Granting You Deep Feelings, May You Treasure It

Subei helped Hua Jinan up, only then did he see that the back of his suit had been soaked in blood.

Subei sent Hua Jinan back to the hospital, and the doctor treated Hua Jinan's wounds with a black face.

It was not until Hua Jinan was pushed back to the ward that Subei got up and left.

"Wife!" Hua Jinan watched Subei about to leave, and almost jumped out of the bed again. He just moved and he was sweaty.

Subei suddenly stopped, frowning and looking at him, "Don't move."

"Then don't you go?" Hua Jinan looked at her hopefully.

"Da Bei sleeps in my room by himself, I can't leave for too long." Subei said.

"Do you still want to break up with me?"

Hua Jinan asked nervously and tentatively.

Subei lowered his head to ignore him, and said softly, "We'll talk about it when you are better."

In any case, Subei was relieved in the end, and Hua Jinan's nervousness was relieved a little bit.

He shook her hand tightly, "Okay, you go back first."

...

Royal City

"Mom, I did what you said."

Mo Fei looked at Baili Lingyan sitting on the bed and said.

Baili Lingyan nodded, her face was a little pale and she looked very weak.

"Okay, Qing'er, Hua Jinan is an ordinary man. What you have to do now is to overcome strength with softness. Lower your posture, otherwise, you will definitely not be able to fight Subei."

"Lower down? How low is enough?" Mo Fei said with a frown.

Baili Lingyan's eyes were as calm and cold as water, "Let down your self-esteem when necessary!"

"Let go of your pride?" Mo Fei frowned.

Baili Lingyan looked at Mo Fei with heavy resentment in his eyes, "Yes, they have successfully provoked the relationship between me and your father. If you still lose to Subei in the end, then we might as well. Let's die together."

After being beaten by Mo Qianshan that day, Baili Lingyan has been ill in bed.

Although the wound has healed, but the mood does not get better.

Mo Qianshan no longer favors her as much as before, and is mostly cold and cold every time.

Baili Lingyan was depressed and became sick, and now most of the time lies in bed.

...

When Subei got home, it was already very late.

In the hall, there is a parcel.

She frowned, she hadn't shopped online for a long time.

How come there is a parcel?

She took the postal packet and went into the room. Dabei fell asleep well, with her calf exposed and the quilt kicked aside by him.

Subei showed a petting smile, "Little thing, are you really cold?"

Walked over, covered him with the quilt again, kissed his little cheek, and then returned to sit down on the sofa.

There was no person and address on the parcel, and the handwriting was sloppy, and she frowned slightly.

Pressing the scissors and opening the parcel, there was only a piece of paper inside, and there was something black under the paper.

Suddenly, Subei let out a scream, instantly got up and jumped far away.

The paper in her hand fell to the ground, her face pale in fright.

The dark thing in the box was nothing else, but a dead mouse whose neck was chopped off.

The thing that North Jiangsu fears most is the mouse. At this time, she was sweating cold all over her body.

She endured the extreme fear in her heart, walked over slowly, and closed the lid at once.

When I lowered my head, I saw the paper that had fallen to the ground.

In an instant, her body froze.

A photo of Dabei appeared on the paper, with an × drawn in red pen.