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Ms. Chun appeared in front of Pei, and he almost sprayed all the tea on Southern Emperor's face.
Actually, it's not entirely her fault for appearing so suddenly and at such a bad time. When Ms. Chun was thrown in by Hua Zhi from the rooftop, she was also scared silly. At that time, she couldn't control her own butt and let out a string of continuous farts, which she couldn't hold back and threw at Pei.
Fortunately, he wasn't eating at the time. Otherwise, what he would have spat out wouldn't have been just foam. (Don't look down on anyone, who hasn't farted before, really.)
"Ah, this room smells really bad." Ms. Chun also knew that she had compromised the air quality, so she covered her nose and opened all the windows in the room to let the air out. As she opened them, Pei kept closing them, tapping her with his cigarette, "The Southern Emperor is weak and can't handle the cold. Are you trying to kill him just because you're not happy?"
"Ah, Pei, do you think he was really crippled by boss Feng?" Ms. Chun leaned in and asked quietly.
"I haven't collapsed yet, but the internal injuries are quite severe. Coupled with my poor health before, it's like a mountain collapsing when illness strikes."
"This is the first time I've heard of someone becoming ill from repressed depression."
Pei flicked the cigarette butt towards her, "I've been saying you're uncultured, but you don't believe it. In this big world, there are all kinds of people."
Spring had originally intended to refute a few words, but when she saw the figure on the bed, it felt like something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.
"I'm tired, I'll sleep next door. Anyway, you have plenty of energy, so you can take care of him for me." After giving a few instructions, Pei left Spring to take care of Southern Emperor and went to sleep.
After Pei left, Spring moved to Southern Emperor's bed in small steps, lay down, and stared at him without blinking.
Southern Emperor is still in a coma. Thinking about the scene of him coughing up blood during the day, Ms. Chun still feels palpitations now.
How great must the sorrow be to be forced to cough up blood. Also, boss Feng has left someone half crippled, which is really unfair. This is just typical suffering. Already sick, now even worse, adding illness to illness.
"It seems that neither of us has good luck, encountering a crazy person with an illness," Ms. Chun sympathetically pats Qingmo Nan's blanket, "Whoever encounters boss Feng is in for a big trouble."
May the heavens bless us, we've finally avoided boss Feng for a while.
At that time, someone sitting by the coffee table sneezed while drinking tea.
Mao stepped forward and draped a cloak over Feng Chue's shoulders, saying, "boss Feng, it's getting cold, take care of yourself."
Feng Chue held a teacup in his hand, turning it back and forth. " Mao, do you think I did the right thing by letting her go?"
" boss Feng, everything you do has your reasons."
When spring is not here, Feng Chue actually smiles very little. "Do you think I'm very twisted? I let him live, but I want to see him suffer. I clearly had Xifu by his side, but he didn't know. Can you understand that kind of pain? I want him to taste this kind of feeling, to let him know that trying to steal a woman from me comes with a price."
"But..." Mao wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say it at all. All along, Feng Chue has been like this, loving this woman in his own way, but always pushing her further and further away.
Feng Chue stood up, "I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm tired, help me back to rest."
"Yes," Mao responded in a low voice. At the mention of tomorrow, her expression couldn't help but darken.
After tomorrow, whether I can come back alive or not, it's all up to fate. Ms. Chun, Ms. Chun, boss Feng, I've really sacrificed too much for you...
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