Mo Feixue was running on the sidewalk desperately, and suddenly hit a wall of people. Mo Feixue looked up and found that Yichen was standing in front of her at some point.

All the grievances in her heart suddenly burst out, tears flowing from both sides, and she plunged into Yichen's arms and started crying unrestrainedly.

Yichen saw that Mo Feixue was crying in disguise and the pear blossoms were covered in rain, and he was also at a loss and felt more distressed. He took off his coat and put it on Mo Feixue's body.

He gently stroked Mo Feixue's hair on his back and felt very uncomfortable, and comforted her, "Okay, don't cry anymore, can you tell me who bullied you?"

Mo Feixue was obviously bullied like this. If he had let him know who that person was, he would definitely not have spared him.

Yichen called Mo Feixue at the company, but no one answered it. When he hit Xia Qingqing's house, no one responded. He was worried, so he came out to find her. He didn't expect something to happen to her. No wonder he was worried today.

A faint uneasy.

Yichen and Mo Feixue sat in the car. Although Mo Feixue was not crying, she sat there motionlessly as if she was a wooden man. No matter how Yichen asked her, she refused to say a word.

Yichen was very grateful to God for letting him find Mo Feixue, otherwise he would not know if she would die of sadness by herself.

Yichen reached out and touched Mo Feixue just now. She was startled and her body retreated to a corner of the car and her whole body trembled even more.

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, who hurt her, and had never seen her like this since he met Mo Feixue. He no longer asked Mo Feixue what happened, nor did he want her to recall the painful things.

If he would say something, he would take the initiative to say it, he would help her.

"Feixue, I am Yichen, don't be afraid, I will protect you and will not hurt you anymore." Yichen said softly, he was afraid that he would scare Mo Feixue again, she was like now

A frightened bird.

Yichen's words were like a calming pill. Mo Feixue's whole body finally relaxed, and she looked at Yichen with empty and unconscious eyes.

Mo Feixue is so helpless. Yichen just wants to hold her in his arms and love her. He slowly stretched out his hand and hugged Mo Feixue and leaned gently on his shoulder. This time Mo Feixue did not resist.

, but still very dependent.

Yichen took Mo Feixue to another villa of his. If he took her back so late, his mother would definitely ask questions.

Mo Feixue took a shower when he arrived at Yichen's house and then changed into a pink princess dress. This dress was originally a birthday gift that Yichen specially bought for Mo Feixue that day, but he didn't expect that he could not give Mo Feixue that day.

Rescued, but fortunately it finally came in handy today.

Mo Feixue was lying on the bed, while Yichen was sitting beside the bed. She didn't dare to sleep. She closed her eyes and her mind was filled with scenes of Leng Qianye ruthlessly tearing and rotting her clothes.

She held Yichen's hand tightly, and Yichen also felt Mo Feixue's nervousness. His warm palm swept across Mo Feixue's cheek, "You are too tired today, you need to have a good rest."

"I dare not sleep." Mo Feixue stared at Yichen and whispered.

"It's okay, don't worry about sleeping, I'll be by your side all the time."

"real?"

"Really." Yichen nodded affirmatively.

Because Yichen was by her side, Mo Feixue made her feel at ease, she fell asleep quickly, but Mo Feixue was sleeping uneasy and would have nightmares from time to time and sweat.

Yichen stayed by Mo Feixue's bed all night and finally fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the thin curtains on the bed. Mo Feixue opened her eyes slightly, her eyes were dry and astringent. She stood up and beat her slightly swollen head.

The whole bedroom uses a blue tone, and the things in the room are neat and not messy at all, making people feel a warm feeling.

Seeing the strange room, Mo Feixue had countless questions in her heart, where am I?

Mo Feixue finally remembered that she ran into Yichen when she escaped from the famous emperor, and then he brought himself to his house.

This is Yichen's bedroom, what about others?

Mo Feixue got out of bed and accidentally saw herself wearing a dress. She had been in a state of unstable mood last night, so she didn't pay attention to what clothes Yichen brought to her.

How could Yichen have women's clothes here? Could it be that this is his girlfriend's clothes? Mo Feixueguang felt very uncomfortable when he thought about this. It turned out that Yichen already had a girlfriend.

Mo Feixue left the bedroom alone and came to the living room. She saw a familiar figure in the kitchen busy.

Mo Feixue looked at Yichen's figure and kept silent. She didn't know what to say, and she was still unhappy about the dress she was wearing.

Yichen brought two plates of bread to the dining table and saw Mo Feixue, but her face was still bad and she was a little dumb.

Yichen thought Mo Feixue was still unhappy about what happened yesterday, so he walked to Mo Feixue and helped her to smooth her hair on her forehead, "Why don't you sleep a little longer? I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

"You can make breakfast?" Mo Feixue looked at Yichen in surprise.

"The toast and hot milk will still be good, but don't say it's not delicious at that time." Yichen is no longer Yichen back then. Since his father passed away, his life with his mother has been very difficult. What else is he

No.

"Yichen..."

"By the way, my hot milk is still in the microwave." Yichen hurried to the kitchen before Mo Feixue could finish his words.

Yichen began to take out a large box of fresh milk from the microwave. The consequences are imagined. He was so scalded that he was trembling. He ran all the way to the restaurant and put down the fresh milk and kept blowing in his hands.

"Yichen, are your hands burned?" Mo Feixue strode over and picked up Yichen's hands and looked at it, and saw that both of his hands were burned red.

Mo Feixue pulled Yichen to the kitchen and opened the tap and flushed it in Yichen's hands. "Follower, the microwave oven has special gloves. Don't you know how to wear it and get milk?"

Mo Feixue's reproach was full of heartache. He must have rarely made breakfast normally. If he hadn't made breakfast for himself today, he wouldn't have been burned.

"Haha, I'm fine, you don't have to worry." It's worth it even if he gets hot.

When Mo Feixue saw Yichen smirking, she found that this big man was also cute.

Mo Feixue went downstairs to buy scald cream for Yichen, and carefully wiped the ointment for both hands, for fear that Yichen would hurt by accident.

Yichen smiled secretly. He was a man, so he was not that delicate, but he was still a little happy. At least Mo Feixue cared about him.
Chapter completed!