The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

Jiang Ruoyue, who was in a coma, slept for twelve hours before moving her body, and opened her eyes with pain all over her body.

"He Yi..."

There was a weak call between the lips.

Jiang Ruoyue got up, her whole body was sticky, and she was sweating all over in a coma.

The servant outside the door heard a bang from inside, as if something hit the ground.

He rushed in to check, and suddenly found that Jiang Ruoyue had fallen to the ground.

"Young lady, are you okay?"

Just being helped up, Jiang Ruoyue burned her throat with fire, and said anxiously: "He Yi, I'm going to find He Yi, he's still in the deep valley, it's dangerous."

Only then did the servant understand that Jiang Ruoyue was in a hurry because she was so desperate for her life.

But the young lady can put her heart in her stomach now.

"Young Madam, don't you know that the young master has returned? He was the one who carried you back to the room. The young master guarded you all night, and went to see the island master at dawn."

"Back? Are you serious?"

"It's absolutely true, after seeing the island owner, the young master will come back."

Jiang Ruoyue stared straight into the servant's eyes, and then grabbed the flesh of her own body, it hurt, it wasn't dreaming.

But her eyes were still wide open, and in her mind, it kept flashing that after He Chen answered the phone yesterday, he told her that He Yi would not come back.

"Young lady, what's the matter with you?"

"Cook me some nutritious porridge."

Jiang Ruoyue shook her head, recovered, and touched her empty stomach.

It seems that He Chen and the others lost last night, and that phone call did not represent their victory.

Fortunately, I have always firmly believed that He Yi will be fine.

In the great ancestral hall, He Yi, He Zhentian, and He Chen stood on three legs.

He Yi's clothes were still wet, there were a few torn marks on it, and through the torn places, he could still see the bloody flesh inside.

.

It shows how brilliant the fight was last night.

He Zhentian's cold eyes swept over the two of them.

"Yi'er, what you mean is that what you were killed in Shengu yesterday has something to do with Chen'er. He is the one who arranged for the killer to get rid of you. Chen'er, please explain to me clearly!"

Accompanied by He Zhentian's last word, he slapped the table with his palm.

He Zhentian is very angry now.

He Chen's body shook, and he shook the hand hanging on his thigh.

"Grandpa, I don't know anything about what happened in the deep valley. I'm really surprised that brother came back like this."

The tone of He Chen's response was very steady, as if he was fully prepared and had thought of his words.

He Zhentian's eyes turned cold for a moment.

"I'm giving you a chance."

"Grandpa, I really didn't send a killer to kill brother. If you think I did, please show evidence."

He Chen firmly refused to admit it.

He Zhentian looked at He Yi.

He Yi pursed his face, slipped his hands into his trouser pockets, grabbed something, looked at He Chen, and smiled slightly.

"With you repeating the words, I feel relieved. Now, I believe it's not you. I said this before to see your attitude and your reaction, which relieved my worries."

He Yi's smile made He Chen, who thought it was nothing at first, feel a chill in the back of his head.

"What worries?"