No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Shen Yanli ran away in panic when Song Wensheng was only [-] meters closer to him. He used the lowest excuse that he had to urinate urgently. He left and never came back. He didn't care whether the host was hosting a banquet.

A few people knew this well, so they left without saying goodbye. Fu Yanci and Zhao Zhixi drank a lot, and were helped into the car by their assistants. Song Wensheng also followed them, while Mr. Shao stared at the old man sitting there. The corners of the little fox cub on the seat raised a slight arc.

Shen Yanli didn't know when he was gone. All he knew was that he stood at the door of He Miao's bedroom, knocked on the door and shouted until his throat was dry.

"What are you so embarrassed about? Ever since you came to the capital, you haven't had a good look!" Shen Yanli's tone was also unkind, and he slapped the door harder and harder.

He never had a good temper, but he was quite patient with He Miao.

There was still no sound inside, as if there was no one there.

It was clear that the people inside didn't want to talk to him.

Shen Yanli has always been different from others before him. When he is in a good mood, others can do whatever he wants, and it is no problem for him to pamper and pamper him. When he is in a bad mood, it is considered as a favor to not hit others.

"Open the door!" Shen Yanli raised his voice and his tone became stern.

There was still no reply from inside, which made it clear that he was deliberately ignoring him.

Shen Yanli lost his temper and slapped the door so hard that his palms turned red: "Open the door! If you don't open the door again, I won't be polite!"

He roared, and it was quiet for a moment before a slightly angry voice came: "I fell asleep."

"Sleep!" Shen Yanli swore directly, no longer being gentlemanly and polite in front of others, "Give you ten seconds, open the fucking door right now!"

There was no sound inside, as if they were determined to fight against him.

Shen Yanli laughed angrily, took two steps back, flew up with his long legs, and kicked the door in the middle. It was originally a courtyard house that had been around for some time, and the doors were not very secure, and Shen Yanli couldn't help it. foot.

There was just a 'bang' sound, and the entire door panel fell off, hitting the floor of the bedroom, raising wood droplets, which made the person's nose uncomfortable.

Shen Yanli didn't care about that and strode in. He saw He Miao sitting on the round stool next to the Eight Immortals table, with a fair and clean face, cold and devoid of any emotions or expressions.

"Didn't you fucking say you were asleep!" Shen Yanli couldn't suppress the anger in his chest and roared angrily at He Miao.

He Miao seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He didn't have any unnecessary expressions. He only lowered his eyes slightly and didn't even look at Shen Yanli.

"I'm asking you something, you're mute!" Shen Yanli slowed down and walked forward, stood in front of He Miao, held his shoulder with one hand, "Answer me."

His tone softened a bit, but it was obviously the calm before the storm.

"What do you want me to answer?" He Miao raised his face and looked at Shen Yanli expressionlessly.

I don't know how many times, Shen Yanli has liked more people than he can count on his ten fingers. Today it is Song Wensheng, tomorrow it will be someone else. He has long been tired of this kind of life.

Shen Yanli looked at his desperate look and sighed helplessly: "It's fine, why are you causing trouble?"

He did like Song Wensheng, but that was already in the past. Who doesn't have a past or a past, so he has to hold on to her. What's more, he didn't do anything excessive today.

"No." He Miao only responded lightly, stood up and walked towards the bed.He was tired and really didn't want to argue with Shen Yanli anymore.

"It's not awkward, who are you showing this stinky face to!" Shen Yanli couldn't hold back his anger and grabbed He Miao's arm.

He was very strong, but He Miao was as weak as a kite with its string broken, swaying, and allowed Shen Yanli to pull him in front of him.

"You must speak clearly today!" Shen Yanli really couldn't bear to see how he looked like an angry and resentful woman.

"I'll go back tomorrow. I still have work to deal with." He Miao's tone was calm, and his mood always looked like he couldn't make any waves.

"Fuck you!" Shen Yanli was angry, grabbing He Miao's arm and walking straight towards the bed not far away.

He Miao didn't even struggle. He seemed to be accustomed to Shen Yanli's irritability and rage. He was pulled by the arm and allowed to be pressed on the bed.

"What do you want me to do, huh?" Shen Yanli had advantages in both height and weight, and he locked He Miao firmly on the bed, with a gloomy expression on his face. "For you, I traveled all the way to Beijing. It was so cold. What else do you want me to do!"

"No, Xiaoyu is a nice girl, don't take advantage of her." He Miao's voice was light, but his voice was extremely soft. It was an innate softness that made people feel warm in their hearts.

"Are you trying to defend her?" Shen Yanli's voice was dangerous and could explode at any time.

He Miao narrowed his eyes and instinctively avoided Shen Yanli's sinister eyes: "The Shao family is a wealthy family, how could they agree to adopt their bloodline to the Shen family? Don't make it difficult for Xiaoyu, after all, she is your relative." Niece.”

"It doesn't matter how wealthy he is. The Shen family is the royal family, so he must obey!" Shen Yanli gritted his teeth on every word.

On the surface, he was talking about the Shao family, but in fact, he was talking about He Miao. His rights were enough to make it impossible for him to escape even if he had wings. He should die as soon as possible, leave his heart, and stay with him obediently.

"Yanli, don't do this." He Miao was out of breath and pushed Shen Yanli's shoulders with his palms.

"How?" Shen Yanli smiled evilly, like an old fox that became a spirit, "Don't you say you like me the most? It's been a long time since we were together, why not tonight..."

"Yanyan, don't be like this, my injury is not healed yet..."

Before He Miao finished speaking, his voice was lost in Shen Yanli's crazy kiss. It was like a violent storm, washing away every corner of He Miao's heart.

Originally, he still held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that he would get better, but now, he was completely desperate.

Shen Yanli's temper went crazy quickly, and he returned to normal within an hour.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier whether the injury was healed?" Shen Yanli stood beside the bed, looking at He Miao on the bed, and threw a wet towel next to him.

He Miao lowered his eyes. There was a look of pain in his eyes, but he suppressed it. He only slowly wiped the oozing blood and cleaned the wound.

"The matter between Song Wensheng and I has been settled. You don't need to think too much." Shen Yanli leaned against the Eight Immortals table. There was no explanation for the 300 taels of silver here.

"Yes." He Miao responded lightly, threw the towel beside the bed, and skillfully opened the drawer of the bedside table, which contained anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine.

With Shen Yanli, he always has medicine by his side...