The arrogant emperor, strong spoils!

Qiao Chengxun didn't look at him and said expressionless, "ti'er is hurt because of me. I should stay and take care of her."

"Ti'er is my daughter. What are you?" Huo Jun said and wanted to catch people.

Wendy couldn't stop, "Dad, I'm sorry."

"Ti'er..." Huo Jun looked down at his baby daughter's face. "If you don't want to see him, dad will help you drive him away."

Wendy whispered, "forget it, let him stay."

Huo Jun frowned and saw his daughter's pitiful appearance. He wanted to break up the man who had hurt her. However, he also knew that Ti Er needed this man at the moment.

Well, with Qiao Chengxun, Ti at least had no chance to hurt herself again.

"Call Dad if you have something. Don't carry it by yourself."

"Yes." Wendy nodded obediently.

Huojun looked at her for the last time and turned away.

There are only two men and women left in the ward.

Qiao Chengxun wanted to feed her soup again, but Wendy had no appetite. She raised her left hand and pushed the bowl away. "I don't want to drink. Take it away."

Qiao Chengxun put down the bowl and said softly, "are you still hungry?"

Wendy shook her head.

"Ti, let's talk?"

"About what?"

Qiao Chengxun gently pinched her sweet shoulder and forced her to look up at him. Only when she looked at him, she didn't have a chance to lock herself up.

Wenti'er stared at the dark eyes. The sadness in her heart suddenly turned into grievances and poured into tears.

"There's nothing to talk about with you. Go check your company and find your han Tingxi. I'm just a pair of divorced old shoes. It's not worth your high young master to put down his body, huh..."

Qiao Chengxun quickly opened his mouth, bit the girl's kiss owed lip, and said in a deep voice: "I promise you, don't check Si, don't go to Han Tingxi."

"Your words have no credibility." Wendy hit coldly.

Qiao Chengxun's thin lips raised a charming arc, "believe it or not, it's up to me to do it or not, and you'll see it later."

"People like you are unreasonable. Where's my cell phone?" Wendy doesn't want to talk to such a man anymore. She might as well play with her mobile phone.

Qiao Chengxun took her mobile phone to her, "go to the microblog and say peace to your fans."

"Do I have any fans?" Wendy was very suspicious.

Whenever she is rumored, those uncertain fans on the Internet will bite like crazy dogs. She is tired of this untrue online plot.

Qiao Chengxun encouraged: "believe in yourself."

Wendy moved the corners of her mouth and didn't speak.

Looking at the microblog icon on the mobile phone, I still feel a lingering fear that those who curse her death will come out and attack her.

Now she is afraid that she has no courage to carry this violent attack again.

Qiao Chengxun raised his big hand like Han Yu and gently rubbed her small round face, "ti'er, go up and have a look. I'm here. It's okay."

Wendy looked at him suspiciously and opened her microblog carefully.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally summoned up the courage to publish a microblog reporting peace - sorry to worry everyone, I'm fine.

Refresh the microblog, there are fan comments.

[is it me? Just be fine.]

Great, Wendy, you must be strong. No matter how others black you, I will always support you!]

[never remove powder!!!]

[I think it's better for you to send an explanation, such as who you are related to. Whether those sunspots believe you or not, at least you have a clear conscience.]