The giant canary holds the script of abuse

Looking at the increasingly unfamiliar scenery outside the car window, Xie Qinghua keenly noticed that they were not going back to Tianchen Courtyard, that is to say, they might be going to another residence of Shen Zhuo.

Oh, rich man!Not every house can be called home.

Unhappy Xie Qinghua planned to wait for the development of Xiejia Village, so he would build three luxurious villas for himself by the Jinzhu Lake, one to live in, and two to raise cats and dogs. Hmph, he is such an upstart!

While Xie Qinghua was staring at the scenery outside the window, Shen Zhuo was also looking at Xie Qinghua greedily.

If it weren't for the strong self-control controlling his body, he would have rushed over to hold Xie Qinghua tightly, alive, this is the living Xie Qinghua, not a cold corpse on the operating table, nor a timeless regret Desperate, in this life, he must protect his lover. Whenever he thinks of the blood-spattered operating room in his dream, Shen Zhuo hates the hospital very much.

"Shen Zhuo?"

Hearing Shen Zhuo's gradually heavier breathing, the vigilant Li Jinghua immediately took the breathing mask from the side and put it on.

"I'm fine." After waving his hand, Shen Zhuo's eyes couldn't bear to leave Xie Qinghua for half a minute.

After inspection, after finding out that Shen Zhuo was only emotional, Li Jinghua could only helplessly glance at Xie Qinghua who didn't look at Shen Zhuo at all. Alas, a pair of enemies, as an outsider, he didn't stand on any team.

After more than 40 minutes of driving, the convoy finally stopped.

Looking at the manor-like mansion located on the hillside, Xie Qinghua raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had never been here in the previous life, but he knew that this was the Shen family's mansion.

In other words, this is Shen Zhuo's real home.

"Tsinghua, we're home." With two coughs, Shen Zhuo, who got out of the car first, opened the car door and reached out to Xie Qinghua.

Xie Qinghua didn't grab Shen Zhuo's extended hand, but got out of the car by himself.

At this time, he was standing in a large manor, directly opposite a white mansion, and the butler in front of the mansion was leading the servants to line up to welcome him. Zhuo is still very willing to work hard.

After all, a living heart is valuable.

Knowing that Xie Qinghua might remember the events of the previous life, Shen Zhuo didn't dare to provoke others at all, and would not let himself be dragged. He led the way ahead and introduced the layout of the mansion to Xie Qinghua at the same time.

"Sir." The housekeeper and servants saluted Shen Zhuo.

With a slight nod, Shen Zhuo solemnly announced to the housekeeper and servants: "This is Xie Qinghua, you can call him Young Master Xie, his position in the family is equal to mine, you should respect him as much as you respect me."

The housekeeper and the servants were all shocked: ... Isn't Mr.'s fiancé the young master Zi Ji of the Xue family? Why did he bring back a strange young man surnamed Xie.

Ah this!

"Young Master Xie." The shock turned into shock, and everyone still respectfully bowed to Xie Qinghua for a mile. Those who can stay in the compound of a wealthy family must not only have outstanding personal abilities, but also must have good eyesight, even for Xie Qinghua's If the identity is in doubt, no one will reveal it in person.

Of course, there must be some private slander.

Xie Qinghua and Shen Zhuo came here reluctantly, he didn't care about the thoughts of the servants at all, as long as he respected himself enough, he didn't care what others guessed.

Seeing a look of tiredness on Xie Qinghua's face, Shen Zhuo immediately led him up to the second floor, "Tsinghua, you live in this room, and I'm next door."

Being able to live separately is of course what Xie Qinghua could only wish for.

Nodding his head, he directly opened the door and entered the room, and then closed the door unceremoniously in front of Shen Zhuo. Once the door was closed and the lock was back, he threw himself onto the soft big bed, and then beat him a few times. Get out, it won't move.

The police station and his party, how could a hard bench bed be as comfortable as a big bed!

While Xie Qinghua was lying on the bed to soothe the pain in his body, in the master bedroom next to the wall, Li Jinghua was also helping Shen Zhuo to treat the wound with a blank face. He was forced to get out of bed and go out only five days after the operation. It is strange that the wound did not burst.

Looking at the dead Shen Zhuo, Li Jinghua was too lazy to speak again.

After taking off the dark suit, the blood-soaked navy blue shirt was tightly attached to Shen Zhuo's body, and some places had even dried up so hard to tear off. Facing this situation, Li Jinghua could only use scissors to cut the shirt open. It was peeled off, revealing the blood-stained bandage inside.

Looking at the bandage that was bleeding, Li Jinghua frowned: "No, it's too serious, I still have to go to the hospital for treatment."

After saying this, he walked around behind Shen Zhuo.

It was a densely packed wound, the wound was big or small, the only luck was that it had been sealed and stopped bleeding.

Seeing that the wound on Shen Zhuo's back was not broken, Li Jinghua hurriedly treated the wound on Shen Zhuo's chest, changed the bandage, and put on easy-to-change pajamas for Shen Zhuo, Li Jinghua couldn't help but persuade again: "I really don't want to go to the hospital. ? If you go to the hospital, the wound may heal faster."

"I don't like the smell of hospitals."

Ever since Li Jinghua dealt with the wound, Shen Zhuo's brows did not frown, as if he was not the one who was injured.

Li Jinghua supported Shen Yao carefully and lay on the bed. Li Jinghua tried his best and said helplessly: "Okay, don't go if you don't want to go, you rest first, and I will ask the housekeeper to prepare food for you." Li Jinghua felt that he was really careless in making friends.

"Thank you, Jinghua."

The excessive blood loss made Shen Zhuo drowsy, his eyes were half closed, he still remembered to thank him.

"Why bother!" With a deep sigh, Li Jinghua closed the door and went out. At this time, he was worried and sad. He was worried that Shen Zhuo's injury might not be hidden. In two days, his uncle and aunt would come back Xingshi questioned the crime; what is worrying is that Shen Zhuo has ruined his body so much, and he doesn't know if he can make him live a long life.

After a sound sleep, Xie Qinghua opened his eyes and realized that it was twelve o'clock.

That said, it's time for lunch.

After a brief wash, Xie Qinghua went downstairs, and the butler led him to the restaurant full of food aromas as soon as he saw him.

In the dining room, a graceful and luxurious woman is eating.

The moment she saw Xie Qinghua, the woman frowned: "Who are you?"

Xie Qinghua ignored the vigilant woman, but naturally sat on the other side of the dining table. He was hungry and didn't want to talk to anyone. Anyway, he was invited back by Shen Zhuo. He didn't care who he liked. the other party's identity.

Xie Qinghua didn't answer Shen Meiling's words, but the butler didn't dare to pretend he didn't hear: "Miss, this is Xie Qinghua, Young Master Xie, the guest that Mr. invited back today."

A word of "guest" implies something.

Glancing at the housekeeper who dared to bully him, Xie Qinghua took the bowls and chopsticks handed over by the servant and started to eat.

The housekeeper lowered his brows, as if he hadn't seen Xie Qinghua's warning.

"Crack!" A clear sound of smashing a bowl resounded in the dining room.

Shen Meiling was in a bad mood at first, and when she saw Xie Qinghua's outstanding temperament, she said politely. She didn't expect to be humiliated in public. How could a wealthy and noble girl who was pampered suffer such a disadvantage in her own home? Since Xie Qinghua didn't give herself She didn't intend to save face for Xie Qinghua anymore.

"Get out, cats, cats and dogs can enter our Shen's house at any time." Pointing at the door, Shen Meiling performed on the spot what it means to be a child of a wealthy family who bullies others.

Xie Qinghua, eager to leave, threw the bowl away, stood up and left.

Shen Meiling: ... so angry!

Butler with ulterior motives: ...mmp, this style of painting seems a bit wrong, is he about to suffer!