1100.Chapter 1100 Warmth of Love【3】

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his eyes lightly, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Xuewei, it's me."

Inside the door, there was no response.

He frowned and wanted to push the door directly in. After thinking about it, he felt it was wrong, so he knocked patiently again. This time, there was still no response.

His expression changed, and he opened the door and rushed in. The bed and the imperial concubine's couch were still as they were when he left them last night, and even all the lights were still on.

In the bathroom, the sound of gurgling water continued.

Suddenly I had a bad feeling in my heart, and thousands of bad images were sketched out in my mind uncontrollably.

Putting the tray down, he knocked on the bathroom door hastily: "Xuewei? Wu Xuewei! Do you hear me? I'll give you thirty seconds, come out immediately!"

"Wu Xuewei!" She didn't come out, and he was completely confused.

He took two steps back and kicked the door open. He was born in the army, and a door was not a problem for him at all.

Soon, the bathroom door was kicked open, and he walked in quickly and saw that the wet and dry bathrooms were separated. The shower head in the shower room was gurgling with water. She curled up into a small ball and slept in the bathtub. .

He was covered with a bath towel. It was so thick that he even doubted whether it could keep him warm.

He turned off the faucet that was soaking in the rain, and came to the edge of the bathtub again to make sure that she didn't think about cutting her wrists for a moment. Then he sighed, and as if he had lost all his strength, he sat on the floor with his back against the edge of the bathtub.

In his ears, there was the sound of her shallow breathing, with a bit of nasal sound. Maybe it was because she had cried and her nose was blocked, so the sound of her breathing was heavier than before.

He smiled bitterly, Feng Churui, Feng Churui, is this torturing her or yourself?

Wu Xuewei slept very deeply, which had something to do with the fact that she slept late last night, and her eyes were sleepier after crying, so she slept for a long time.

When she woke up, she realized that she had returned to a soft and warm bed. She was still wearing a torn knitted sweater and black pants.

She rubbed her eyes, and just as she was about to open the quilt and get out of bed, she suddenly saw Feng Churui sitting beside the bed.

Wu Xuewei subconsciously stepped back and covered herself with the quilt, a layer of wariness quickly rose in her eyes.

Feng Churui watched her subconscious dodge and fearful movements, his expression remained unchanged, but in fact, he was already bitter in his heart. He looked at her and pointed to the breakfast on the bedside table: "It's already cold, do you still want to eat?"

Wu Xuewei was silent and shook her head.

Feng Churui smiled lightly, but she was probably not in the mood to have breakfast now.

"In addition to hating me, are you still afraid of me?" Feng Churui asked her with interest, the smile on his elegant and noble face was almost perfect, "Where is your love, eh? Tell me, your love is now Where?!"

Wu Xuewei said nothing, she didn't want to talk to him. At this time, the mobile phone she placed next to the pillow rang. She picked up the mobile phone, turned around and picked it up.

The call was from He Jingyan.

At this point in the past, she had gone to the hospital to stay with him, but he hadn't seen her today. He was worried that she might have an accident, so he called to confirm.

Wu Xuewei told him that she felt a little uncomfortable today, so she would not go to the hospital. She asked him to listen to the doctor and not secretly throw away all the white pills and cover the cabbage under the rice. She said that she had finished eating and the wound would not be damaged. Always touching the water...