He's super cute

"I'd rather go to a mental hospital..." Yu Xiaoque opened his hands, her voice trembling, "I don't want to see you either."

"Who do you want to see?" Jiang Yan wiped the blood away from Yu Xiaoque's face, but wiped more and more blood, "Is it lucky?"

"Is it because the little bird hooked by that wild man is not good?"

The man couldn't hide his hostility.

"It's none of his business!" Yu Xiaoque ignored the pain on her face, her eyes were filled with resentment, "I feel sick just looking at your face."

"Disgusting?" Jiang Yan looked into his eyes, such beautiful eyes were full of resentment, he stroked them lightly, "Let me see you look at me like this again..."

He said slowly, "I just gouged out Wenxi's eyes."

Yu Xiaoque was out of breath and struggled vigorously.

"You're pregnant with a child, I can't do anything with you, but Wenxi..." Jiang Yan smiled contemptuously, and leaned into Yu Xiaoque's ear, "Who cares about his life or death?"

"You are not allowed to hurt Xixi!" Yu Xiaoque shouted, eyes widening.

"That depends on whether you are good or not." Jiang Yan returned to his gentle appearance, as if the gaffe just now was an illusion, "Be good and give birth to the child, and I will let Wen Xi suffer less."

"Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to get it back from Wen Xi."

Yu Xiaoque clenched her fists, furious, and grabbed the tiles on the ground while Jiang Yan was not paying attention.

Even if Jiang Yan hid quickly, a wound was scratched on his neck by the tile.

He covered his neck and looked at Yu Xiaoque steadily.

"You really are crazy." He slowly snatched the porcelain from Yu Xiaoque's hand, sighed softly, "When you stop going crazy, I'll let you out again."

"Before that, I will find you a comfortable mental hospital."

... "How is his wound?"

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Jiang Yan didn't turn his head back, just staring out the window in a daze.

At night, the sky cleared up a little, and the deserted bright moon hung in the sky, and the cold wind blew past, making rustling noises.

"What else can I do?" Qi Caichuan rolled his eyes at him, and walked to the window, "There must be a scar."

Jiang Yan slowly covered his face, and after a while, his voice was low and inaudible, "He is forcing me..."

"Jiang Yan, have you ever thought about..." Qi Caichuan leaned against the window, lowered his head, as if thinking about something, "What kind of person should he be?"

"When I went in just now, he was like..." He didn't even know how to describe it, "Like a stressed little beast, fiercely rejecting everyone who approaches him."

Yu Xiaoque's clear black and white eyes no longer had the innocence and softness of the past, only the bleakness and vigilance of the sunset.

Jiang Yan curled up her fingers slightly.

"I've seen him back then, Jiang Yan, I've seen..." Qi Caichuan became emotional, as if venting his depression, "If you hate him, you can kill him, you can't treat him like this. "

"Jiang Yuqing shouldn't be like this, he believed in you so much, do you remember?"

"He doesn't like to smile very much. Whenever he sees you, his face will melt like spring snow, and he hides timidly behind you. How can you be willing?"

"It's not that serious..." Jiang Yan raised his head, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and said softly, "You are too excited."

"It's just his Xiaoyiqiao trick."

"Yes." Qi Caichuan nodded and sneered, "I hope you can say this when someone is dead."

"It's just that he's making trouble for no reason. I've already said that I will clarify the matter." Jiang Yan seemed to feel that the air in the room was not circulating. When he opened the window, the cold air instantly poured into his nostrils, which made him very sober. "What is he making a fuss about?"

"He's not making trouble." Qi Caichuan wanted to punch him twice, "It was his hard work, do you understand?"

Facing the conceited and intelligent person in front of him, he even felt powerless as if his fist was hitting cotton.

"It's just a painting." Jiang Yan didn't take it seriously, "I can't give him what he wants. Fame is only for money. Why can't he just stay at home and insist on being in the limelight."

"He wants to be innocent." Qi Caichuan, an outsider, could understand better than him, "What he wants is to be innocent."

"If he tried to get you a penny all these years, he wouldn't end up like this."

Even he is not worth it for Yu Xiaoque, but the person who should love Yu Xiaoque the most is indifferent.

Jiang Yan's eyes were cold, "It's not the right time yet."

"Jiang Yan, you and Boss Jiang are indeed father and son." Qi Caichuan shook his head and smiled, feeling only sympathy and pity for his best friend for so many years.

He's finally the one who's been running away from disgust.

... When Yu Xiaoque woke up, she felt exhausted, as if her blood had frozen into ice, and her heart had also congealed.

He didn't know how many days he had been locked up here.

There is only a small single bed and an iron bed in the room.

As long as Yu Xiaoque showed the slightest lack of cooperation, she would be tied up on the iron bed by the nurses and doctors wearing a straitjacket for a day.

He must numbly follow the doctor's orders.

He was staring blankly at the white ceiling, and he could hear the theme song of Journey to the West being sung crazily by the neighbor next door, and the most he could do was to roll his eyes.

Yu Xiaoque always felt that life was worse than death, and Jiang Yan always had a way to make him suffer more.

In a trance, he even felt that it was a relief that he was really crazy.

He rubbed his belly and told himself over and over again that it would be all right.

Chihi is still waiting for him to save him.

This is almost the only pillar of his muddled days.

"Finally awake?"

Finally, there was another voice in my ear.

Yu Xiaoque slowly stood up, the curtains were pulled open with a bang, and the dazzling sunlight made him unable to keep his eyes open.

"It's ugly." Cheng Yu looked him up and down, looking past the scar under the corner of his eye, "It looks disgusting."

"Get out." Yu Xiaoque buried her head in the quilt again.

"I have good news for you today."

"Ayan and I are going to have a wedding tomorrow." Cheng Yu was not angry, and threw an invitation on the bed, "You are welcome."

Yu Xiaoque hid under the quilt, with a small bulge, and said nothing.

"It's all thanks to you..." Cheng Yu walked up and down the room, knocking on the iron bed, "If you hadn't given birth to a child, I wouldn't have entered Jiang's house so easily."

"Don't worry, I will raise your children well."

Yu Xiaoque couldn't hold back anymore, her face flushed red, "You, get out, I'm going to call someone!"

"A mental illness?" Cheng Yu smiled while holding the restraint belt, "Who would believe it?"

"I heard that mental illness is inherited..." He looked at Yu Xiaoque's stomach thoughtfully, "Could it be that you also have a little mental illness in your stomach."

"I'm not sick..." Yu Xiaoque pointed at him, trembling angrily, "I'm not sick!"

"It's all you, it's all you, you stole mine...you're a villain!"

As he spoke, he couldn't hold back his tears.

Little Canary has never been eloquent enough, and she can't gain the upper hand in quarrels. She is limp and has no attack power.

"What can you do?" Cheng Yu's eyes flashed provocatively, "It's just a tool for giving birth."

"Also worthy of fighting with me for Ayan."

"I, I don't care about Jiang Yan..." Yu Xiaoque lay on the bed clutching his stomach, sweat dripping down his face, his face was pale, "I can't do anything, and I don't want anything."

"I used to be overwhelmed, please let me go..."

"Okay? Why are you making things difficult for me?"

He didn't understand why Cheng Yu came to him to show off his power when he had already obtained everything.

What else does he have?

He even felt sorry for himself, but these two people refused to let him go.

In the end, he even felt a little begging towards Cheng Yu.

"I, I have a stomachache." Yu Xiaoque bit her pale lips and whispered, "Can you call a doctor for me?"

"It's fine if you die." Cheng Yu suddenly said coldly, with a mean look on his face, "You shouldn't be alive."

His expression became more condensed and poisonous.

"It's over when you die, and your child won't be abused as a mentally ill child, and Ayan doesn't have to worry about you as a burden anymore..."

Big fluctuations in mood are the most taboo when pregnant with a child.

Yu Xiaoque was already in a trance from the pain, but the invitation card under his body burned his heart like a fire.

"I, I can't die..." Yu Xiaoque put her legs together, embraced her nearly seven-month-old belly, and murmured, "I still want to save Xixi and take Xixi away..."

"Mr. said that as long as I live, he will help me save Xixi..."

"You're talking about..." Cheng Yu looked down at him with pity in his eyes, "That Wen Xi?"

"Champion of figure skating."

"Yes, it's him..." Yu Xiaoque thought of Wen Xi finally showing off a little smile and showing off, "Is he very powerful?"

Cheng Yu tilted his head to look at him, and laughed out loud, "You are such an unlucky little bastard, living a miserable life..."

The room was filled with Cheng Yu's laughter for a moment.

Yu Xiaoque opened her eyes wide, feeling a premonition suddenly, and tremblingly denied it.

The husband promised him that he would rescue Wenxi.

"Why are you laughing?" Yu Xiaoque's voice was low, the pain was so painful that she couldn't tell who was on the other side.

"It's ridiculous to laugh at you." Cheng Yu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "How can you be so stupid?"

"Don't tell me." Yu Xiaoque kicked her legs, "I know I'm ridiculous, but I have Xixi, you don't..."

"That Wenxi..." Cheng Yu said softly, as if showing mercy, "He's already dead."

"I heard it was killed by a group of people."

"Dead?" Yu Xiaoque seemed to have forgotten the pain, her face was stained with tears, her whole body was trembling with sobs, she stared blankly, "Dead..."

"Yes, dead." Cheng Yu patted his wet face, "He died a few months ago."

"How could it be..." Yu Xiaoque's heart throbbed, as if she couldn't believe it, she asked again, "It's that beautiful Xixi, not any other Xixi."

"The fact that Qin Mubai's dog was played to death has been trending on Weibo." Cheng Yu's smile deepened, "Only you are kept in the dark."

"You've been tricked, idiot."