Zhuang Qingyun threw away the pen in his hand, immediately stood up, hurried out with the pro guard, and hurried out of the priest's house to Chuang Tzu

When he arrived at the door of the study, he could smell the strong smell of wine. Zhuang Qingyun's eyebrows jumped and raised his hand to push the door.

"Get out!" a bottle of wine hit the door, and Qin Wuyan's roar came from inside.

Pro Wei seems to have seen the strange. He just looks at each other and looks at Zhuang Qingyun with all his hopes.

Zhuang Qingyun was also angry. He raised his foot and kicked the door open.

The sun shone into the study, and the smell of muddy wine came to my face, which was in a mess.

Zhuang Qingyun threw away his clothes, raised his feet and stepped in. He covered the door and looked for it, but he didn't find Qin Wuyan. He moved and continued to look, only to find Qin Wuyan lying under the desk

Zhuang Qingyun: "

Zhuang Qingyun uncovers the tablecloth, grabs Qin Wuyan's arm and drags people out from under the table. He finds that Qin Wuyan is thin in just two days.

The body bones are thinner, the handsome cheeks are somewhat sunken, the beard on the face is broken, the ink hair is messy, the whole person is decadent, the clothes on the body are wrinkled, and there is an unpleasant smell of muddy wine all over the body

Qin Wuyan was not lightly drunk. He didn't know how long he had drunk. The ground was full of bottles and cans.

Zhuang Qingyun smiled angrily: "they said you don't eat or drink. You shut yourself up in the study all day. You don't eat or drink anywhere. You used to collect so many wines in the study. Didn't you drink them all at one time?"

Qin Wuyan lay upright on the floor with vague words: "she despised me. She said I was dirty. She thought I was disgusting..."

Zhuang Qingyun felt uncomfortable when he listened and dragged Qin Wuyan from the ground: "wash yourself first..."

Qin Wuyan is tall, has long legs, is tall and big, and is drunk like mud. Zhuang Qingyun can't help him. He has to ask the guard to come over and carry the man to the ear room next to him, so that the guard can wash him

Qin Wuyan accidentally choked a few salivas, and his dizzy head became sober. He allowed the guard to clean up after scrubbing himself, and then carried himself to the bed to lie down.

His heart was empty, and the cold wind gurgled into his blood. All in his mind were Zhuang Xiaoyu's disgusting eyes when looking at him as if looking at something dirty, and the words Zhuang Xiaoyu said.

He closed his eyes and dared not recall, but those words seemed to be printed in his mind and lingered. The more he didn't want to think about them, the more they echoed in his mind.

The pro guard brought the porridge and put it on the head of the bed. Zhuang Qingyun picked up the porridge bowl, sat down beside the bed and looked at Qin Wuyan: "eat something. When you have strength, go back to the priest's house."

Qin Wuyan was dead, motionless and weak.

Zhuang Qingyun stirred the lean meat porridge in the white porcelain bowl, and his tone was full of hatred for iron but not steel: "if you really take Xiaoyu as a chess piece and care about her kindness, you can let her leave when you want.

In the future, whether she gets married or not has nothing to do with you. In the future, no matter who she marries, it has nothing to do with you. When you are your high priest, she lives her little life. It's nothing bad

But you just don't want to let her go, kill her relatives, and want her to be with you all the time

Speechless, at this moment, I am not your subordinate, but your brother. I want to talk to you from the bottom of my heart. I want to ask you first, what do you think in your heart? "