Tyrant Be Good, I’ll Love You - Chapter 580

When Qinghe walked into the room, he just saw Mu Zhifei sitting at the table twist a cake on the table and feed it to Si Jue’s mouth. Si Jue’s eyes were gentle and gently touched her head, “fei’er eats, senior brother is not hungry.”

The voice was very low, as if afraid to scare her.

Qinghe pinched his fingertips slightly and stood at the door.

Si Jue raised his head and looked at her with deep eyes and cold expression.

Qinghe clenched his lips and felt suffocated with poor breathing.

The old man behind her saw that she suddenly stopped and looked at her pale face and stared at Si Jue 2

People, with bright eyes, came to her and said, “please be a miracle doctor.”

Qinghe glanced at him and then walked forward.

Mu Zhifei stared at Si Jue all the time, with a faint hook at the corners of his mouth. He stubbornly twisted cakes one by one for Si Jue to eat.

Every time I heard Si Jue’s gentle voice say “Feier eat” to her, she ate happily, and then continued to repeat the action of feeding him cakes.

From the beginning to the end, Si Jue did not show any impatience.

Qinghe stopped slightly and looked at the old man, “where is the patient?”

She guessed that it might be the woman, but she still thought it was better to confirm it.

But as soon as she asked, she saw that the old man changed his face slightly, his eyes sank, and looked at Mu Zhifei.

Qinghe didn’t understand, so he tightened his eyebrows and looked at it.

He saw Mu Zhifei holding his head in his hands, and Qingmei’s cheeks suddenly became ferocious and terrible, staring at Qinghe fiercely.

She hissed her lips slightly, and her teeth were sharp. It seemed that she would bite the green meat from the next moment.

Her voice seemed to come from under the high cliff, sharp and accompanied by a low hiss, “I’m not a patient, I’m not, I’m not, ah, I’m not a patient, I’m not, I’m not”

She suddenly stood up from her position while shouting, and rushed at the green grass with her claws open.

Her movement was too fast. Qinghe had no time to avoid and her pupils expanded. At the moment when her five fingers fell, she instinctively raised her hand to block the past.

Unexpectedly, the old man may have stopped Mu Zhifei for fear of hurting her. Qinghe first gear hit her face with a hard chop.

She screamed in pain, and her face was even more ferocious, struggling to rush over.

Qinghe was also frightened. He quickly took back his hand, grabbed his arm and looked at Mu Zhifei who was out of control.

At this moment, his body was pulled into a warm embrace, and his waist was tightly wrapped by a healthy arm.

Qinghe was stunned for a second. He looked up at the bottom of his eyes.

“Kitten, what’s the matter?” the black pupil of Si Jue was filled with worry, tightened his eyebrows and looked at her up and down.

Qinghe looked at his handsome face, which was tense and tight. The previous acidity disappeared in an instant.

Slightly hooked his lips and shook his head.

Si Jue stared at her deeply, as if he was sure she was really all right.

After a while, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Big palm stroked her HouBo, held her in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her on the top of her hair, “fortunately, it’s all right!”

Listening to the happiness in his voice, Qinghe suddenly had a sour nose.

At this moment, because of his embrace and care, the rest is full of emotion.

Perhaps even she didn’t think that one day, her emotions would be dominated by others.

He can make her worry, make her happy, make her cry and make her laugh!

“I’m not a patient, I’m not!” Mu Zhifei’s eyes were red, but she was flustered in the depths of her eyes. I’m afraid she began to twitch slightly. Then she raised her hands and scratched her face.

“Know what’s wrong, know what’s wrong, calm down, calm down, there’s a father, know what’s wrong, there’s a father!” the old man hurriedly held her hand. Her original strong posture seemed to be bent a lot at once, and her thick voice was full of vicissitudes and heartache.

“Dad, Dad, I’m in pain, I’m in pain, let me die, let me die!” Mu Zhifei turned pale and prayed to hold his hands. His eyes were gray. He couldn’t see any desire for life, but full of pain.

Hearing this, the old man burst into tears and couldn’t speak with her.

Si Jue listened to the movement behind him. His dark eyes narrowed tightly. He held Qinghe’s hands uncontrollably and made great efforts to close them again and again.

Junyi’s face is filled with forbearance, anger and hatred!

Qinghe naturally noticed the change of his mood.

His eyes flickered and he twisted out of his arms.

Si Jue took her hand and stared at her closely.

Qinghe looked up and smiled at him, “I’ll go and see her.”

Si Jue strained his lower lip flap, stared at her for a while, and then slowly released her hand.

Qinghe looked at Mu Zhifei, who was tightly held in his arms by the old man and was still out of control. He slightly raised his breath and walked towards her.

Looking at the old man with wet eyes, he said softly, “uncle, your daughter is very excited now. I think she needs to rest.”

The old man shook his head slightly, “knowing that once she was ill, her mood would be impermanent, and she often made amazing moves. After she was ill, it was difficult to control her mood for a moment, let alone rest.”

He sighed, caressed her hair lovingly, and then looked at Si Jue and said, “jue’er, go and get the rope.”

Si Jue’s fist heart was pulled tightly.

Qinghe turned and saw that his long eyelashes were slightly covered and said, “no, I have a way.”

Then she took out a blue porcelain vase from her cuff and opened it. A faint faint fragrance came out of it.

She stepped forward and put the mouth of the bottle into Mu Zhifei’s nose.

As soon as she approached her, she glared at her fiercely, and the hatred at the bottom of her eyes was like what deep hatred she had with her.

Qinghe’s hand trembled slightly, but it was just a shake.

After practicing medicine for many years, she has seen many diseases, and her symptoms, if she guessed correctly, should be psychosis.

On weekdays, she is no different from ordinary people. Once stimulated, her temperament will change greatly. If it is more serious, she will use violence to hurt others or herself, so as to achieve temporary liberation.

Most people who are crazy about gain and loss are severely stimulated and have a shadow in their heart. Or, they hold too deep, but they can’t realize it. Over time, they can also make great changes in people’s character.

Qinghe slightly frowned and looked at her gradually calming down. Then she closed her eyes and went to sleep. She was not without doubts.

She looks like she’s only eighteen or nine. What will she experience when she’s eighteen or nine?

With a slight sigh, Qinghe was about to take back the porcelain vase, but he was attracted by the strange look on her face.

His eyes shrunk hard.

On her face, because she had scratched some before, she left some red marks.

But strangely, some of the skin on her face fell out of the red mark and put some dandruff on her face.

And these dandruffs are not strange to her.

After her mother, she is a master of producer skin, and she has studied human skin since childhood. She can almost conclude that the dander on her face must be the mud of producer skin.

This kind of face mud is very common. It is not easier to detect than the face skin made of 100 grains of soil.

Just when she met her, she didn’t think about people’s skin, so she didn’t notice the difference on her face.

Now take a look.

Her face must have another mystery!

Taking a breath slightly, Qinghe turned to look at Si Jue with his eyes low and deep doubts.

He should know that she has human skin on her face?

Seeing the confusion at the bottom of her eyes, Si Jue’s deep pupil slightly narrowed, walked forward, wiped Qinghe’s arm with his clothes, picked up Mu Zhifei and strode back to the yard.

Watching BA’s posture disappear from her eyes, Qinghe took a breath and looked at the old man standing beside him.

The old man didn’t look at her. There was a sense of going through the vicissitudes of the world in his eyes, staring at the empty door.

Seeing this, Qinghe didn’t open his mouth. He turned his head and looked at the door gently like him.

After a while, when Qinghe thought he wouldn’t speak, he turned his head slightly to her, with a little kindness in his eyes, and said slowly, “don’t misunderstand, girl, jue’er and Zhifei are not what the girl thinks, Zhifei is.”

Before the latter words were finished, Si Jue had turned back to the lobby.

When Qinghe saw the old man suddenly stop, he was slightly stunned and turned his eyes to see the Si Jue at the door.

Si Jue glanced at the old man, then went straight forward and took the green grass out.

Qinghe was stunned again and hurriedly turned to look at the old man.

But the old man just slightly hooked his lips and looked at her kindly.

Qinghe bit his lips slightly, his pupils flashed slightly, lowered his head slightly, and left the lobby with Si Jue.

……

Qinghe was pulled back by Si Jue. As soon as he stepped into the backyard, he was deeply shocked by the scenery.

The whole backyard is full of blood red Datura flowers except for the small overseas. If you don’t look carefully, you think you have stepped into a sea of blood!

His eyes opened wide, and Qinghe couldn’t move.

On both sides of the train, the blood flowers kissed her feet, and she stood with the Duke. She suddenly had a seed, which might be covered by the red at any time.

There is no doubt that my heart is shocked by Hubei, but I have to feel the beauty, heat, publicity and breathless determination of the flowers!

Qinghe was still shocked by the visual feast given to her by the flower kelp, but suddenly came his faint voice.

“She often says that if the flowers in the backyard die, she will die. Therefore, I invited the best gardener in the world to make the Datura flowers in the backyard bright all the year round and never thank!”

Qinghe tightened his heart and looked up at him.

I found that when he said this, his face was so calm that there was no ripple in his eyes.

But strangely, at the moment, she didn’t feel sad and sour. On the contrary, she loved him.

After a while, when Mu Zhifei jumped at her, he held her so nervously,

When worried about her, she suddenly didn’t want to think about his relationship with Mu Zhifei in the direction she was afraid of.

The body approached him, and Qinghe took the initiative to snuggle in his arms.

Put your hands gently around his waist, “don’t worry, brother Jue, I’ll cure her. She won’t die!”

Si Jue’s back was stiff, and then he hugged her tightly. A moment later, he suddenly bowed and held her horizontally.