C50 Strong support

It was as if her mother had said the same thing to her when she was married to Sheng Hua in her previous life.

Therefore, in this life, Qiao Xuan would never let them get hurt again.

At dusk, Sheng Liang had returned. At that time, Qiao Xuan and his mother had just finished cooking and when she saw him, she immediately walked over. "You're back, wash your hands and eat."

She did not ask him where he had been or why he had been gone so long. She knew he would not tell her, and she did not care.

Sheng Liang nodded, went inside to wash his hands, and sat at the dining table.

However, Qiao Xuan noticed that his expression seemed a little unnatural.

"Where's Nan?" Qiao’s father asked.

"He's still sleeping, don't worry about him." Qiao’s mother placed a plate of fried mustard orchid closest to Sheng Liang and smiled as he said, "Hua'er said that you like to eat it, but my cooking skills are not good, so you should take care of it."

Sheng Liang's face was still pale, and her expression could not be seen: "Thank you Auntie."

This time, Qiao Xuan cooked very diligently, because in Sheng Liang's home, he basically didn't eat at home. She wouldn't even have the chance to show off if she wanted to.

But even so, Sheng Liang still ate very little. Other than the plate of fried mustard grass, he had basically not touched the rest of it.

"Is it not to your liking?" Qiao’s mother felt somewhat guilty, "I forgot that you are used to eating Western cuisine."

Sheng Liang shook his head: "No, Auntie, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach."

Once he said that, the people on the table immediately tensed up. Qiao’s father immediately said: "It must be that guy Qiao Nan who drank too much in the afternoon!"

"I'll cook some ginger soup for you to warm up," Qiao’s mother said as he stood up, "Hua'er, there's some stomach medicine in the drawer. First let him eat it, so he can feel better."

From the moment Qiao Xuan said it was not comfortable, she had always been looking at him with a pained expression. However, she didn't have any experience in taking care of others, so when she heard her mother's words, she immediately ran over and took out the stomach medicine from the drawer and poured him a cup of water.

Actually, what Sheng Liang said was only because he did not want the Qiao’s mother to feel awkward and not reveal his true situation. However, he did not expect them to care about him that much.

Seeing the medicine that Qiao Xuan had given him, Sheng Liang did not take it, but asked: "Can I rest in your room for a while?"

Qiao Xuan was startled for a moment, and then looked at his father. Originally, the arrangement of the house was for him to share a room with his father, and so Qiao Xuan and his mother came to her room. Now that Sheng Liang had asked this question, Qiao Xuan was momentarily at a loss as to how to reply.

Qiao’s father waved his hand. "Go, go. Let him rest first. We'll talk about other things later."

Qiao Xuan supported Sheng Liang back to his room, but he did not refuse her help. His palms were also covered in sweat, and Qiao Xuan knew that her worry was right.

Once he entered the room, Qiao Xuan just closed the door, causing him to be unable to hold on any longer, and his body fell to the ground, curled up like a shrimp, and shook all over.

"Sheng Liang!" Qiao Xuan squatted down, wanting to help him up, but he saw that both of his hands were tightly clenched, his lips were also tightly clenched, and there was not a single trace of blood on his face.

Sheng Liang did his best to restrain himself, his voice trembling. "In the left pocket, give me the blade …"

Qiao Xuan's heart trembled. She still remembered the first time she saw him in this life. He stood by the pool, his arms covered in blood.

He carried the pocketknife with him because he was afraid that he might lose his will at any moment.