Jiang Zebei lowered his eyes and saw that Chen Qishan was still holding his hand, so he stepped forward and pulled Chen Qishan's hand away.

Seeing this, Yu Shijie raised his eyes with the person in his arms, looked at Jiang Zebei's detached and polite face: "Then I will take Qishan to leave first, and Hou Ye will rest early." ”

Jiang Zebei's dark eyes in a pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Yu Shijie deeply, and did not speak.

Facing his eyes of unknown meaning, the gentleness and detachment on Yu Shijie's face remained unchanged, and his frank and fearless gaze looked directly at Jiang Zebei.

The two were in a silent confrontation, and Qi Jiu, who was standing behind Yu Shijie, obviously noticed the aura of collision between his young master and Wu Anhou.

After a short confrontation, Jiang Zebei retracted his sharp gaze, lowered his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice: "Thank you Young Master Yu for taking care of Qishan for so many years. ”

Yu Shijie gently hooked the corners of his lips when he heard this, "Master Hou is polite, I have been confidants and friends with Qishan for many years, and it is my honor to help him." ”

Jiang Zebei looked at Chen Qishan, who was already unconscious, and his eyes showed worry, and finally turned into helplessness.

"Let's go back early."

He turned around and went back to his house, and Xuanwu, who had been with him all along, immediately followed.

Yu Shijie looked at Jiang Zebei's departing back, and did not move immediately, but frowned slightly.

I don't know why, from the emotion in Jiang Zebei's eyes when he turned around, and the back of the other party at this moment, he felt something indescribable, which was lonely and sad, a ripple sadness, and a little loss.

"Master, it's late at night, it's time for us to go home."

Yu Shijie returned to his house under Qi Jiu's voice.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Qishan in his arms, "Send him back to the other courtyard first." ”

"Yes."

……

Chen Mengtian was combing his hair in his bedclothes, looking at Jiang Zebei who came back, "All sent away?" ”

"Hmm." Jiang Zebei stepped into the bedroom and came to Chen Mengtian's side.

He glanced at the cyan peony in the bedrobe around the other party's waist, and walked behind her with his feet raised.

He followed the delicate peony and surrounded Chen Mengtian's whole person, even if he took people for himself, it made Jiang Zebei uncomfortable.

Sensing his depressed mood, Chen Mengtian stopped arranging her hair, she looked sideways at the charismatic face on her shoulder, and asked softly in a low voice, "What's wrong?" Not happy? ”

"Hmm." Jiang Zebei was weak to respond.

"Tell me why you're not happy."

Jiang Zebei touched the delicately embroidered cyan peony, and he couldn't put it down.

This action was exchanged for Chen Mengtian's laughter: "Don't make a fuss and feel uncomfortable, what's going on, say it and listen." ”

Chen Mengtian asked again, Jiang Zebei stopped bothering her, but he also fell silent.

After being silent again and again and not responding, Chen Mengtian's face couldn't help but pay attention.

She turned to look at Jiang Zebei, there was no expression on her handsome and cold face, but Chen Mengtian could tell at a glance that he was unhappy.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his thin lips pursed a cold and hard line, and the light in his peach blossom eyes was a little dull.

"What the hell is going on?" Chen Mengtian's voice is gentle, giving people the squeamishness of a little woman.

Jiang Zebei raised his eyes and looked at her deeply, "Tiantian, if one day I'm gone, what will you do?" ”

Such a question couldn't help but make Chen Mengtian's face instantly look ugly, and then his face showed surprise.