Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant’s Pampered Demon Empress

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Two or three hours later, Chu Qingchuan woke up in pain, frowning, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Feeling the fiery pain in his cheeks, Chu Qingchuan's eyes shot out killing intent.

Then he sat up, supporting his weak body, turning his head to see the towel on the ground, and Chu Qingchuan frowned.

Unexpectedly, the castle owner was still angry with her.

Chu Qingchuan glanced at the layout of the house. It was exquisite and luxurious, with no dust in sight, and the air was filled with refreshing fragrance.

After thinking about it, Chu Qingchuan went down to the ground, picked up the towel on the ground and touched it, and then clenched the cloth with both hands as if he had made some determination.

Chu Qingchuan walked to the dressing table, shed her silky black hair, and straightened it slowly with a comb.

Looking blankly at the large area of ​​redness and swelling on the cheeks and the miserable appearance of bleeding from the corners of the mouth, Chu Qingchuan couldn't help holding the jade comb tightly, her eyes turned red but there was no tears.

Yu Wuxia, wait and see! I, Chu Qingchuan, will surely ruin you!

It's been more than an hour since Chu Qingchuan thoroughly freshened and dressed up.

He didn't want the wound on his face to be seen, so he ordered a piece of white tulle to cover his face.

After that, Chu Qingchuan went to the study.

"Let's come in!" Yu Wuhen heard Chu Qingchuan's arrival outside the study, and said lightly, and then continued to provoke the calculation.

Chu Qingchuan walked into the study slowly, and saw Yu Wuhen who was sitting behind the desk carefully settling accounts. He bowed and said, "Chu Chu has seen the castle lord." The voice was delicate and soft, and pleasant to the heart.

Yu Wuhen's fingers stiffened, and without looking up at Chu Qingchuan, he said indifferently, "What are you here for?"

Chu Qingchuan knew that Yu Wuhen liked her, otherwise he would not hug her, so he boldly walked to Yu Wuhen’s side and raised his thin hand to hold Yu Wuhen’s big knuckles. Slightly dissatisfied, said softly: "Master, you don't even look at Chu Chu! Are you so unwilling to see Chu Chu?"

Yu Wuhen felt the soft jade hand on his big hand, and his whole body became stiff. For a moment, his heart felt like spring blossoms. However, thinking of Chu Qingchuan's disgust and disgust for him, he pushed Chu Qingchuan away coldly: "Go away! Lord Benbau doesn't want to see you!"

Unexpectedly, this heavy push would faint Chu Qingchuan.

Seeing Chu Qingchuan lying on the ground with exhaustion holding his head, Yu Wuhen scolded himself as a bastard.

Immediately stood up and hugged Chu Qingchuan.

Chu Qingchuan woke up leisurely, staring at Yu Wuhen with tears and crying: "Master, you are so cruel! Ugh..."

Looking at Chu Qingchuan's accusing eyes, Yu Wuhen couldn't help feeling guilt in his heart, and hugged Chu Qingchuan a bit tightly.

Chu Qingchuan sniffed, looked at Yu Wuhen with clear eyes, and said aggrievedly, "Master, Chu Chu knows that you are angry about yesterday, but Chu Chu really didn't mean it. , A fortune teller said that Chu Chu could not live to be eighteen years old, so Chu Chu wanted to stay away from him, because... because Chu Chu didn't want to fall deeper and deeper with him, didn't want to worry about him when he was dying, and finally died without staring at him.

Chu Qingchuan's sobbing and sobbing look was beautiful and moving, and he succeeded in making Yu Wuhen's heart beat faster.

It turns out that Chu Chu didn't dislike him, but because he didn't want to fall in love with him deeply, and didn't want to die!

Yu Wuhen has fallen into an obsession with Chu Qingchuan, and he is full of love and pity. How can there be time to investigate whether what Chu Qingchuan said is true or false?

Hearing that Chu Chu said that he would not live to be eighteen years old, Yu Wuhen reluctantly raised his lips and coaxed: "Chu Chu, you can believe what a fortune teller says? You dare to guarantee that you will live to be a hundred!"

"Puff......" Chu Qingchuan couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows crooked, beautiful as a picture, as if they were carefully drawn by a painter.

But Yu Wuhen did not show an obsessive look. Instead, his eyes became dark and deep, with traces of apology. He kissed the little face of his relative Chu Qingchuan, which was covered in white gauze, and said softly: "Chu Chu , I'm sorry, Lord misunderstood you, can you forgive me?"