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Chapter 305 Angry?
not enough.

not enough.

Still not enough.

Song Yixi let him drink blood, put his hand on his shoulder, and looked worried.

When she felt dizzy, Wen Shiyu let her go.

Song Yixi looked at him, the man's pale face still didn't improve, she couldn't help but asked worriedly: "How is it?"

Wen Shiyu desperately suppressed the crazy impetuosity in his heart, the veins on his forehead bulged, but he just hugged her lightly, his voice a little hoarse: "It's okay, it's okay..."

Song Yixi was held in his arms, listening to his beating heart, it felt like a stone was blocked in his heart.

Is it really okay?
Then why is her uneasiness so deep.

What should she do to help him...

It didn't take long for Wen Shiyu to let Song Yixi go. He pressed the center of his brows tightly, reached out and suddenly swept down the table full of documents. There was a loud noise, but it couldn't appease his inner irritability.

"Master..."

Wu Sen appeared at the door, looking at him worriedly.

Wen Shiyu slowly put down his hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and finally spit out the cold and ruthless words: "Get lost!"

Wu Sen was shocked, and stayed for two seconds before he bowed his head and left in a panic.

Young Master... What's the matter?
In the afternoon, another gift from Wen Ting appeared at the gate of the manor.

It was still an expensive birthday gift, with a piece of paper sandwiched in the middle, and those four words were still written on the paper.

September fourteenth.

That was Wen Shiyu's birthday date.

The bright red color, teeth and claws, constantly stimulate people's nerves.

Song Yixi's scalp became tight, and the discomfort in her heart became more intense.

Wen Shiyu's eyes were cold: "Who put it there?"

"A street kid who said a stranger gave him money."

Song Yixi was silent.

It's less than a month away from Shi Yu's birthday, what does Wen Ting mean by this?
Is it something that will happen that day?
Wen Shiyu said indifferently: "Get rid of these things, and even if you send them in the future, you don't have to bring them to me again."

Wen Ting has been reduced to playing this kind of trick, which proves that he is nothing more than a clown.

Wu Sen bowed his head: "Yes."

From this day on, a gift will appear at the gate of the manor every day. The gifts may be big or small, and they are all kinds of things. Only the content of the letter remains the same.

And Wen Ting seemed to disappear out of thin air, and it was difficult to track down.

As time passed, Wen Shiyu also changed, and everyone in the manor felt that his temper had become violent.

Wu Sen Fu Jie can be said to be his right-hand man, but he was punished several times in a few days. The skin on Wu Sen's back was about to be smashed. Song Yixi couldn't bear it, and pleaded with Wen Shiyu, but he had to He said coldly: "You beg for him once, and I will punish him one more time."

At that time, Song Yixi was standing in the manor full of fallen leaves, feeling cold all over for the first time.

The night was like ink, Song Yixi took a shower and lay down on the bed.

She suddenly wanted to call her mother and brother, and when she got up to get her mobile phone, she realized that her mobile phone had been confiscated by him, and she hadn't returned it to him until now.

There was a knock on the door outside, and the sound of footsteps from far to near.

Song Yixi quickly lay down and closed her eyes.

The sound of footsteps stopped not far from her. Although she closed her eyes, her consciousness was more sensitive. She felt that he was looking at her, his gaze was as real as it was, which made her heart beat suddenly out of rhythm.

Finally, he couldn't help but opened his eyes, and met his pitch-black gaze.

Song Yixi bit her lip: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Shiyu was expressionless: "Look at my wife."

She said nothing.

Wen Shiyu walked over, stroking her delicate and fair cheeks with his cold hands, and said in a low and soft tone, "Are you angry?"

(End of this chapter)