil the medicine himself.

After Song Ci finished his last sip, a piece of candied fruit was stuffed into his mouth.

Looking at the smile on the man's face, the bottom of my heart was touched.