C7

Shen Qing'er faintly felt that something terrifying had happened, and looked towards the Uncle Lin at the side. These roses were planted by the Madam when she was alive, and even Young Master was not willing to part with them, yet Shen Qing'er still managed to pick them off him. Sometimes, he would even see the Young Master staring blankly at these blossoming roses, watching these roses come to entrust his longing for his mother.

"Seeing the painful and twisted expression on Ye Yihang's face, Uncle Lin felt the seriousness of the situation and anxiously pulled Shen Qing'er's hand. Young Master, don't be angry, she's just a little child and doesn't understand anything. Quickly, Qing'er, quickly apologize to Young Master, and say that you didn't intentionally pluck the Madam's roses, quickly tell Young Master that you're not sorry, and quickly tell him that. "

"Ah!" Shen Qing'er cried out in surprise. She did not expect that the rose she made Brother Yuhang happy was actually planted by her mother, who had passed away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Yuhang, I just wanted to make you happy.

Ye Yihang glared at Shen Qing'er, his grave and stern face had long since distorted from anger, and his pair of deep, cold eyes had turned red.

"You little devil, you ?" Her drunkard father had caused him to lose his loved ones, and now even the rose he had used to think about his mother had been plucked from her, so how could she continue to torture him?

Finally, Ye Yihang couldn't hold back anymore, grabbed Shen Qing'er's arm and heavily pushed backwards.

Ah!" Shen Qing'er screamed and pushed him down the stairs.

Seeing Shen Qing'er tumbling down the stairs, only then did Ye Yihang remember that behind her was a tall pavilion, and she was stunned for a moment.

Shen Qing'er tumbled down the stairs and with a bang, her head heavily smashed into the corner of the wall.

Shen Qing'er only felt a sharp pain on her forehead, she only felt a bloody mist covering her eyes, and it was so painful that she couldn't even cry.

Uncle Lin was stunned and exclaimed. Oh my god, Qing'er. " Hurriedly running down the stairs, she carried Shen Qing'er, only to see a large part of her forehead broken, and fresh blood rushing out.

"Qing'er, are you alright?" Uncle Lin looked at the injured girl heartbroken. This time, even he felt that the Young Master had overdone it.

Shen Qing'er bit her lips tightly, unable to let herself cry out, she stared hard at Ye Yihang who was staring at her from the stairs, her eyes glistening with tears. Brother Yuhang, I'm sorry, I ? I really just want to make you happy. I don't want to see you unhappy all day. I just want you happy. "

Ye Yihang looked at Shen Qing'er's flickering tears and heard what she said. He didn't know where in his heart he felt a bit of emotion. Why would he be happy? Her father had killed his parents, causing him to fall from the heaven of happiness to the hell of pain, and yet the daughter of the murderer actually said something that she didn't want to make him unhappy. Wasn't this the biggest and funniest joke in the world?

Finally, with a cold snort, Ye Yihang turned around and left without even turning back to look at the injured Shen Qing'er. He didn't even realize it himself, but the moment he turned around, his serene, cold eyes were actually somewhat moist.

Looking at the back of Ye Yihang, Shen Qing'er felt so sad in her heart. The tears in her eyes mixed with the blood on her forehead flowed down, and she fainted in a sharp pain.

"How is she?"

After not seeing Shen Qing'er for a few days, Ye Yihang actually asked about her for the first time.

Uncle Lin carefully replied as he looked at his cold face that did not have a single trace of warmth. Qing'er fell from the roof and broke his head. The doctor said that Qing'er might have suffered a slight concussion, and his condition is not too good. "

Hearing Uncle Lin's words, Ye Yihang's grave and stern face actually revealed a hint of an ice-cold smile.

The thought of that hateful little devil lying on his bed, moaning in pain, made him feel very relieved.

Her father had killed his parents and changed his life, and he wanted the daughter of the terrible driver to pay for it with the pain of his life.

Once he was done, Ye Yihang drove to the hospital. He really wanted to see how pitiful the little demon Shen Qing'er, who smiled all day, looked like.

He passed through the corridor of the hospital and looked through the gap in the ward's door. But he was disappointed to see that what he saw was not Shen Qing'er's pitiful appearance.

Although Shen Qing'er's head and arms were wrapped in bandages, at this moment, her face was still smiling sweetly. A few children who were in the same ward as Shen Qing'er were curiously surrounding Shen Qing'er's sickbed. No one knew what Shen Qing'er was talking about, but a few children would occasionally let out cheerful laughter.

In this monotonous ward, not only did it not feel cold at all, but because of the naive laughter of the children, it was filled with a warm and dedicated feeling.