Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

I just wanted to teach Shen Xiyan a lesson, but I didn't expect my emotions to be out of control, and I pushed her down in the dispute.

Shen Yue squatted down quickly, "Shen Xiyan?" She patted Shen Xiyan's face hard.

She tentatively put her fingers on Shen Xiyan's nostrils.

The weak breathing had stopped, and the temperature of Shen Xiyan's body had also disappeared, as if she was a corpse lying motionless on the ground.

Shen Yue hurriedly got up and left the room.

At this time, Song Qingzhu, who realized that he was being tricked by Li Yuxi, returned to his door angrily.

It happened that she saw Shen Yue running out of the house in a hurry.

"Shen Yue?" A bad premonition suddenly crossed Song Qingzhu's heart, "Why is she here... Could it be something she and Li Yuxi planned..."

Song Qingzhu's heart was full of doubts, her heartbeat accelerated, and she rushed into the room in three steps at a time.

"Xi Yan, Xi Yan!" Song Qingzhu called out loudly after entering the room, but she didn't get any answer.

The smell of blood filled the whole room. Song Qingzhu panted heavily. When he looked down, he saw Xiyan lying in a pool of blood. He couldn't accept it for a while and passed out.

Ye family.

The phone rang, and Ye Tingfei picked up the phone to answer it.

After hearing the anxious tone of the other party, Ye Tingfei shivered involuntarily.

"Dead... dead?" Ye Tingfei choked up.

The news came so suddenly, his face turned cold in an instant, tears welled up in his eyes, and his eyes widened, as if he had heard something he didn't want to accept.

"Are you kidding me... tell me, are you kidding me!"

Ye Tingfei couldn't control his emotions anymore without saying a word on the other end of the phone. He clenched his fists tightly and slammed them on the table.

"Bleeding heavily, dead."

The answering voice was very small, but like a sharp knife, Ye Tingfei's heart stopped beating.

The phone was hung up, Ye Tingfei only felt that his legs were weak, but he still held on to the pain in his heart, dragged his exhausted body, and rushed out the door.

When pushing open a door again, Ye Tingfei looked at the body lying on the ground with empty eyes, Shen Xiyan's face was pale, and the body was covered with blood.

"Xi Yan, Xi Yan..." Ye Tingfei's lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Shen Xiyan, wake up." His voice was filled with temptation, "Are you kidding me? Wake up!" He flew to Shen Xiyan's side and wrapped her in his arms with his long arms. in the arms.

Shen Xiyan's body was ice-cold without any warmth, and the air was filled with the smell of fresh blood.

Ye Tingfei didn't care so much at all, pulled up the corner of his clothes, and vigorously wiped the dirty blood on Shen Xiyan's face.

"Xi Yan, Xi Yan, wake up, I'm coming, I'm coming..." Ye Tingfei's body trembled uncontrollably, and he felt exhausted when he spoke.

"Shen Xiyan, you are gone, how will I live..."

Ye Tingfei saw that the body in his arms didn't react at all, and couldn't control the emotions in his heart even more, so he directly pressed his face to Shen Xiyan's chest, sobbing.

"Xiyan, wake up, okay, as long as you wake up, I can give you whatever you want!" Ye Tingfei said to himself as if he was out of control.

I don't know how long it took, but he felt weak all over his body, and he didn't have any strength, "Xiyan, will you be lonely there by yourself..."

His face was bloodless, and his eyes were very empty. He looked helplessly at the person who seemed to be sleeping, and said.

"Xiyan, if you don't speak, do you want me to accompany you..." Ye Tingfei's eyes were red and swollen, but he looked at Shen Xiyan emotionally as if he had gained some hope.

"I'll go with you right now, okay..."

He swallowed hard, then looked around, his eyes fell on a fruit knife on the table, he rushed to the table in three steps, picked up the fruit knife and was about to go stabbed himself in the chest.

"Ye Tingfei! What do you want!" Rong Junchu's deep voice sounded slowly.

He quickly grabbed the fruit knife and threw it heavily on the ground, as if scolding a child at the same time, staring angrily at the man who wanted to commit suicide.

Ye Tingfei was a little dazed, he stood there in a panic, his fists clenched tightly.

Since Shen Xiyan has passed away, there is no need for him to live, so it is better to go with Shen Xiyan, but now Rong Junchu actually stopped him.

"Cousin, I really would rather die than live." Ye Tingfei kneeled on the ground as soon as his legs softened. He hugged his head and cried.

"Ye Tingfei, do you know what you are talking about!"

Rong Junchu pointed a finger at the man kneeling on the ground, and his words were full of hatred for iron.

"Cousin, Shen Xiyan is dead, so what is the need for me to live? Just let me go with her!"

At this moment, Ye Tingfei was like a walking corpse, and he didn't have any vitality when he spoke, as if his body was extremely weak and might fall to the ground at any time.

"What are you talking about!" The anger in Rong Junchu's heart became more obvious.

Ye Tingfei is about to die for a woman now!
"Cousin, just let me go with her." Ye Tingfei shook his body, his eyes were full of indifference.

Rong Junchu shook his head, he knew that what he said to Ye Tingfei now was useless.

"I think you should take a good rest." Rong Junchu said simply, and then took out a needle from the medical box beside him.

Ye Tingfei didn't have time to react at all, he just felt a cold current pouring into his body.

"You... what did you do!" Ye Tingfei was a little surprised, and opened his eyes wide.

"It's just a tranquilizer, let's take a rest." Rong Junchu took off his gloves while talking. After a while, Ye Tingfei only felt that his eyelids were very sleepy, so he fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, Song Qingzhu couldn't help but whispered with sadness.

"How's it going……"

After hearing this voice, Rong Junchu frowned tightly, turned around, and Song Qingzhu was standing at the door of the room.

"Qingzhu." Rong Junchu slightly frowned.

"How is Xiyan?" Song Qingzhu asked tentatively. Before Rong Junchu could answer, Song Qingzhu directly shifted his gaze to the two people lying on the ground.