Turn the sun into old age

Hua Gentiana's expression was startled and terrified, with many complicated emotions flashing in her foggy eyes, only her beautiful lips were tightly pressed all the time.

This attitude of unwillingness to speak no matter what made Qing Chen feel weak, as if no matter what, there was no way for Hua Jia to express her true feelings and be a person without worries.

"You don't want to tell me, is it because you have never really regarded me as your friend?" He had no choice but to use the most useful killer weapon he could think of.

In his eyes, the current Huajiao is an extremely insecure person. Perhaps because of the lack of emotion, he has never been able to express his inner thoughts well, and he is even afraid that his thoughts will cause a burden to others.

If you want him to learn to express, the only way is to psychologically destroy the belief he has always insisted on.

Sure enough, this paragraph is over.Huajiao's expression changed suddenly, and then he quickly shook his head in denial.

Qing Chen chased after the victory, looked at him seriously and said: "Do you know that talking and communication are essential among friends. When you encounter something unsatisfactory or have something on your mind, you must share it with your friends, so that we can be together." Only when we get to know each other more and more, our friendship will become deeper and deeper, and when our relationship reaches a certain point, we will become good friends who have the most tacit understanding and cannot be separated."

This passage was actually a bit exaggerated, but Hua Jia listened very seriously, Qing Chen was more sure of the feasibility of his plan while feeling guilty in his heart.

Now you just need to wait quietly for Huajiao to figure it out, and it will be fine.

The old wooden windows of the infirmary were wide open, and the wind blowing over from the battlefield kept blowing away, hitting the wall, and there were small crashing sounds from time to time, making the environment inside even more dead.

Fortunately, Hua Jia didn't think about it for long, and when he wanted to speak, his expression became very aggrieved.

Qing Chen knew that he had recalled all the unhappiness he had experienced, and his restless heart finally fell back into the distance.

"Yesterday..." Hua Jia said three words, and tears fell down her thin chin into the sweater. The expression on her face was not to mention how wronged she was.

It was always difficult to maintain calm when emotions surged, Qing Chen reached out and grabbed a few tissue papers to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then squatted in front of him and tightly clenched those icy slender fingers.

"It's okay, you can say it all." He guided softly, his voice gentle and caring.

"Yesterday, my brother, he drank." Hua Jia kept dripping tears, and his words were a little unclear, "After he drank, he became very fierce and beat people, and then... ..."

He seemed to be unable to continue speaking up to this point, choked up all the time, looking very pitiful.

Qing Chen figured out the reason in general, and stood up distressedly and hugged him to wipe his tears. Huajiao was one year younger than him, but she was very thin, and she was one size smaller than him in stature. At this time, she hugged him like this There is no sense of incongruity.

"Then he touched you yesterday, does he do this often?"

Hua Gentian nodded, pursed her lips tightly, her slender eyelashes were wet with tears, at this moment she could only lower her eyes and keep choking.

Qing Chen's heart turned cold, and the anger just now surged up again, followed by a deep sense of distress and pity.

He originally thought that Hua Yi's possessiveness towards Hua Yi would be so strong that he must be very good to him at home, holding it in his mouth for fear of melting and holding it in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, but he didn't expect that such an adult alpha like him would actually beat her with his hands. own younger brother.

Really angry, he frowned tightly and asked in a low voice, "Where did you get hurt?"

Huajiao was stunned for two seconds, then pointed to her neck: "Pinch, it's blue."

The neckline of the sweater is not too big, but when you pull it open slightly, you can still see the bruises inside. It is particularly shocking on the white and delicate skin of the neck. If you look closely, there are still four floating fingerprints. It doesn't take much effort. Think deeply.

Qing Chen burst into anger, as if a five-flavored box in his heart had been knocked over, and all kinds of strange emotions were contained in it for a moment, making him almost speechless.