Dressed as a fake young master, I tear up the script

Xia Xingqiao opened his eyes suddenly, he looked at the luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and panted heavily.

A tear fell silently from the corner of Xia Xingqiao's eye, slipped into her hair, and fell onto the pillow.

When Xia Xingqiao calmed down, he found that the pillow had already been wet by the tears he shed in his sleep, and there were large water stains.

The next door to this bedroom is the open-air balcony, Xia Xingqiao thought about it, hugged the pillow and planned to find a place to dry quietly while no one was around.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he slipped out, he collided with Xia Yichen who got up early in the corridor.

"Ouch!"

Xia Xingqiao's nose collided with Xia Yichen's hard chest muscles, and he was hit sorely.

Isn't Brother QAQ sleeping on the third floor?How did it appear here so early!

He really wanted to rub his nose, but he didn't want to give up the pillow he was holding, so he had to endure it.

Xia Yichen didn't speak, he raised his hand and pinched Xia Xingqiao's small nose with two fingers.

Xia Xingqiao raised her head: ...Huh?

Then the two fingers gently circled and rubbed twice.

Xia Xingqiao: "...Thank you, brother?"

Xia Yichen looked at the pillow in Xia Xingqiao's hand again, and frowned.

Before he could speak, Xia Xingqiao bit her lower lip and explained: "I, I accidentally knocked over the water glass, and the pillow got wet. I want to dry it off."

"You don't need to do this kind of thing." Xia Yichen looked inexplicable, "Go back to bed and remember to go downstairs for breakfast later."

"Ah?" Xia Xingqiao blinked in a daze, then nodded obediently: "...Oh."

Xia Yichen watched Xia Xingqiao obediently turn around and return to the room with the pillow in his arms, feeling as if he had been stabbed somewhere in his heart.

Just cried?Doesn't he know how red his eyes are?

Xia Xingqiao naturally wouldn't know what elder brother was thinking.

After breakfast, Xia Xingqiao left the Xia family.

Xia Shuran refused to go downstairs in the morning because she was in a bad mood, and there was only herself and her two elder brothers at the dinner table.

Xia Xingqiao sighed, he looked down at his phone, and fell asleep without knowing it last night, it turned out that Doctor Rong sent him a message later.

Huh?It's an emoji.

A cartoon bunny lying on a made bed, rubbing his eyes and saying goodnight.

what.

Xia Xingqiao laughed out loud.

He squinted his eyes and typed a reply to Rong Tingye on the mobile phone.

There was a light rain last night, and there were still dark clouds in the sky that hadn't all dissipated.

When Xia Xingqiao put away the phone, suddenly a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, scattered into countless beams of light and shone on the ground.

Xia Xingqiao sat in the car, half of his face was illuminated by the sun, he squinted his eyes, and his mood was unprecedentedly relaxed.

Live a good life, Xia Xingqiao.

There is a villa in the western suburbs of Beijing that almost no one sets foot in. The basement here is cold and damp, and the sun does not shine in it all year round.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with the smell of some unknown potion, the smell was disgustingly complex.

A dying man hangs in front of a wall in the basement.

Perhaps it is more accurate to call them blood talents.

Sitting across from him was his former master, who was resting with his eyes closed.

At this time, a special notification sound for one person sounded in this dead basement.

Rong Tingye's eyebrows moved slightly, and he opened his eyes.

He took off the leather gloves that were accidentally stained with blood, threw them aside in disgust, and then picked up the phone.

It was a message from Xia Xingqiao.

【Little Rabbit: Good morning Doctor Rong~】

Rong Tingye smiled, and tapped the screen twice without haste.