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Chapter 84 He is worried
  "What wound? I don't understand what you are talking about."

Wen Jiu pursed his lips and didn't want to say more.

He stretched out and said to everyone: "I'm sleepy. This scene of tearing the sheep's skin is just a birthday gift. You can do whatever you want. After all, Mr. Wen is responsible for the money. If you don't eat, you won't get it."

She ignored the exploration in Yang Zhong's eyes and prepared to slip away. The next second, she was lifted up by Jiang Yubai.

"Taoist Master Yang, please follow me."

The man's cold voice and the warmth of his palms on his waist were like ice and fire.

Wen Jiu endured his slight dizziness and pinched Jiang Yubai's waist.

Hard.

As if there was no deterrent, she pretended to be annoyed and said: "How dare you, Jiang Yubai, if you dare to let Old Man Yang come, you won't be able to enter the bedroom for the next month!"

[Hiss—Oh Wo ​​Wo heard something, Si Ha Si Ha, the wine beauty definitely didn’t expect that the camera was still on. 】

[Color is empty and color is color, hold it back, Mr. Jiang! 】

[Did you see the flash of Ma Ye’s profile just now? It hit my heart instantly. 】

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooftses! Who said our brother-in-law is old? 】

[Please give me a dozen of these old men, thank you. 】

"Ahem, are you all tired? Let's move to the banquet hall."

Butler Wen temporarily entertained the guests on behalf of Song Qianhua and Wen Huairu. This birthday party, which ended before they even started, was unprecedented and extremely exciting in the industry.

Jing You took Xie Ruanqing and wanted to see Wenjiu.

As a result, he was stopped outside by the Jiang family's bodyguards, and a bad feeling suddenly came over him.

"Is nothing going to happen to Wen Xiaojiu?" Jing You became worried.

Xie Ruanqing glanced at the closed door, his eyes flashed, and he pulled the person away, "No, even if there is, there will be nothing wrong with Jiang Yubai here."

She said it easily.

An incident from a few years ago flashed in my mind.

Before marrying Natsuki, she went to his office and saw a woman wearing a mask many times.

She even had an quarrel with her husband because of this incident.

It wasn't until one birthday after getting married that Xia Mu mentioned that the woman was his patient.

Wenjiu's eyes are bright but charming, and very recognizable.

And her husband is a psychiatrist.

Xie Ruanqing's guess was correct. Jiang Yubai stiffened in the room, and his handsome face was twisted in pain.

Under his eyes were blood stains that he hadn't had time to deal with yet.

The spiritual energy shrouded above had been eliminated by Yang Zhong. Wen Jiu stood between the two of them, attacking from both sides.

He couldn't help but frown, "It's not what you think."

The lights outside are bright, but the interior is monotonous white. The light shines on the warm wine, adding a lot of fragility that is usually not easy to notice.

"Warm the wine." Jiang Yubai's voice was hoarse, "I'm worried."

Wen Jiuxin paused for a moment, and he couldn't say the joke that was on his lips.

Her complexion was much softer than before.

Yang Zhong then said angrily: "Now, can you let me see your arm, old man?"

Under Jiang Yubai's distressed and depressed gaze, Wen Jiu sighed.

Obediently, he took out his arm behind him.

The spiritual power collapsed under Yang Zhong's hand, gradually revealing the ferocious knife edge under the condensed white.

There were several layers of flesh and blood, and the blood that had been stopped forcibly could not flow out, but could only be stirred in the wound. For some reason, Wen Jiu felt relieved when he looked at the wound.

"!" Wenjiu suddenly shook his head after realizing it.

She doesn't want to be a masochist!
  "Okay, I can explain." Wen Jiu said. As soon as she finished speaking, she fell into Jiang Yubai's chest, clasped her hands with warm wine, and met Yang Zhong's faint gaze in front of her, swallowing uneasily, "Master Yang, no, no, no, master! Master, this is definitely not what you thought. It’s so complicated, I’m just confused by something.”

Yang Zhong, who had already seen some tricks, sneered, "You are asking me to show favoritism."

Xuanmen has rules.

The occurrence of special phenomena must be reported and the cause found out.

Otherwise, it may become a hidden danger.

Wen Jiu struggled out of Jiang Yubai's arms, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Okay, I admit, I am sick."

"I suffer from depression."

Her voice was as calm as water, even with the gentleness of a breeze.

There was no trace of fluctuation in his complexion.

It's like saying that I have a large appetite, which is a normal and minor problem in life.

Yang Zhong was stunned and didn't know what to say. He didn't know much about depression, but he had heard its name. It is now the mental illness with the highest fatality rate in China.

"How did you get this disease?"

"I experienced some things when I was a child." Wen Jiu didn't want to say more, "I recognize you as my teacher, please help me hide this matter, okay?"

Yang Zhong snorted, but the big eyes under his beard were full of complexity, "Old man, I am not someone who takes advantage of others."

He glanced at the bloody carpet and took out a warm jade from his pocket.

"If you are sick, treat it quickly. What's the use of holding it in yourself."

Yang Zhong muttered a lot.

Aojiao's tone became softer and softer, "I got this piece of jade from old guy Qingyun, saying it has spiritual wisdom to nourish the body and mind.

Humph, for the sake of calling me Master, I’ll give it to you. "

After he finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared.

"The old man will no longer be a light bulb for you two."

There is a cyan aura remaining in the air, and the warm wine is held in hand to warm the jade.

His eyes were a little evasive.

Jiang Yubai lowered his eyes and said hoarsely: "When?"

Wen Jiu raised his eyes and coaxed him with a soft smile, "Jiang Yubai, your eyes will get red when they are red. Don't cry in front of me, otherwise it will damage your image of the tyrant in my heart."

She has always been able to guess a man's thoughts.

Waiting for Jiang Yubai to regain his usual composure, he felt a drop of heat on his exposed arm.

She looked at the tears on her arms in shock, feeling a little flustered.

"Jiang, Jiang Yubai, don't cry." Wen Jiu felt sore in his heart and said dullly, "I don't feel any pain. My heart hurts when you cry. Did you make me feel uncomfortable on purpose?" "

Jiang Yubai's skin was very white, and his thin eyelids were rubbed by tears.

Blushed.

He only cried but said nothing, Wen Jiuxin became even more panicked, "What can I do to keep you from crying? Can I give you a kiss?"

In the past, what she couldn't stand the most was grown men crying.

But now his eyes are filled with distress.

Jiang Yubai's fingertips rested on the long blade, pain flashed in his misty eyes, and he did not dare to let go.

"Warm wine, it's all a lie to say it doesn't hurt." His crimson eyes looked down, and the corners of his lips followed his bent waist and gently landed on the wound. "If you hide your injuries from me in the future, you will really hurt me." You locked it under your nose.”

The numbing pain increased, and Wen Jiu smiled, "What are you doing, do you want to imprison me?"

"That's illegal." She sighed and held Jiang Yubai's chin.

I couldn't help but touch the slippery skin and said seriously: "Don't worry, with you and Suisui here, I will definitely not be willing to die!"

(End of this chapter)