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"What are you doing?" The husband had just picked up the child from school, and when he opened the door, he saw his wife hugging a strange man intimately.

The wife's slanted gaze was calm, she waved her hand to let the man leave, but the husband punched him in the face in anger.

Then the two wrestled facelessly.

The child took a few steps back in fear, his thin body clinging to the wall, with a frightened expression.The Labrador at home heard the noise, and immediately rushed out of the small room to protect the little master.

His mother watched the farce with cold eyes, and did not make a sound until the two men lost their strength.

"Have you played enough? If you have played enough, get the hell out of here, bad luck."

The strange man nodded his head like garlic, and stumbled away from the scene of the crime, leaving only his glorious husband sitting on the ground with blank eyes.

"Jiang Xingchang, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Jiang Xingchang's eyes fell on his wife's delicate and beautiful face, with a sullen expression, "Xi Qin, you were the one who chased me to death, but now your nature has been exposed?"

A trace of strangeness flashed in Xi Qin's eyes, and it was fleeting.She crossed her arms and looked down at Jiang Xingchang condescendingly: "It's my problem. I really didn't expect you to be such a waste."

Xi Qin admires Qiang by nature, and it is only natural that he admired Jiang Xingchang as a mentor when he was a student.After stepping into the society, she made steady progress and skyrocketed, but her husband was always guarding that small podium, unwilling to leave.

It's not that she didn't introduce Jiang Xingchang to Mr. Xi, and even planned to give him a branch company to practice.

Jiang Xingchang did not agree, he still insisted on the teaching profession that he loved, but in the eyes of the Xi family, it was not on the table.

From then on, the couple gradually drifted away, sharing the same bed with different dreams.

"Hahaha..." Jiang Xingchang laughed suddenly, he grabbed the vase at his feet and pushed it to the ground violently, the vase splashed with broken porcelain all over the floor.

"Wow, woof, woof—" the dog's sense is the most sensitive, and it quickly sensed the strong hostility erupting from the man's master, so it couldn't help barking.

Feeling upset, Jiang Xingchang rushed forward to pick up the Labrador and walked to the balcony without saying a word, and threw it down from the fifth floor without any hesitation.

The child's pupils shrank suddenly, and in an instant, all the sounds disappeared, and it seemed to hear the muffled sound of the flesh falling to the ground.

"Aw... woo..."

Xi Qingxi suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.His limbs were stiff, and he rolled his eyes to look around, only to be relieved to find that he was in his apartment.

His feelings for Jiang Xingchang are very complicated.He respects and loves his father. After all, in his vague childhood memory, the only family affection he can feel is father's love.At the same time, he hated his father, hated his cruelty, and hated his domestic violence.

These two extreme emotions turned into two thorns that broke out of the ground, tightly entangled him, and the sharp thorns penetrated deeply into the skin, and blood flowed continuously when he moved.

"Aw, ow..." The puppy whimpered again from under the bed.

Xi Qingxi sat up from the bed, leaned over and looked, it turned out that the popcorn who was sleeping in the living room crawled into the bedroom at some point.

Xi Qingxi picked it up and asked helplessly, "Are you hungry?"

"Ow!"

"Okay, I'll get you something to eat."

Xi Qingxi soaked the goat milk powder, tested the temperature, and then placed the food bowl in front of it.He squatted on the ground, his chin resting on his arms, and watched it eat without saying a word.

He ate the popcorn in such a hurry that he almost buried his entire face in the bowl. After taking a few sips, he choked and coughed repeatedly, and the goat milk was spilled all over the floor.

"Eat slowly, no one will fight with you." Xi Qingxi couldn't laugh or cry, and stretched out his hand to smooth its fur.

The belly of the popcorn is round and round, and there is a ring of white foam on the mouth.After eating and drinking, he happily rolled on the ground, and then bounced around Xi Qingxi.

Xi Qingxi yelled in a low voice: "Don't play, go to sleep." Then he turned around, picked up a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

He had a nightmare and broke out in a cold sweat, and his pajamas stuck to his back, which was extremely sticky and uncomfortable.

Turning on the bathroom light, Xi Qingxi suddenly saw a dark shadow behind him, staring straight at him in the mirror with eyes like an abyss.

There was a sudden palpitation in his chest, and before his brain had time to think, his body reacted first, clenched his hands and subconsciously punched the mirror hard.

The sharp cracking sound pierced the silence of the night, and the mirror was split into pieces in an instant, and the dark red blood slowly flowed down the crack.The black figure disappeared without a trace, only the sound of Xi Qingxi's deep breathing in the cramped bathroom.

"What's wrong?" Fang Ruogu's anxious voice came from outside the door, he opened the door and rushed into the bathroom barefoot, not even having time to put on his slippers.

"Wow, woof!" Popcorn couldn't speak, but she could sense that the owner was in a bad mood, and her tail kept wagging.

Xi Qingxi's face was pale, and there were a few drops of inconspicuous blood marks on his face.The joint of his right hand was bloody and bloody, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, and he stared at the mirror in a daze without saying a word.

Fang Ruogu lowered his head to look at the dog at his feet, and then thought of Xi Qingxi's childhood that Qiu Ci inadvertently mentioned, so he understood.

"Xi San, wake up." Fang Ruogu's tone was like a March spring breeze, gentle and light, "Listen to me, you have grown up, and now you have the ability to protect the people and things you care about."

Fang Ruogu hugged Xi Qingxi into his arms, and stroked his back gently: "Let's go out first, shall we? The injury on your hand needs to be treated."

Xi Qingxi froze, he broke away from Fang Ruogu's embrace, looked at the broken mirror, and wanted to punch again.

However, there was no expected stabbing pain, it was Fang Ruogu who stretched out his hand in desperation to help him block the second injury.

The force of the fist pressed Fang Ruogu's back firmly into the broken glass, and he couldn't help but gasp: "Hiss..."

Xi Qingxi looked dazed and helpless, he took two unsteady steps back, leaning against the cold wall, and slowly slumped on the ground.Viscous blood dripped from the fingertips, mixed with water stains and flowed into the sewer.

Fang Ruogu's face was uncertain, he no longer tried to persuade him, but silently lifted Xi Qingxi out of the bathroom, and put him on the sofa.

After Xi Qingxi vented, his whole body was in a state of emptiness.At this time, he blocked his five senses and six senses, unable to perceive the existence of the outside world.

Fang Ruogu found the first-aid kit at home, searched out the medicine for Qingxi from the bedside table, came to the sofa and squatted down to bandage his wound.

During the bandaging process, Fang Ruogu never said a word, and Xi Qingxi was also very well-behaved. The self-mutilation just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

"Your hand, don't you need to deal with it?" Xi Qingxi's hoarse voice sounded from the top of his head, and it seemed that he had already calmed down.

Fang Ruogu carefully picked up a small piece of broken glass with tweezers, and said without raising his head, "You were injured more seriously."

Then he turned his head to the coffee table and signaled with his eyes: "Take the medicine first." Fang Ruogu put down the tweezers, unscrewed the bottle caps for him, and continued to clean up the glass shards in the wound.

After everything was dealt with, the clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock.

Fang Ruogu raised his left hand wrapped in steamed buns, and not only sighed: "Look, it's a couple's bandage. Fortunately, it was my left hand that was injured, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do things big and small at home."

Xi Qingxi said, "You can hire a nurse."

"No." Fang Ruogu didn't want to refuse directly, "This is our home, it's fine for me to take care of you."

Xi Qingxi suddenly asked: "But won't your injury affect the shooting?"

Fang Ruogu was stunned for a while, then cursed secretly: Fuck, I was careless.