Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Chang Che nodded, seeing Qiongying crying so hard, his heart tightened.

It seems... There is an increasingly strong premonition.

What did I do wrong.

Qiongying's concern for Yaya, such a sincere expression, is definitely not an illusion... This deep friendship, like a sharp knife, ruthlessly tightened his heart.

His hands were trembling slightly, he was suffocated, and hugged Qiongying from behind, "Qiongying, I'll take you to rest first, Yaya's current situation is unstable, so don't get too excited."

Qiongying nodded with tears in her eyes, turned around and buried herself in Chang Che's arms, was led out of the room by him, closed the door, and whispered:

"I didn't know she was so sick. If I had known, I would have come to see her earlier. Why didn't you tell me that she was so sick, Che, I'm so sad, so sad..."

"You should have told me earlier, let me come to see her earlier, how could you bring me here until now, when she was dying of illness." She raised her fist emotionally, punching Chang Che's body hit.

"You bad man, you can't do anything, you just let me see her until now, let me see her so sick, I feel really uncomfortable, she is so kind, so beautiful, why does God want to do this? Treat her? Why?"

"Let's leave first." Chang Che frowned.

Qiongying pushed him away, and pushed her away fiercely: "Did you still believe in your heart that it was me?"

"You idiot, bastard, god damn it!"

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Back in the living room, Qiongying couldn't calm down for a long time.

Chang Che poured her a glass of lukewarm water.

Qiongying's complexion was extremely bad, and she stood alone in front of the French window, covering her mouth with one hand and pressing the other against the glass, her mind was still the sisterly friendship between herself and Yaya.

Chang Che gently hugged her from behind, pressing against her ears.

"Don't be sad, her illness is congenital, even if..." He paused, but Qiongying seemed to be able to guess what he was drowning in her mouth, and she no longer felt that anger was important: "It's not me, really It wasn't me, I didn't hurt her, Che, it wasn't me."

She hinted it many times, but never denied it so firmly.

Even two years ago, when the quarrels were raging and the war was raging, she always had a haughty attitude, bearing his misunderstanding coldly and refusing to defend herself.

Chang Che's heart sank again, and the big stone fell down with a thud.

Then there is the endless side-to-side swing.

"How could I harm Yaya? Our relationship is so good, we have never even quarreled, why should I hurt her?"

Qiongying let go of his arms that were holding her, turned around, raised her chin, and looked into his dark eyes; "Chang Che, I didn't do that thing two years ago, I told you clearly you."

"It's just that I hate you and your distrust."

"I hate that even if you believe a servant, you don't want to believe me. You actually believe a servant and don't believe me, my childhood sweetheart. Isn't our 18-year relationship worthless in your eyes?"

Qiongying's eyes were filled with tears.

My heart, at this moment, seemed to be cut by a sharp blade.