"I said, can you be gentler?" In the room where Ye Xingchen, who was wearing only a pair of shorts on the 7th floor of Shining Star, was lying on the soft big bed, covered with gauze, and a lot of gauze was stained with blood. However, now it seemed that it had dried up and there was no wound and bleeding continued.

Beside him, Zhao Yaqian, wearing a professional suit, was kneeling beside him, holding a piece of white gauze with blue ointment in his hand, wiping Ye Xingchen's broken face.

"Of course it can be lighter, but if you leave a scar like that, don't blame me?" Zhao Yaqian said resentfully. This guy deliberately made himself do the cheapest things, and didn't let him know about such a major attack on Leimen. Now, the whole Jinghai City is secretly talking about this sensational thing. Although nothing is said above, Zhao Yaqian understands that even the Prime Minister is very dissatisfied with this matter. After all, the noise this time is too big. Maybe Chen Shaohua and Zheng Hong will be punished for this matter.

At that time, the Wanjia side will take the opportunity to invade Jinghai City, which will be more than worth the loss.

"Your medicine is really so magical? Can it really make me lose any scars on my face?" Ye Xingchen ignored Zhao Yaqian's resentful eyes and asked with concern.

It's fine if the scar on your body is a symbol of a man's honor, but if your handsome face leaves a faint scar, your charm index will plummet. This is something that absolutely cannot happen.

"Do you see there are scars on my face?" Zhao Yaqian rolled her eyes and asked.

"Oh, it doesn't seem to be true, but what does this have to do with whether there are scars on your face?" Ye Xingchen shook his head.

"Do you think I'm just a vase? I can tell you that there are at least a hundred tasks I have performed, and I will inevitably be injured. I use this ointment every time I get hurt. Do you think there are wounds on my face and body?" Zhao Yaqian said confidently.

"I can only see your face, I haven't seen you before!" Ye Xingchen continued.

"Didn't you... I saw me all yesterday?" Zhao Yaqian was angry. Why is this guy so shameless?

"I didn't look carefully yesterday, why don't you take it off and show it to me now?" Ye Xingchen looked curious.

"Go to die, use it if you want to use it, don't pull it..." Zhao Yaqian was in an atmosphere, and said as she still walked to the side with the towel with blue ointment on the bed, she was about to walk to the side, but Ye Xingchen grabbed it.

"You..." Zhao Yaqian was about to roar loudly what you wanted to do, but when she turned to see Ye Xingchen, she swallowed the second half of the sentence directly.

I saw that there was no idea when blood-red tears flowed out from Ye Xingchen's eyes, drop by drop, so terrifying, so heartbreaking, and so heartbreaking. His eyes, which had always been full of evil, were dull at this moment, just like an empty body. Although there was still a smile on his face, the smile was so false, just like wearing a mask.

For some reason, although he looked at Ye Xingchen with a smile on his face, Zhao Yaqian felt a pain in her heart, as if she was stabbed hard by the iron cone.

Why, why do I see such tragic sadness in his unsightly eyes? Why do I feel endless pain in his numb smile? It is a kind of wound, a kind of sorrow, and a kind of pain that shocks people's souls.

Before she knew it, tears appeared in Zhao Yaqian's eyes. Before she knew it, she sobbed in a low voice. Before she knew it, she picked up the towel on the bed and gently wiped the shallow mark on Ye Xingchen's face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Is it because the young master is so handsome? He is so handsome that you can cry bitterly?"

Ye Xingchen jumped up immediately, with a complacent look on his face, but his eyes were still as empty.

"Xingchen, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry? Don't hide all the grief in your heart like this, okay?" Seeing Ye Xingchen's self-deception, Zhao Yaqian understood that his heart was even more painful.

The smile on Ye Xingchen's face suddenly stalemate. He looked down at Zhao Yaqian below silently. He looked at Zhao Yaqian quietly. There was a breath in his empty eyes, a breath that was cold and heartless.

"Why do I... cry? Why do I cry?" A voice without any emotion came from his mouth. Before Zhao Yaqian could speak, he roared again: "Why do I cry!"

"Ahhh... Why did I cry... Wow wow... The fourth brother, why did you leave? Didn't you say you want to go to the end with us? How could you leave? Long Kun, you bastard, you left alone, what should you do with Yiping in your family? Oh, are you leaving so irresponsible? Are you still a man? Tang Yejian, you are even a bastard. I told you not to come over, you insist on coming over, now

Okay, you can't go back, who will take care of your little lovers? And An Xiaoyi, how old are you? How strong are you? Why are you determined to come? Why do you all leave when you come? Why? Why?...ahhh..." Ye Xingchen roared and suddenly grabbed the sheet on the bed, pulled it hard, and the quilt cover made of good silk was torn to pieces by him. The swan feathers inside suddenly sprinkled out, and the whole room was filled with goose feathers.

Ye Xingchen was like a madman, constantly tearing up the things he could see, constantly smashing the items he could witness, and crackling sounds kept coming, but they were all drowned by his huge howl.

Looking at Ye Xingchen who was constantly venting, tears in Zhao Yaqian's eyes surged out faster, as if they were never stopped.

At this moment, in her eyes, Ye Xingchen was not the lofty gangster king, no longer her boss. At this moment, he was like a child, a child who needed someone to take care of. He was so lonely and worried. He no longer cared about Ye Xingchen's violent power. Zhao Yaqian's body rushed towards Ye Xingchen instinctively. She just wanted to hug him tightly and use her body temperature to tell him that the world is not cold... hf();
Chapter completed!