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Xie Chen didn't make a sound, Mu Qianxue asked first: "Why does he hold a funeral for Shi'an? Does he have the qualifications? Even if Shi'an has no relatives here, it is my friend who will do it, not him in disguise." murderer!"

The person on the phone hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Xie?"

Xie Chen hummed lightly: "Follow Madam's instructions."

"Yes."

Stop Su Yongyan and use tricks to prevent him from going to the funeral with great fanfare. Although this matter is difficult, it is not too difficult.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qianxue said sincerely, "Thank you."

His jaw was clamped by Xie Chen, and he was forced to look up. She could see the dark color in his eyes: "Mu Qianxue, don't thank me again."

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she said softly, "OK."

Maybe it was because she was too obedient at this time, he couldn't help but leaned close to her ear and kissed: "Odd, do you want to continue?"

She opened her eyes wide and listened to his bewitching, he said: "Baby, you have to know how terrible it is to stop halfway, help me."

His voice was gentle and low, and his fingers were restlessly touching her sensitive spots.

She eagerly raised her hand to grab his arm. She couldn't hold his arm tightly. She raised her eyes tremblingly, and lowered them in a panic: "No, no."

The refusal was so soft, as if it was an invitation.

Kiss after kiss landed on the powdery place behind her ear, she had the feeling of being spotted by a woodpecker, as if she didn't agree, the bird was going to gouge her head open and eat her brain .

"Pfft, haha!"

This kind of imagination is terrifying and funny, and she couldn't help laughing.

Xie Chen stopped: "What are you laughing at?"

This is not the kind of being kissed and laughed, it's more like thinking of something interesting. Could it be that his woman is in his arms, under his kiss, and he still has time to think about others?

His kiss became domineering, he stopped asking her what she thought, he wanted her to be in his arms and never think about anything else.

Xie Chen's kiss was like a storm, and Mu Qianxue's mouth was numb.

"Baby, do you know what I'm thinking every time you snort?"

Mu Qianxue's figure was floating in the sky, and she didn't know how to answer: "Huh?"

Xie Chen didn't mind either, he gave it to her with a smile, looked at her flushed cheeks, and said, "I've been wondering, did your feathers change in your last life?"

"Why?" Her question was destined to receive no response.

Xie Chen coaxed him away, and he didn't want to answer anything else, after all, time is precious.

At night, Mu Qianxue was trapped by the nightmare, Xie Chen rolled over and hugged her in a very gentle protective gesture: "Don't be afraid, I am here, I am here."

After finding the familiar embrace and the familiar smell, she let out a moan before calming down again.

Xie Chen let go of her only after her breathing gradually stabilized. With his fingers, he brushed away the hair sticking to her face, and sighed slightly.

He got out of bed, walked out of the room, sat on the sofa in the living room, got his hand through the gap, took out a tablet of medicine, took out two pills, and then went to the kitchen to find water to drink.

When he turned his head, he was facing her pale face.

Mu Qianxue's eyes were flickering with fear: "What kind of medicine are you taking?"

Xie Chen frowned, and subconsciously put his hands behind his back: "No, you read it wrong, go to sleep."

"I read that right, do you find it difficult to control your emotions again?"

She looked at him worriedly, and walked over to break his hand. Xie Chen was afraid that her hand would hurt, so he didn't struggle.

There were two white pills in the palm of his hand, and there were moist drops of water on the side.

Xie Chen pursed his lips, raised her chin with one hand, and said helplessly, "Don't cry, I'm really fine, I'll be fine after taking the medicine, okay? Don't cry."

Mu Qianxue's silent tears turned into wailing, like a child who couldn't get the toy she wanted, crying very sadly.

No matter how much Xie Chen coaxed him, he couldn't help it. He threw the medicine away: "Can I stop taking it? Don't cry."

There was a trace of uncontrollable impatience in his voice, Mu Qianxue stopped crying, and choked up twice: "Don't."

She pushed him away and rummaged through the thrown medicine.

Xie Chen had a splitting headache, as if his mind was being torn apart by 1 people, he squatted down with his head in his arms.

When Mu Qianxue turned her head, she saw Xie Chen like this, tearing her hair crazily, looking particularly distressing.

She stopped looking for medicine on the ground, and went to search in the gaps of the sofa according to what she had just seen, grabbed two pills, and fed him to someone holding it.

"Xie Chen, take your medicine, okay?" Her voice was crying: "I will be with you, no matter what happens, I will be with you."

Xie Chen raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot: "Will you stay with me if I become a lunatic?"

Mu Qianxue was taken aback, and immediately nodded: "Yes, if you become a lunatic, I will be your lunatic."

"Is it okay to take the medicine first?"

He nodded blankly and let her feed him.

After that, she helped him back to the room and lay on the bed. He was not satisfied with lying down on his own, instead of wanting her to lie in his arms and hug each other.

In fact, sleeping like this is very uncomfortable, but there is no way, the sick Xie Chen is particularly clingy.

Early the next morning, maybe because he had enough rest, or maybe because the medicine he took had an effect, the redness in Xie Chen's eyes faded away, and there was no sign of abnormality.

But Mu Qianxue still didn't feel the breath of Panasonic in her heart. Xie Chen's appearance last night really scared her.

His condition seems to have reached a serious level.

The people sent by Xie Chen had already responded to the news, and Mu Qianxue started to prepare for Duan Shi'an's funeral, but before the funeral, she found time to go to the hospital and met with Xie Chen's psychiatrist.

"Did you say that Mr. Xie's condition is so serious now? When he went crazy, besides scratching his hair and bloodshot eyes, did he have any other symptoms?"

Seeing the doctor's serious face, Mu Qianxue's heart clenched together: "No, but I don't know, because he deliberately avoided me, and I don't know his real situation now. The time I ran into him was at night. I found him sneaking out to take medicine, and I saw it later."

"Then I suggest that you observe more. You must see clearly what other symptoms appear during the onset of the attack. If necessary, you can guide him to have an attack, so that he can be treated better."

"it is good."

Three days later, Duan Shian's funeral.

On the day of the day, instead of being cloudy and rainy for several days, it became unexpectedly clear and the sun was high, which also illuminated Mu Qianxue's originally gloomy heart.

Maybe this kind of weather is a sign that Shi'an is really not dead.

She slightly pulled her lower lip, and said silently in her heart: Shi'an, if you really survived the catastrophe, I hope you can live the life you want.

Mu Qianxue didn't go to see the cremated body, and she didn't carry the urn to the funeral that day, because it was really too messy outside.

Duan Shi'an is a well-known traffic star. Her sudden death has already caused a lot of discussion on the Internet, and there are many diehard fans around her funeral, clamoring to find out the truth.

And the culprit who grasped the truth, Su Yongyan broke into the funeral venue at this moment.

His clothes were crumpled, and he knelt down in front of Mu Qianxue as soon as he entered.