Tyrant Be Good, I’ll Love You - Chapter 592

“Ah, why don’t you let me die? Why should I live in such pain? I want to die, I want to die, ah!”

As soon as Qinghe came to Mu Zhifei’s door, he heard her shrill cry and the banging of the chair.

As soon as his heart tightened, Qinghe quickly took out the medicine bottle in his arms and walked in.

When he saw that he was “tied up” on the chair and stool with blood and crazy Mu Zhifei, Qinghe still took a breath.

When mu Qianhua saw Qinghe coming, he looked at her like a straw.

Qinghe swallowed his throat, clenched his lips and walked up, quickly said to Mu Qianhua, “Mu old, please stabilize your aunt!”

She sat on the chair, struggling and moving. She didn’t move well.

Mu Qianhua didn’t dare to neglect, so he hugged Mu Zhifei’s shoulder.

Unexpectedly, as soon as mu Qianhua met her, she struggled more fiercely and roared.

I don’t know how much energy she contained in her usual look of weak Liu Yiyi. She was struggling and broke the rope that bound her.

As soon as she had to take off, she rushed at Qinghe.

Qinghe rushed at her without fear.

One hand grabbed her arm, opened the mouth of the medicine bottle with his mouth, and put it into her nose.

But she slapped her in the face.

Bang, bang!

Qinghe gasped in pain, and even could clearly feel the side of his face beaten by her, which quickly swelled up.

But she stubbornly hugged Mu Zhifei’s arm and didn’t loosen it.

When Mu Zhifei waved in a slap, Qinghe was ready to be slapped by her and clenched his teeth.

But that slap didn’t fall again after all.

Because Si Jue held Mu Zhifei’s falling arm in time.

Mu Qianhua also recovered from surprise and hugged Mu Zhifei from behind.

Qinghe didn’t dare to relax. He quickly sniffed the mouth of the medicine bottle to Mu Zhifei’s nose.

She gradually calmed down, but did not pass out like the previous two times. Instead, she opened her eyes, stared at the ground with empty eyes, and muttered something in her mouth.

Qinghe combed his breath slightly, but his eyebrows were still frowning.

Because she also saw that her situation was really getting worse and worse.

After looking at Qianhua, Qinghe said, “Mu Lao, help your aunt to rest on the couch.”

Mu Qianhua looked anxiously at half of her red and swollen face. Then he nodded and helped Mu Zhifei to the couch.

When Qinghe saw him lying down with Mu Zhifei, his lips pursed, so he picked up his skirt and walked out quickly.

Unexpectedly, the arm was caught from behind.

Qinghe’s heart also seems to be caught and tightened violently!

His back is stiff and doesn’t seem to turn.

A touch of white came to her, and her slender fingers gently lifted her chin.

Qinghe’s eyelashes trembled, but he still raised his eyes and looked at him.

“Does it hurt?” Si Jue looked at her almost beaten congested cheek and was distressed.

His teeth were clenched and his pupils were scarlet.

In this way, Qinghe has seed. If the person who beat her was his mother, he might turn back!

Taking a breath, Qinghe shook his head slightly.

“Why doesn’t it hurt? It’s swollen!” Si Jue stroked her cheek with his palm, but it didn’t really fall on her face, as if worried about hurting her.

Qinghe Xinjian trembled fiercely, but his words were calm and meaningless. “Brother Jue, I’m really fine. I have something to go out. Brother Jue and Mu Lao stay here to take care of my aunt in case my aunt gets sick again.”

get out?

Si Jue’s black eyes slowly precipitated, his thin lips closed tightly, his sight was heavy and dull, “where is the kitten going?”

Qinghe hesitated a little, pursed his lips and said, “don’t worry, brother Jue.”

With that, she drew back her hand and walked across him.

Previously, because she was worried about Mu Zhifei, she didn’t feel unwell when she came here. Now she breaks down a little and her body hurts.

When she reached the door, she paused and looked at him.

Seeing him standing straight with his back to her, his breath was a little cold.

Qinghe sighed slightly and went out again.

Her footsteps went away.

Si Jue Fang slowly turned his head and looked out.

The color of the eyes is like the strange color of the night.

……

Since Mu Zhifei fell ill again, the relationship between sijue and Qinghe seems to be “sick”.

In addition to accompanying Mu Zhifei every day, Qinghe boiled some calming drugs for mu Zhifei in the kitchen.

Except that you can see Si Jue at dinner, at other times, either Qinghe deliberately avoided him or Si Jue ignored her angrily.

In short, for several days, they had little intersection.

This night, after Qinghe took care of Mu Zhifei and drank the medicine, he returned to his room.

Sit in front of a bronze mirror.

Qinghe stared at himself in the mirror. His face was pale, his eyes were ruddy, his eyes were a little green and black, and a sense of strangeness suddenly appeared in his heart.

Touch your face with both hands.

Two forearms were exposed from the wide sleeves, and there were still some “wounds” on them.

His eyes flashed slightly and one hand stroked the other.

She is a doctor. She can get rid of these traces with medicine, but she didn’t do that.

It seems disgraceful to keep such traces.

But she felt enough inside.

It seems that as long as she keeps these traces longer, she can keep him around longer.

But people are always contradictory.

When she saw this, she felt ashamed of others.

After returning to the palace, how will she face Zhang Quling?

Maybe there are other reasons.

The tears were so sour that they rolled down from the eyes.

When Si Jue opened the curtain, he saw the picture of her crying.

Qinghe saw him from the mirror.

But did not stop tears.

Look at him in tears from the mirror.

Si Jue’s heart was swollen and painful, but his face turned black.

He walked over a few steps, grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her up, rotated and pressed her on the dressing table.

The body pressed down and pressed her waist out of an arc.

His eyes were dull and black, and his nose was breathing heavily. She could even see the terrible jumping of muscles on both sides of his temples.

The tears of Qinghe suddenly fell faster.

Her chest was twitching. She clenched her lip and looked at him stubbornly.

Si Jue grabbed the finger of her wrist and tightened it hard. His other hand dangerously pinched her chin. His voice was thick and hoarse, “is it so sad?”

Qinghe closed his eyes and couldn’t stop his tears.

The waist was pressed on the edge of the table, and the skin was rubbed through the clothes.

“Is it so sad to answer me?” Si Jue was furious, and there was an imperceptible injury in the depths of his eyes.

Qinghe shrunk his shoulders, but he felt more and more uncomfortable and wronged in his heart.

She pushed him hard with her other hand and hit him.

Si Jue tightened his jaw, glanced coldly at her “evil” hands, and then stared at her silently.

His heart beat strongly and something was repressed, banging from his chest to her heart.

Qinghe’s fist didn’t fall again after all.

He covered his eyes, lowered his head and sobbed gently.

The voice also broke and continued from her mouth, “you, you go out, I don’t want to, don’t want to see you!”

Si Jue’s eyes were dull and his breath sank. “Don’t want to see me, who do you want to see? Zhang Quling?”

Qinghe was stuffy. He looked up with red eyes and stared at him with tears. “Yes, I just want to see him. I don’t want to see you. Are you satisfied?”

“Satisfied?” Si Jue sneered, lowered his head, bit her mouth, pulled it off fiercely and loosened it.

Qinghe gasped in pain and shed more tears. “You know how to bully me!”

“This is bullying?” Si Jue smiled angrily, clasped her waist with his big palm, made her soft close to him, and then bowed his head and kissed her fiercely.