Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Wen Qing secretly carried the soup and walked into the hut.

Fu Liang waved his hand to light up the only candlestick on the table, the faint spark could only illuminate a square inch.

Wen Qing carefully placed the earthenware bowl containing the chicken heart soup on the table, then sat down politely at the side: "Ah Liang, drink it quickly, I'll wait for you to finish it."

"Uh...Okay." Fu Liang had a headache.

While he was quietly drinking the soup with just the right temperature, Wen Qing, who was sitting beside him, also looked at him quietly with his chin resting on his hands.

"Uh..." Fu Liang took out a white handkerchief from the sleeve of his robe and handed it to him, "You should wipe your face first."

"Okay." Wen Qing's heartbeat accelerated immediately, and at the same time felt warm in his heart, he took Fu Liang's handkerchief and wiped his face carefully, "Thank you, Ah Liang."

"It's okay..." Fu Liang sipped the soup from the spoon without raising his eyes, "You often make soup for me, I should thank you."

"A Liang, if you like, I can make soup for you anytime." Wen Qing responded courteously while wiping her hands.

Fu Liang almost choked on the soup. Although he didn't look at Wen Qing, he could still feel the burning gaze of the other party.

He was so anxious that his face was hot, and he pursed his lips in deliberation and said, "Brother Wen, actually...you don't need to make me soup, I don't like soup."

Wen Qing's face was slightly embarrassed, and his smile was dry for a moment: "Then...then what do you like, I can learn."

"Brother Wen..." Fu Liang finished eating the chicken heart and drank the soup, then put it down and said, "I don't have anything I like, you don't need to learn it."

Wen Qing nodded slightly, the candlelight flickered, concealing the sadness in his eyes, he thought for a while and said: "But you have a heart disease now, I will still insist on making soup for you until you recover."

"I followed Su Muyao's way, and drinking your soup won't help..." Fu Liang said directly, "So, Brother Wen, you really don't have to trouble yourself like this in the future."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly dropped to freezing point, so much lower than the night.

Fu Liang pursed his lips, and saw his dull and tight expression from the corner of his eyes, so he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine. Even if I really have heart disease, it is not a simple "supplementing form with form". healing. "

"Heart disease? Heart medicine?"

Wen Qing woke up suddenly, lifted his eyelids weakly, and stared at Fu Liang intently: "Ah Liang, what do you mean? Do you have someone you like?"

In the dead of night, there is only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest outside the fan-shaped window.

The bright moon shines in from the window, and sprinkles the incense table seats coldly, spreading a thin halo.

Ji Jiu warned Xin Wuran, ordering him to remember to use "Ming Butterfly" to send messages along the way if he found Fu Liang's trace, he wanted to see how Fu Liang's current situation is.

He doesn't know what kind of mood he has in peeping at other people's scenes, or he doesn't want to admit what kind of mood he has, he just wants to believe that the opposing identities that have been established so far are not only the opposite relationship between Su Muyao and Fu Liang , and the Ji family and the Fu family are also rivals in the real world.

Although the butterflies are transparent and silent, for Ji Jiu and Xin Wuran who operate them, they can always sense the existence of the "Ming Butterfly" in time.

Ji Jiu, who was lying flat on the couch and sleeping with his clothes on, keenly sensed the approach of the bright butterfly. He opened his eyes suddenly, and two transparent butterflies radiating fluorescence danced on his face.

Ji Jiu's eyes also reflected the light of the butterfly. Through the shared vision returned by the butterfly message, he saw Wen Qing enter Fu Liang's room late at night, that's all.

Fu Liangtong is a disciple of Xingyao Palace. Although he has not manipulated the "Ming Butterfly" to send messages for the time being, he still has a natural ability to perceive the "Ming Butterfly". Even if he cannot see it, he will be aware of it.

Therefore, Xin Wuran didn't dare to let "Ming Butterfly" get too close to them.

But precisely because of his carefulness, Ji Jiu couldn't see what was going on in the house, and the more he couldn't see, the easier it was to think wildly.

Ji Jiu's hands resting by his sides were already tightly clenched into fists.At this moment, his only consolation was that the Duoqing Pill in Fu Liang's body did not flare up, at least it proved that Fu Liang didn't have any emotions about Wen Qing in his heart.

However, this consolation is too small.Soon, Ji Jiu felt his throat was sweet. He turned over and grabbed the edge of the bed and coughed blood on the ground——the Fuqing pill in Fu Liang's body still flared up.

"Can you hear this shit?"

Fu Liang underestimated the sensitivity of a person trapped in love to his sweetheart's attitude, language and behavior. He intentionally missed Wen Qing's eyes, raised his left hand that was held empty, and coughed lightly twice: "No."

Wen Qing pursed his lips jealously. He grew up in Beidouxuan. Although he was the youngest disciple under Pojun's seat, his seniors liked him very much because of his gentle temperament and kind heart. He was the most popular one in the sect. , the emotion of "jealousy" had almost never occurred to him before he met Fu Liang.

Now, this sinful emotion was rapidly expanding in his chest.

In order to win Fu Liang's heart, he lied and deceived him, making Fu Liang think that he was his savior until now.

Wen Qing thought a little bit carefully, hooked his lips and smiled helplessly: "Ah Liang, I am willing to die for you, is the person you like also willing?"

"I know..." Fu Liang didn't dare to look at his expectant eyes, and blurted out, "I don't have this request from him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Wen Qing laughed at herself sadly: "So, Ah Liang, you really have a sweetheart."

Fu Liang looked at him with guilt. It was not his intention to hurt Wen Qing. In his eyes, Wen Qing was not only a good person, but also his savior, who treated him very well.

When he was bored and free time, Fu Liang couldn't help doubting himself, because of the effect of Duoqing Pill, he didn't dare to think about other men, and only dared to repeatedly wonder why he just fell in love with a sick girl?Isn't a gentle and considerate man fragrant?

Late at night is indeed easy to overwhelm people's emotions. When Wen Qing's sadness infected him, he couldn't help thinking about this question again, and this time he thought of Wen Qing.

Wen Qing is a hundred times more gentle and considerate than Ji Jiu, although his appearance is slightly inferior to Ji Jiu, but he is not a person who just looks at his face...

What's more, although it is hard to find a man who is more beautiful than Ji Jiu, there are many men who are thousands of times better than Ji Jiu...

As long as the handsome man keeps the most basic moral bottom line, then the man has already won Ji Jiu.

In comparison, Wen Qing is really good.

"puff."

The guilt towards Wen Qing made Fu Liang spit out a mouthful of blood, and the severe pain in his heart made him accidentally knock over the table and stool and fall heavily to the ground.

"Ah Liang, Ah Liang, are you okay?"

Wen Qing quickly knelt beside him.