Guan Muyue, who walked out of the Beishi Enterprise, was so angry that she felt so heartbroken that she frowned and frowned at the bush next to a big tree.

"Why?"

Why did she give so much, he just didn't appreciate it.

Guan Muyue looked ahead, broke the branches in her hand, and hatred appeared in her eyes.

"Since you are not kind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

A black cloth suddenly appeared in front of me.

She wanted to exclaim, but her mouth was covered.

"Woo... Woo!" Guan Muyue used both hands and feet and struggled with all her strength, but it was useless at all.

There is only darkness in front of me, my mouth is tightly covered, and I can't even breathe. The fatal threat makes my fear exacerbate, and I only feel that my body is being dragged away all the way.

I don't know where I was taken, but I was thrown to the ground.

"Ah!" Guan Muyue wanted to lift the black cloth above her head, but her hands had not touched it.

He was kicked several times.

The strength was not light, and she felt that her bones were about to be kicked off.

"Ah!" Before he could scream, his mouth was sealed.

"Woo...um...um..."

There was only darkness in front of me, and I couldn't make any sound, and the dull pain in my body was as deep as my lungs.

However, the person who started the attack was very good at judging her, which not only made her feel so painful that she was worse than death, but also did not hit her on the head, which kept her awake.

An Tingchen was watching everything silently in the car, and there was only anger in his eyes under his sunglasses.

"Young master, I think it's almost done!"

Seeing the bodyguards joining each other in a circle, Mr. Bai reminded An Tingchen that the time is almost over.

An Tingchen then stepped forward.

The bodyguard dispersed and made room for Guan Muyue on the ground hummed a few times.

"Who are you? Do you dare to act against me, don't you want to... live?"

An Tingchen stretched out his fingertips to uncover the black cloth on her head.

Seeing the light, looking at An Tingchen in black sunglasses, Guan Muyue's eyes showed fear and couldn't help but shrink back.

"what are you up to?"

An Tingchen half-squatted down, asked in a high position.

"See who it is?"

The cold and thin tone, like the north wind in the polar regions, was almost unrealistic, and fell into Guan Muyue's ears, undoubtedly naked provocation and humiliation.

However, if she thought that a beating was already serious, she didn't know that few people who touched An Tingchen's bottom line would live.

He raised his feet and landed on her legs!

"What are you going to do?" Guan Muyue wanted to grab the dead grass on the ground, drag her body back, trying to get rid of her feet.

But An Tingchen suddenly exerted force and stepped on her arched knee.

"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out.

The intense dull pain made Guan Muyue on the ground arch up and fainted directly.

An Tingchen pulled out his dagger, looked at his legs on the ground, and slashed it with one knife, and blood suddenly flowed like a pillar. The wound in the cut was not big, but it was very particular.

"Young Master!" Old Bai stepped forward, handed over the handkerchief, and An Tingchen put the knife in the tray.

He said while wiping away the blood from his hands.

"It melted immediately!"

"Yes" Old Bai dragged the dagger down.

After getting back in the car, Bai Yi looked at him.

"This is the first time you have put such a heavy hand on a woman!"

"Is it heavy?" An Tingchen asked back.

Bai Yi sighed.

"She should thank herself for not being a Chinese from Y!"

Killing the unborn child of the An family, An Tingchen only had one leg, which was too cheap for her!

"but……"

Bai Yi wanted to speak but stopped.

Just take action in secret. Why do you want Guan Muyue to see who was able to take action clearly? Even if she killed her, they still have a way to prevent Guan Hequan from finding who did it. Even if he guessed it, there was no evidence.

An Tingchen knew what he wanted to say. This time he dealt with Guan Muyue was not An Tingchen's previous style of behavior.

In the past, he always acted low-key and would not make people notice it. Only this time seems to hope that things can be more high-profile!

An Tingchen looked at his hand and wiped it again.

If Guan Muyue is gone at this time, Song Xi doesn't have to guess that he knows that it was him.

It is easy to kill her, but it is difficult to make Song Xi feel at ease!

When An Tingchen went back, he entered the room.

I saw Song Xi and Mrs. Gong sitting beside the bed, leaning their heads against their heads, and keeping their minds in their hands.

He approached and found that the two were fiddling with cross stitch.

The two of them embroidered a picture.

An Tingchen looked at the cross stitch that had just been embroidered, and his eyes were filled with laughter.

"Are you planning to embroider it in more than twenty days?"

"Yes! Aunt said that she likes to embroider cross stitch when she is fine. This is my first time embroidering this thing!"

Song Xi picked up the embroidered place and showed it to An Tingchen.

"After this needle and thread are embroidered in densely, you can embroider a beautiful map of mountains and rivers, and I will give it to you when the time comes!"

An Tingchen looked at the format that would have to be embroidered for at least two months, and said nothing.

"Okay, but don't hurry, embroider slowly!"

"Wait a minute, what's the smell!" Mrs. Gong suddenly smelled the smell of burnt in the air.

"Oh, my braised pork!"

Mrs. Gong rushed out.

Song Xi was amused and crying, looking at An Tingchen.

"Tonight, the chef did not cook, it was all made by my aunt!"

In the past, An Tingchen's dinner was cooked by a chef, and Song Xi's diet was responsible for the confinement nanny.

"When Mrs. Gong first came, she wanted to cook for you, but..."

Song Xi waved her body, "She gave up this idea after she heard that you didn't eat what others cooked."

"But I want to try her craft!"

Song Xi looked at An Tingchen.

Although he has come back every day these days, he has basically no communication with Mrs. Gong.

Mrs. Gong treats her so well, and Song Xi also wants to help her.

"How do you feel today?" An Tingchen wanted to reach out to touch Song Xi, but when he thought of something, he stretched out again.

"Nothing discomfort! I should be able to go out in a few days!"

"Oh! Why is it burning!" Mrs. Gong's annoyed voice sounded outside.

Song Xi looked outside.

After putting on thick clothes and hat, I went out.

I saw the table full of dishes.

There are braised pork, minced meat eggplant, stewed carrots, cold broccoli, vegetable salad, etc.

Anyway, only a few Chinese dishes are meat-eating, while most Western dishes are cold vegetarian.

Song Xi could not eat cold food, so all the cold-smoked Mrs. Gong placed them in front of An Tingchen.

Put the braised pork in front of Song Xi.

"So you are a vegetarian?" Song Xi joked.

No wonder he could never guess his preferences before. Now, looking at Mrs. Gong's move, Song Xi finally knew why she had dinner with An Tingchen before, and she never saw his preferences.

Because these dishes have never been on the table.

"Yes, he almost only eats vegetarian food. When he came home, he was only six years old. When he was having his first meal at home!" Mrs. Gong recalled.

"What happened when he had his first meal?"

Song Xi immediately became interested.

"When he had his first meal, he sat on the table without moving his chopsticks. I asked him why he didn't eat, but he didn't say anything, but he made me and his father very anxious!"

Mrs. Gong recalled her past.

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