Wen Jingcheng came here to help him. He heard what happened to the Yan family and felt that the young master's "illness" had reached a serious level. He had already contacted the best doctors and even some people with special abilities., as long as Yan Wushu agrees, the treatment can be started immediately.In order to persuade Yan Wushu, he even found the housekeeper of the Yan family and some people who Yan Wushu might be willing to trust to act as lobbyists and allow him to enter the Yan family.

However, Yan Wushu just stood on the other side and glanced at him, turning a deaf ear to what he said, almost impatiently holding the servant's hand and saying something.

He seemed to be listening to the green-eyed servant very much. After the other said something, although he still looked at him warily, he didn't dodge any more, and his eyes revealed a shocking dark color.

Wen Jingcheng frowned, avoiding the young master's abnormal gaze, and met Wen Yicheng who was looking at him from afar.

The silent and reliable servant slowly raised the corners of his mouth, looking down at him with a victorious posture.

Wen Jingcheng frowned, wanting to say something to warn him.

With a flash of silver light, he caught a glimpse of the flying blade out of the corner of his eye, and subconsciously dodged it, but his arm was still cut by the blade, and blood dripped down.

Wen Jingcheng looked at Wen Yicheng who made a sudden attack in shock.

But the most shocking thing was what the young master said: "Useless guy, didn't you say that you would solve this potential monster for me?"

The heartfelt green-eyed servant lowered his head as if he was blaming himself and apologizing, but the intimate behavior of the young master sticking to him like a boneless one showed the young master's dependence on him. At this moment, Wen Jingcheng clearly realized that the real leaderWho is it all about.

"It's me who is useless and disappointed the young master. If the young master wants to change to a more reliable servant, I will... have no problem."

Under these words that seemed to give in but were actually inducing, the young master was obviously angry, and said something to him emotionally, and once again instructed his sincere servants to eradicate the "threat".

Just whose threat is it eradicating?

Wen Jingcheng finally fled the Yan family in embarrassment with his life hanging by a thread, with blood all over his body.

Light streamed in through the door, illuminating the dark bloodstain on the carpet that snaked its way.

Stimulated by this light, the beautiful young master's eyelashes trembled, and his consciousness was withdrawn for a moment—someone almost died just now.

He ordered it.

In a haze, he remembered what Wen Yicheng said in his ear: Is the young master afraid?If those are the existences that scare the young master, I will eradicate these existences for the young master, as long as the young master nods.

Yan Wushu, who was tortured by fear, agreed without hesitation.

But... how strange, does he want to do this?Is it what he wants to see to erase the existence of others?

However, the evil thoughts that were clamoring in his mind just now really came from Yan Wushu.

The chaotic memories are entangled in his consciousness, those bad behaviors towards others, and his indifferent disregard for other people's lives, all make Yan Wushu at a loss what to do.

very scary.

His eyelids were heavy, and he felt a little groggy.

A pair of hands lightly touched his cheek, the familiar voice and familiar touch made Yan Wushu subconsciously depend on him, and Yan Wushu instinctively wrapped his arms around him, and gradually found his "self" in his gentle and stable voice.

Looking at the beautiful young master with drooping eyes nestled in his arms, Wen Yicheng glanced at the desolate and desolate gate outside, a hint of satisfaction and even complacency flashed in his light green eyes.

The arrogant and wicked young master voluntarily gave up other possibilities, and from then on he completely belonged to his heartfelt servant.

The submissive servant raised the young master's chin for the first time, let go of all restraint, and unscrupulously demanded everything he wanted.

Maybe the police will break into the door soon, but no one cares, they will hold hands and go anywhere in the world together, in this muddy world, only each other is left.

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Chapter 50

"Master?"

Wen Yicheng woke up like every morning in the past, waking up his little master with a soft kiss.

With one touch, the eyelashes quietly covered Yan Wushu's pretty face, casting a layer of shadow, small and uniform, smooth and uniform, without waking up.

Thinking that he was so sleepy because he frightened the young master last night so that he didn't sleep well, Wen Yicheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, reached out and touched Yan Wushu's upturned nose, without waking him up, and got up to wash himself.

After washing, he went to sweep and wash the clothes. He has done all of this very skillfully. Now there are only three people left in the huge Yan family, and he needs to take care of all the young master's affairs.

Originally, he wanted to prepare breakfast in advance so that Yan Wushu could eat it when he got up, but was stopped by the butler, who said he would just leave it to him.

Wen Yicheng glanced at the old housekeeper, then turned to look for Yan Wushu who was still sleeping.

He hadn't woken up yet, Wen Yicheng watched quietly by the bed for a long time, finally felt something was wrong, frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to check the young master's physical condition.

Everything was normal, but the young master, who was always restless because of fear of leaving him, showed no sign of waking up even after such a toss.

Wen Yicheng's light green eyes rarely revealed a trace of panic, and he patted his cheek trying to wake him up, not caring about annoying the young master.

But it was useless, the beautiful young master fell asleep unconsciously, sleeping peacefully, beautifully like a painting under the morning light.

The two observers in the secret room also saw that Yan Wushu was still asleep, and Yu Chenggui frowned:

"Is this what Wen Yicheng wants?"

Gong Mingjing looked at the sleeping Yan Wushu in the mirror, and denied his statement: "No, it was Yan Wushu's resistance."

"Arrogant, vicious, and taking pleasure in playing with other people's feelings, this is the Yan Wushu we see through the illusion."

Yu Chenggui's eyes drooped slightly, as if recalling some recent events.

It is true that Yu Chenggui's evaluation of Yan Wushu is not very good because of these short memories, but: "This is not him."

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