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Shi Yue frowned slightly, covered her with his coat, and said in a deep voice, "Put on your clothes."
Su Xingchen experienced such a terrible thing for the first time. She put on her clothes while crying. She pressed her forehead against the car window and looked at the scenery outside the window blankly. Her breathing was rapid and messy.
Shi Yue glanced at her, then drove away directly.
The car drove quickly and stopped in front of a villa.
Shi Yue took the lead to open the door and get out of the car, but Su Xingchen was still sitting there dullly, his empty eyes scattered outside the window, but his beautiful eyes had no focus at all.
He took her out of the car and held her gently in his arms until he laid her flat on the soft sofa in the living room.
Su Xingchen shrank in the corner of the sofa, still silent, like a puppet at the mercy of others.
Shi Yue casually pulled off the tie around his neck and walked to the kitchen. He returned after a while with a glass of hot milk in his hand.
Su Xingchen stared blankly at the cup of hot milk with a blank expression.
"After drinking, go to sleep." Shi Yue said softly.
But Su Xingchen refused to drink. Seeing the guarded look on his face, Shi Yue could only threaten her again, "Want to do it again?"
Hearing this, Su Xingchen looked at Shi Yue, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she was so frightened that she quickly reached out to take the milk, drinking it so quickly that she almost choked.
"Slow down, you want to die, don't you?" Although the words didn't sound good, Shi Yue spoke gently, stretched out his arms to hug her gently, and stroked her back with his hands.
Su Xingchen half leaned in his arms and gradually became quiet, but tears still rolled in her eyes.
"Unhappy?" Shi Yue said softly, but hugged her in his arms, "Marrying Wang Yizhi, do you think it is really that good? The Wang family is a nouveau riche. If it were the Su family in the past, they would not even be able to climb the ladder. Even the Queen Mother is a typical villain. She doesn¡¯t want to see you. Don¡¯t you know it yourself? Wang Yizhi may really like you, but as time goes by, among his parents, who do you think he will choose? ?¡±
"That's my business and has nothing to do with you, right? Mr. Shi." Su Xingchen smiled coldly and struggled to withdraw from his embrace.
"It has nothing to do with me, but Wang Yizhi shouldn't take my credit." Shi Yue smiled evilly, looked at Su Xingchen, his eyes narrowed, "Su Xingchen, do you think there are a few people in Tongcheng who can make Huo Tingxiao Let go? He, Wang Yizhi, why?"
Su Xingchen¡¯s face instantly turned pale. She pursed her lips tightly and was so shocked that she could no longer speak.
So it was Wang Yizhi who deceived her again?
Shi Yue didn't say anything else, he just walked to the other side of the hall, took out the medicine box, held up her face with his palm, and applied the ointment on her face.
That old woman was pretty ruthless. If she used a little more force, Su Xingchen's face would be really ruined.
Shi Yue felt a little distressed.
"If you are sleepy, go upstairs and rest. I have to go to the study to deal with some things." Shi Yue applied the medicine for her, put down the ointment, and said softly.
Su Xingchen looked at his turned back and thought for a long time before speaking, "Shi Yue, was it you who did what happened to my father?"
Hearing this voice, Shi Yue paused slightly, "It's not really me who did it. It's just Tingxiao who figured it out on his own. Anyway, Su Yu doesn't have much time left. Even if the Su family and the Rong family are dead, he and the Rong family are still alive." Shen Qingqing can¡¯t go back either.¡±
"Shi Yue, I don't want to hear this. I just want to know if you helped me?" Su Xingchen asked again.
"If you think it is, then it is. If you think it is not, then it is not."
Shi Yue said calmly, and walked directly to the study, leaving Su Xingchen sitting there blankly. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com