It turns out he gets sick too.
Xu Zhihuai lowered his eyes and looked at Wei Li, looking at his haggard and miserable face, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
She slowly raised one hand towards her neck, which was exposed from the slightly open collar. She could clearly see the blood pulsing under the skin.
Thin fingers touched the hot skin and caressed the raised Adam's apple.
Maybe now is the best opportunity.
Just strangle him to death and avoid future troubles forever.
As soon as he dies, it's all over.
Thinking of this, Xu Zhihuai stretched out his other hand, pinched Wei Li's neck with both hands, and secretly exerted force.
Is it too easy for him to let him die like this?
While hesitating, Wei Li suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were burning red and his eyes were slightly hazy. He looked at the petite figure beside the bed. Although he couldn't see her whole face, he could tell that it was Xu Zhihuai just by smelling her scent.
Her smell was so familiar to him that he thought about it often and it was still fresh in his memory.
Xu Zhihuai stopped his hand in a hurry, his plain white fingertips trembling.
Wei Li reacted for a moment, recalling that the warm touch just now gradually intensified, and he immediately guessed what she wanted to do.
A woman is a woman.
If you continue to make mistakes, it will be difficult to achieve great things. The opportunity is clearly right in front of you.
Wei Li curled her chapped lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "You want to kill me?"
Xu Zhihuai wanted to deny it, but after looking at Wei Li with contempt, he suddenly sneered: "Yes, we almost succeeded. What a pity."
Wei Li smiled contemptuously, closed his eyes again and said, "I love you so much, I will give you another chance."
Xu Zhihuai would not be fooled by him and sneered: "Master Hou, please save it. If you want to die, please die somewhere else. Don't die here, as it will dirty my land."
Wei Li was stung again by her cold words. He opened his eyes, his eyes as cold as water: "If you want me to die, you don't have to find someone to save me."
"The hospital that saved you has nothing to do with me..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out a hand from the quilt, grabbed Xu Zhihuai's arm, and pulled her over.
Even though he was sick, he was stronger than her.
Xu Zhihuai was unprepared and was pulled down by him. Most of her body fell on his chest, and her side was hit by the edge of the bed, which made her groan in pain.
She was in my arms along with her body temperature.
His heart was instantly empty.
Wei Li knew very well that without brute force and coercion, she would never get close to him. Fortunately, he still had some strength...
Xu Zhihuai's chin was also hurt by the knock, and he struggled hurriedly: "Wei Li, let me go!"
Wei Li's eyes were stubborn and he sneered, "I won't let you go. Call the doctors and chop off my hand. Once you chop it off, let it go."
"asshole!"
Xu Zhihuai was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
Wei Li said, "You're wrong, I'm not a bastard, I'm a bastard, a bitch."
Xu Zhihuai was stunned, looking at his too distorted smile, and just said: "What's the point of deceiving yourself? If you feel sad, say sad, if you feel sad, say sad. If you don't believe it, say you are not convinced."
There happened to be a candle beside the bed, and the dim candlelight reflected on her face, like a holy light, making her eyebrows brighten.
Wei Li was about to cry but had no tears. He looked at her quietly and said, "What if I say something softly? Just like now, if you ask me to let go, will I let go?"
"If you don't feel happy, you shouldn't be crazy about me."
"I didn't mean to go crazy, I just...accidentally ended up here."
"If the Marquis wants to cry happily, just cry here, I will just stay away."
"Xu Zhihuai, you underestimate me."
His voice was steady and his heartbeat was thunderous.
He had never cried before and didn't know what it felt like.
Xu Zhihuai took a deep breath: "Master Hou, please let go of your hands."
Wei Li's Adam's apple rolled: "If I let go, will you leave?"
Xu Zhihuai tried to calm down: "This is my bedroom, where can I go?"
Huangji Guards are everywhere, and his spies are everywhere.
"well……"
Wei Li let go of his hand, and Xu Zhihuai took two steps back before saying, "You are very ill and need a good rest. But you can't stay here. I'll order someone to arrange a carriage to take you back to the Marquis Mansion."
Wei Li smiled bitterly: "Whatever you want."
Anyway, either he leaves or she leaves.
Xu Zhihuai was silent for a while and then said: "The wound on your arm doesn't matter, it's not deep."
Wei Li's eyes were distracted, and he suddenly asked: "Why don't you take action?"
Being soft-hearted when you least should be soft-hearted is a big no-no.
Xu Zhihuai hesitated for a moment: "I don't want the prince to be sad. He just lost his father and cannot lose another brother."
Wei Li's eyes darkened: "You are so kind to the Crown Prince."
Xu Zhihuai didn't say much to him, just arranged everything and sent him out of the palace safely.
When Jinhua learned about this, she was so frightened that her seven souls lost her six souls.
Mu Xiuwan also became puzzled: "What exactly does the Marquis want to do?"
Xu Zhihuai calmed down and said calmly: "I don't know, he goes crazy like this from time to time... Forget it, when the prince comes back, he won't dare to go crazy again even if he wants to."
Mu Xiuwan looked at Xu Zhihuai and said, "Sister, maybe he is not crazy..."
Xu Zhihuai glanced at her, his thoughts were complicated, but he was silent.
Wei Li was indeed very unusual. He seemed to be here for her, but he didn't accomplish anything.
Two days later, Zhu Xuxing returned to the palace from the imperial mausoleum with a group of ministers.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw Xu Zhihuai running towards him. She opened her hands, wrapped them around his waist, and hugged him tightly.
Her hands and person are so warm, so nice.
The two hugged each other tightly, which was worth more than a thousand words could say.
Zhu Xuxing lost weight and his cheeks were sunken.
Xu Zhihuai's eyes were full of heartache, and he didn't bother to ask any more questions. He made arrangements for his food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Zhu Xuxing had insomnia and couldn't sleep, so she stayed with him quietly, looking at his haggard and sad profile.
For a long time after that, Zhu Xuxing was always very quiet, and he rarely spoke even to Xu Zhihuai. During the day, he worked on memorials in the study, and at night he returned to his dormitory and sat alone in a daze until dawn.
At noon that day, Zhu Qingruo fell asleep and murmured coquettishly: "I want daddy."
Xu Zhihuai softly "shushed" her: "An'er, be good, dad is very busy and won't be able to see you for a few days."
Zhu Qingruo clapped his fingers and counted slowly: "Ten days, I haven't seen my father for ten days."
Xu Zhihuai touched his daughter's head: "Because Grandpa Huang is gone, my father is very sad. An'er must be obedient and not worry my father anymore."
Zhu Qingruo seemed to understand: "Is Grandpa Huang never coming back?"
"Yes, Grandpa Huang will not come back."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Zhihuai heard someone behind him sigh.
Turning around, I suddenly saw Zhu Xingxing.
Zhu Qingruo smiled sweetly and ran over, jumping up and down: "Dad."
Zhu Xuxing knelt down and hugged his daughter, his face lowered against her small shoulder, holding back his sobs.
Zhu Qingruo patted his back with her small hand with five fingers spread apart, and comforted him with a sweet voice: "An'er, be good, daddy, don't cry."
