Qin Wuyan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "just take it... This is what I once owed min Rui..."

"When did you owe min Rui? That man has already died..." Zhuang Qingyun roared.

"He is indeed dead. He is..."

The words "I killed" had not yet been said, but a "bang" was heard in the shadow around the corner of the corridor.

Qin Wuyan waved Zhuang Qingyun's hand and walked to the direction where the sound sounded. He saw that the flower mud was sprinkled on the ground, and the porcelain altar was broken into several pieces. Zhuang Xiaoyu squatted on the ground and was about to pick up the fragments on the ground.

A big with a thin cocoon grasped her wrist. Qin Wuyan pulled her up. "If it's broken, it's broken. Don't cut your hand."

Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered her eyebrows and eyes, pointing to the trembling branches in the flower mud: "the flower seedlings are crushed."

Qin Wuyan jumped on his forehead, pulled her aside and took her out: "if it's bad, it's bad. What flowers do you like? Let the housekeeper send someone to dig them back for you tomorrow. You don't have to take these things back to the priest's house..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu let him pull him and silently followed his side. His hands closed in his wide cuffs were clenched into fists, and even his back was tight.

At the gate of the hospital, Qin Wuyan took Zhuang Xiaoyu into the carriage and stuffed him into the carriage. "You're in the carriage. Wait for me. I'll come soon."

Zhuang Xiaoyu still hung his head and whispered "um" for a while.

Qin Wuyan stared at her eyebrows and eyes for a long time. His heart felt like a knife twist. Seeing that she had not raised her eyes and looked at herself, her white eyes gradually stained with blood

Qin Wuyan was afraid that he could not restrain himself. He directly asked the exit. He took down the curtain, turned and returned to the shadow where Zhuang Xiaoyu stood in the inner corridor. Zhuang Qingyun also stopped there. They looked at each other and were silent.

A moment later, Zhuang Qingyun broke his silence and asked tentatively, "when did Xiao Yu come?"

Qin Wuyan shook his head.

Zhuang Qingyun said to himself, as if to Qin Wuyan and to himself: "Xiao Yu should not have heard what we said. It's not close to where we just spoke

Even if she heard it, it doesn't matter. We didn't say anything. We were just discussing that she wanted to raise min Huizhu's children... "

Qin Wuyan choked: "if I had an affair with min Huizhu, she would know about it..."

Qin Wuyan raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows. He didn't dare to imagine the consequences.

Zhuang Qingyun took a chance: "no, she won't know. Last time she misunderstood you and had a big quarrel with you. She didn't eat or drink in bed for several days. If she heard about it this time, she might have rushed to you and pressed you for the truth."

Zhuang Qingyun pulled Qin Wuyan's cuff: "don't think too much. Xiao Yu is not the kind of woman who can calm down..."

Seeing that Qin Wuyan was still frowning, Zhuang Qingyun said again, "since Xiao Yu wants to raise min Huizhu's child, I'll go and deal with it. I'll bring the child to her at that time.

These days, you will stay with Xiao Yu and observe her carefully to see if she has heard our conversation... "

After Qin Wuyan explained Zhuang Qingyun a few words, he hurried away and went to the gate of the hospital.

Zhuang Xiaoyu sat in the carriage and heard the footsteps go away. He gently opened a corner of the curtain and looked out. He saw that several managers of Min mansion were talking around the managers of Zhuang Zi

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at those people, narrowed her eyes and pinched her fingernails into the palm