Not long after Huo Mingxuan left, Aunt Meng came in with breakfast. She looked at Han Xiaoyu holding her legs and burying her head on her knees, with iron chains tied to her hands and feet. Her eyes were filled with pain. She touched the tears at the corners of her eyes and said with pain: "Xiaoyu, get up and eat something."

"I have no appetite."

"Then I'll put it aside for you, and you can eat something if you are hungry." Aunt Meng looked at Han Xiaoyu's eyes and lost the innocence of the past. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, and swallowed the words.

Two hours later, Aunt Meng went upstairs to clean up the dishes, but unexpectedly, Han Xiaoyu didn't even touch the chopsticks, and placed the breakfast intact on the bedside table. She sighed and went downstairs.

At noon, Aunt Meng came in with lunch again. Han Xiaoyu still looked the same way. She put the lunch down and then went down. Aunt Meng came to collect the dishes and chopsticks again. The lunch was still intact, and even the chopsticks did not move, even the same with dinner.

Aunt Meng had to call Huo Mingxuan, but she didn't expect that the young master would say not to worry about her, and she would let her go on a hunger strike if she wanted to go on a hunger strike.

For three consecutive days, Han Xiaoyu still didn't eat or drink, and kept lying on the bed. At first, he would say a few words to Aunt Meng, but refused to say the last sentence. Aunt Meng was anxious to watch and reported Han Xiaoyu's situation to the young master almost every day. However, the young master said that if he didn't want to eat, he would hang her nutrient solution. After Dr. Li was arranged to give Han Xiaoyu the nutrient solution, the young master was on a business trip.

I don’t know what happened, but they made them fuss as they are now.

On the fifth day, Han Xiaoyu finally couldn't bear it and fainted. Huo Mingxuan rushed back overnight.

"What's going on?" Huo Mingxuan looked at the woman on the bed with a pale face and her eyes were closed. Her lips were dry and her lips were not bloody at all. She was wrinkled and peeling. If there was no such faint breathing, he would have suspected that she was dead.

"If you didn't ask you to hang nutrient solution, how could you hang it like this?" Huo Mingxuan's eyebrows were furrowing.

It's only five days, you have to mess with yourself like this to force me. Han Xiaoyu, you are really capable.

"Mr. Huo, as you told me, I gave the lady a nutritional solution, but the lady refused to cooperate. Every time I pulled out the needle when there was no one, we paid attention and asked someone to guard the room. The lady secretly pulled out the needle and did not inject the potion at all."

Dr. Li pointed to the two purple and swollen backs of his hands, looked up at the handsome face covered with ice, and was stunned behind him, and said carefully: "Mr. Huo really has no blood vessels to pierce."

"Then find blood vessels on your feet to send them."

Dr. Li's mind lit up and went to do it immediately. Before, because Han Xiaoyu did not cooperate, he did not want to find blood vessels on his feet. Now Han Xiaoya is in a coma and everything is easy to do. After the medicine is hung up, Dr. Li went downstairs.

"Young Master, you haven't eaten yet, I'll get you something to eat." Aunt Meng, who was beside her, suddenly spoke.

Huo Mingxuan nodded, looked at the pale-faced woman on the bed, with a little care in her eyes, and said, "Well, make her something she loves."

"Okay, I'll ask Chu Li to prepare the meals that Miss loves. The lady loves to eat lychee meat and taro vegetable porridge made by Chu Li." Aunt Meng secretly looked at Huo Mingxuan's face and said carefully: "Master, the lady likes the champagne roses you planted for her. She almost goes to the flower room when she comes back every day. She also learns from the gardener how to take care of the champagne roses."

Huo Mingxuan's tense face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

When Han Xiaoya woke up, it was the second half of the night. She had nutrient solution. Her overall complexion was much better than before, but she was still weak.

If she doesn’t eat or drink for five days, she doesn’t get any water, she will be able to withstand it for five days, otherwise she will not be able to hold on for three days.

"If you have the ability, you will still go on a hunger strike." Huo Mingxuan's lukewarm voice slowly floated into her ears. She didn't hear her speech for a while, and said, "Why don't you dare to speak if you have the courage to go on a hunger strike?"

Her throat was dry and bitter, so she didn't want to say a word. She slowly supported her feet and lifted her feet to get out of bed. She found that her feet were infusion, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she bent down and stretched out her hand to pull out the needle, but was stopped by Huo Mingxuan.

"How much do you have to torment yourself?"

Han Xiaoyu licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse and he shouted weakly: "I'm going to be thrust in my bladder."

A sentence made Huo Mingxuan choke, and he turned his face coldly. He took out the key to untie the chain on her body, and stuffed the bottle into Han Xiaoyu's hand. Han Xiaoyu held the bottle and walked into the toilet with a slight snatch. When she came out, she didn't see Huo Mingxuan, but only saw Aunt Meng put the food on the table. The delicious food smelled so greedy that she couldn't scream.

Holding the hunger in his stomach, Han Xiaoyu lay on the bed and shrank into a ball.

"Xiaoyu, get up and have a meal. The young master personally ordered Chu Li to cook these foods for you." Aunt Meng shouted softly. Seeing that she was not moving, she sighed and sat down beside her bed, saying earnestly: "People are iron rice and steel. No matter how you carry it, you will get hungry sooner or later. Dr. Li said just now that you have chronic atrophic gastritis."

Han Xiaoyu opened his eyes, stroked his stomach with his big palm, gritted his teeth, and gave in and said: "It's best to starve to death. Living like a dog is better than starving to death."

If my mother knew that she had chronic atrophic gastritis, she would probably feel very sad. After all, my mother had chronic gastritis and would easily have stomachache when she ate stiff food. She often saw her mother taking stomach medicine.

"Xiaoyu, think about everything, you are still young, think about your family and friends, how worried they will be if something happens to you."

One word woke up the dreamer. Han Xiaoyu bit his hand, and tears in her eyes were spinning. She forced herself to prevent the tears from falling, sucked her nose, and said choked: "Aunt Meng, I really don't know what to do."

Huo Mingxuan was so scary. She originally wanted to try to like him and respond to his kindness to him, but in the end it was just a joke. She was automatically passionate and hurt again and again, and she was really scared.

When she met him, her life changed drastically. Sometimes he was very nice to herself, and sometimes he was particularly bad to herself. She was afraid that one day she would become unlike herself, she was afraid that she would sink into his gentle trap, and even more afraid that she would lose her last bit of dignity under his demonic side.

Aunt Meng looked at the trembling back, and the sobbing sound made her feel distressed. She gently stroked her back and comforted her softly: "Silly child, don't always disobey the young master. As long as you follow the young master, you want the moon in the sky, the young master will pick it off for you."

Han Xiaoyu's eyes lit up. Men like obedient and sensible women the most. Aunt Meng said it very well. She fought against him all day long, which would only backfire. It would be better to follow him and find opportunities to leave his clutches forever. What's wrong with leaving City B. There is always a place for her to be there.

Huo Mingxuan can use his hands to cover the sky in City B, but he can't reach out to the outside.

After thinking it through, Han Xiaoyu got up to have a meal. In the following days, she would no longer sing opposites to Huo Mingxuan. This secret must be carefully planned.

Aunt Meng watched Han Xiaoyu finish the meal without leaving a drop of it, and finally put down the stone in her heart. After packing up the dishes, she reported the news to the young master.

On the weekend, Han Xiaoyu was playing with champagne roses in the flower room. She used scissors to repair the withered leaves, lowered her head and smelled the charming fragrance, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise. In this situation, Huo Mingxuan, who had just walked, was quietly taken into the mobile phone album.

Huo Mingxuan put away his phone with satisfaction and took his steps lightly to her walk. He reached out to block her waist, buried his head in her neck, smelled the faint smell of lavender on her body, and gently rubbed her with the tip of his nose. In the past few days, she has changed a lot, being gentle and obedient, but it made him feel uneasy. She was standing in front of him, but he always felt that she was very far away from him.

"According to this point in the past, you should go to the company." Han Xiaoyu was stunned. The scissors on her hand did not stop. Her eyes were no longer as innocent as before, but there was a hint of disgust.

"Are you driving me away?" Huo Mingxuan played with her hair, staring at her face thoughtfully.

"Don't dare."

"Han Xiaoyu, are you secretly planning to escape with me on your back?" Huo Mingxuan suddenly said, holding her shoulders with both hands, letting her look in front of her eyes.

His voice was very cold. The questioning tone made her feel cold from behind her back. She gently curled up the corners of her lips, and directly met his eyes. She said calmly: "How could you think too much? Why do you say that?"

She was very confident and hidden, so why was she suddenly noticed it? Or was she exposed her feet?

Huo Mingxuan was very alert and half-believing and half-doubting about her words. His eyes darkened, he narrowed his eyes and warned lowly: "Even if you have this idea, you have to give up. You can't escape my Five Finger Mountain."

Han Xiaoyu clenched his fists secretly, his delicate little face was not afraid at all. He gently raised his chin and said playfully: "Then you are right, I am not Sun Wukong either."

Huo Mingxuan directly lowered her head and sealed her lips and teeth. She no longer resisted him as she thought, responded to him little by little, and finally brought him back to reality rationally, otherwise he would really want her again.

Huo Mingxuan raised her chin, put her lips in front of her, moved her ears, blew the heat, and said, "What a seductive little goblin."

When I left, I didn't forget to put her earlobe in my mouth.

Han Xiaoyu felt an electric current running around his body. He blinked and said confidently: "This means you still eat my face."

Huo Mingxuan kept pressing the burning flames in his body. At this moment, he was blatantly seduced by her. If he didn't do anything, he would lose money. He picked her up in the waist and walked towards the bedroom with great strides.

After a love affair, it was already noon. Han Xiaoyu leaned softly in his arms, "You are late today."

"What's wrong?" Huo Mingxuan said in a refreshing manner. This was the first time he had not gone to the company. He spent the weekends in the company.

Han Xiaoyu suddenly chanted one of the best sentences from Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow": "The spring night is short and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early from now on."

Huo Mingxuan suddenly laughed. His smile was very beautiful, which made Han Xiaoyu a little fascinated.

"Han Xiaoyu, you are comparing yourself to Concubine Yang."

"I don't want to be as miserable as her, and be sentenced to death by her favorite man." Han Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to Yang Guifei's experience. Her eyes changed a little, and she couldn't hear whether it was sympathy or self-deprecating in her tone.

Why isn't she herself?

He killed her love in the cradle.
Chapter completed!