Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

After leaving the scope of the house, he began to run at a faster pace. He ignored the sound of bottles and cans in the medicine box shaking and breaking from time to time, and just ran back to his medicine house desperately.

'No wonder he always said it was too sweet every time he boiled medicine for him; no wonder he didn't like his carefully honeyed ginger slices; no wonder...he completely ignored his intentions. '

After returning to the room and closing the door, he leaned against the door and slid down powerlessly, his heart was full of bitterness, and he buried his face in his knees, and a choked sob occasionally came from between his knees.

"I didn't expect that you would fall in love with him."

A deep and dark voice came, and Shui Wuya raised his head, only to find that there was already a person sitting in the room.

"Master?" Shui Wuya looked at the man in front of him in astonishment.

"My heart hurts." The man walked up to Shui Wuya and lifted his chin with one hand, staring coldly at the moisture in his eyes.

"No." Shui Wuya turned his face away and stood up.

"Huh..." The man smiled disdainfully, "It's useless to be hurt, Qi Diaoming has always been cold-blooded and indifferent, except for Ling Luomei, he will never be nice to another person." Looking at Shui Wuya because of himself He clenched his hands tightly, and his eyes flashed with conspiracy.

"What he did to you before was treating you as Lingluomei. But now that the real Lingluomei has returned, you are nothing in his eyes." The man looked into his cold eyes, Emphasized the rhetoric.

"Ling...Luo...Mei...???" Shui Wuya thought of Qi Diaoming leaving him twice, remembering that he couldn't help but kiss him Shouting the word 'Luomei', I felt even more pain in my heart.

The man looked at his sad expression, but smiled coldly, "And that Ying Wumei, who knew his identity, but watched Qi Diaoming treat you well, watched you fall step by step, and only now stood up , isn't this trying to embarrass you and humiliate you?"

Shui Wuya's body shook unsteadily, the man knew that he had stabbed him in the Achilles' heel.

"Wuya." The man took out a half-sized gourd from his arms, "As long as Ying Wumei drinks this typhoid medicine, you can still be a Lingluomei." He put the gourd on the table and looked at Shui Wuya. Push it over.

"This is..." Shui Wuya took a step back in panic.

"Don't worry, this is an ordinary typhoid medicine." The man took a tea bowl and poured out the light brown liquid in the gourd, "However, for those who have drunk Lanling wine and tulips, this will become the medicine that will keep them from sleeping forever. Awakening soul ecstasy soup."

"Wumei, has he ever drank tulips?"

"Just last night, they tasted wine and interceded in Qi Diaoming's room. It was so pleasant. But what about you at that time? What were you doing? When you were hiding in the room sadly, the person you regarded as your confidant People, but they are drinking and chatting with your beloved..."

"Stop talking." Shui Wuya shouted uncontrollably, his sad eyes stained with icy frost.

The man grinned secretly, watched Shui Wuya coldly pick up the bowl of light brown soup and put it on the tray, picked it up, turned around and left...

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"Boundless."

When he pushed open the door again, Ying Wumei was the only one left in the room. As soon as he saw him coming in, he immediately propped up his weak body to sit up.

"Where are the others?" His gaze always avoided Ying Wumei's inquiring gaze.

"I'll let him go first." Ying Wumei leaned against the head of the bed and sat firmly, patted the seat beside her, "Can you sit down?" She asked sincerely in an expectant tone.

"I still have something to do, I..." Shui Wuya refused without hesitation.

"Just for a while, just a few words." Ying Wumei looked at him and pleaded.

Shui Wuya raised his head to look at him, his eyes were still the clear and peaceful Wen Ning's when they first met, but at this moment, because of his refusal, there was a flash of anxious panic, he hesitated for a moment, and he sat down anyway.

"I'm sorry." As soon as he sat down, Ying Wumei blurted out this sentence of apology.

"Hiding it up for you?" He raised his eyebrows lightly.

"No." Ying Wumei shook her head honestly, "I never thought of revealing my identity since I entered the Lacquer Carving Mansion, I just wanted to send Shenglian here to see if Morun is doing well. "

Shui Wuya's voice sounded emotionless, "I don't want to reveal my identity, but I can still be seen through??"

"It's Morun." Seeing his indifference, Ying Wumei felt sad, "It was Morun who saw through me."

"That child?"

He remembered that he once wanted him to see his own face, even if it was fake, it could more or less make up for the sadness that he had never seen his own father.But now that I think about it, how ironic and ridiculous his actions are. People have recognized his father long ago, but he still uses a fake face to make up for it.

Shui Wuya smiled sarcastically in his heart, "Since you know who you are, why are you teasing me? Seeing me falling in love with him, seeing my obsession with him."

"I didn't tease you. I persuaded you. Have you forgotten?" From the time he saw Shui Wuya's feelings, he persuaded him. Later, seeing his persistence, he also felt that he was an open-minded and broad-minded person. , must be able to grasp the appropriate measure, so I didn't say any more.

"Why are you emotional? How can you be emotional!? You shouldn't be emotional!" Shui Wuya smiled bitterly, "That's really good. From that moment on, you knew that all my efforts would be in vain, because you knew that he was nothing but you. Absolutely not emotionally attached to anyone. Is it?"

He couldn't help thinking of what kind of eyes and mood he used to look at him every time he wanted him to confide his sad feelings, every time he wanted him to say that he wanted to be Ling Luomei, too. Restrain the anger in your heart.

"Wu Ya, do you have to misunderstand me like this?" Ying Wumei frowned sadly.

"Is it a misunderstanding?" Shui Wuya asked coldly, "Don't you dare say you haven't thought about it that way?"

Ying Wumei was stunned for a moment, speechless for a while, she could only lower her head to avoid his cold and sharp gaze.

Shui Wuya was right, when he persuaded him, it was because he was worried that Qi Diaoming's coldness would eventually hurt him, and also because he knew that Qi Diaoming's obsession with the dead Ling Luomei worried that one day he would not be able to bear it The fate of the stand-in collapsed.

"You still love him?" Shui Wuya looked at his dodging eyes and asked with a cold face.

Ying Wumei raised her head and looked at him in shock, for a long while, she frowned again and remained silent.

Even he himself didn't know the answer to this question, so how should he answer it?

"Hehe..." Shui Wuya smiled sadly, and suddenly felt that he had been completely like a clown these days, and all his sacrifices were just a drama for people to laugh at.

"Wuya, I'm not..." Ying Wumei was eager to explain, but didn't know how to speak.

"Don't talk about it." Shui Wuya reached out his hand to stop his words, picked up the medicine bowl on the tray that he had been holding tightly and handed it to him, "Take your medicine."

Ying Wumei looked at him with eyes that absolutely did not want to talk anymore, and had no choice but to give up.He took the medicine bowl, looked at the light brown liquid in the bowl, and brought it to his mouth.

"Wumei." Shui Wuya stopped him from drinking the medicine, and there was a hint of panic in his cold eyes, "You...do you ever consider me a confidant?" A man who trusts everything and treats him sincerely is obsessed with such an answer.

Ying Wumei smiled softly, her brows and eyes were full of gentleness, "Not only in the past, but now and in the future, Wumei will still regard you as a confidant."

Shui Wuya looked at his sincere tone and sincere eyes, knowing that this man still had complete trust in him until now, he slowly...withdrew his hand that prevented him from taking the medicine, "You... ..Drink your medicine."

This sentence is enough, and his answer... is enough! ! ! !

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