Chapter 84 Come and hug me
Pei Heng stood where he was, looking at the people around him with different expressions.
His sight finally settled on Shen Shi who was not far away.
Shen Shi's face was pale, even colder than the snow on the ground.
He lowered his eyelashes slightly, pursed his lips, and subconsciously tried to avoid Pei Heng's gaze, his eyes dodging away in panic.
It was as if I had committed a huge mistake and was too embarrassed to face it.
Huo Xiao and two team members dragged Pei Wulin up after he fell off the cliff after being shot.
Pei Wulin was unconscious, his right wrist was covered in blood, and there were several wounds on his body caused by rocks. He looked in a miserable state.
Even though he knew that this person was the emperor Pei Lin who had been in power for half a year, Huo Xiao showed no mercy and handcuffed the man with heavy restraints, treating him like the most dangerous terrorist.
To him, Pei Wulin at this moment was an extremely dangerous person who planned multiple attacks.
After dealing with the emergency on the cliff, Huo Xiao covered his chest and walked back with slightly heavy steps.
When he was subduing Pei Wulin in the helicopter cabin, he was kicked hard in the chest by the other party in a dying struggle, and now he felt a dull pain even when breathing.
The snow was slippery, and Huo Xiao slipped and almost fell.
Ling Yue, who was standing next to him, was quick to reach out and hold his arm.
Huo Xiao was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Ling Yue's tense profile and grinned as if wanting to laugh.
But just as he raised the corner of his mouth, he saw Pei Heng who was staring at Shen Shi in a trance, and he couldn't smile anymore.
Looking at the complicated and indescribable situation before him, especially Chen Shi's distraught look, Wen Desheng couldn't help but sigh heavily.
"Hey, what a sin... I have to chase my husband to the crematorium again."
All the melodramatic scenes he had seen suddenly came to his mind.
Pei Heng stretched his feet in the deep snow and felt the chill creeping up his calves.
He extended his hand towards Shen Shi, who was standing frozen in place, and said, "Come and hug me first."
Chen Shi raised his head and looked at Pei Heng in disbelief, the sorrow and fear in his eyes almost overflowing, his lips moved but no sound came out.
Chen Shi was so sad and panicked that he almost didn't dare to look at him, let alone go over and hug him.
Pei Heng looked at him like this and frowned unsatisfactorily, “Chen Shi, my feet hurt. I’ve been standing for a long time and they’re still cold.”
Shen Shicai seemed to have regained his spirits, and was heartbroken. He trotted towards Pei Heng and hugged his cold body tightly.
Pei Heng also held the person tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of Shen Shi's soft head and rubbing it gently.
Chen Shi's eyes turned red, and warm moisture seeped out, wetting Pei Heng's collar.
"Okay, it's okay." Pei Heng whispered, patting his back gently with his palm.
"Let's go back first."
—
The main house living room.
Wen Desheng quickly brought a large and thick woolen blanket and wrapped Pei Heng up completely, including his head, leaving only his beautiful but tired face exposed.
Pei Heng's hair and forehead were still covered with snowflakes that had just fallen outside. The snowflakes had melted and were sticking wetly to his skin.
He was wrapped in a soft blanket, but his eyes were serious. He stared at Chen Shi who was wiping the water droplets from his hair without blinking.
No wonder Chen Shi was so resistant to asking questions before, it turns out to be like this.
but……
Pei Heng's gaze lingered on Shen Shi's pale yet stunning face.
He doesn't believe it.
I don't believe Shen Shi will really hurt him.
There must be a misunderstanding here.
"Let's go upstairs and talk." Pei Heng pulled Shen Shi's hand.
Shen Shi paused in wiping his hair, his fingertips trembling slightly, and whispered, "Okay."
The low pressure in the living room was relieved a lot after the two masters went upstairs.
Ling Yue finally had some free time. He took the hot water bottle filled with hot water, walked to Huo Xiao who was sitting on the sofa, handed it to him expressionlessly, and motioned him to apply it to his chest.
"My hand hurts." Huo Xiao sighed again.
Ling Yue: “…”
Ling Yue looked at Huo Xiao's grinning expression when he took the hot water bottle, his face full of confusion and incomprehension.
He couldn't understand how this iron-blooded general who had charged into battle in his previous life and never frowned even when injured and bleeding, could become so... spoiled after becoming a special forces soldier in modern times.
I was just kicked in the helicopter cabin, and I was wearing a thick bulletproof vest, but I actually needed to use a hot water bottle?
But seeing that Huo Xiao's face was indeed a little pale, Ling Yue pursed his lips and swallowed back the complaint that was on the tip of his tongue.
He slammed the hot water bottle against Huo Xiao's chest. "Your Highness's death...was it really not the rebels who did it, but...the Lord?"
Even after hearing Pei Wulin's accusations with his own ears, he still found it hard to believe.
Huo Xiao shook his head, his expression becoming more serious. "I'm not entirely clear about the truth."
"The situation was extremely chaotic at the time. The Eastern Palace was under siege, and I was fighting outside, trying to break out and seek help... By the time I received the news and rushed back, His Highness had already..."
He paused, his voice lowering. "All I know is that after His Highness passed away, the Lord was devastated and nearly insane. If it weren't for the obsession with revenge that still clung to his heart, he would have... died with His Highness."
Huo Xiao recalled the later Shen Shi who had discarded all emotions and only had hatred in his heart, maneuvering between various forces with ruthless and decisive means, and finally uprooted the Regent and his cronies.
Even Huo Xiao felt a little nervous.
Such a lord survived to avenge His Highness.
Wen Desheng also came over and said, "Our family knows it clearly. This matter must be very complicated and full of misunderstandings."
"How the Lord treats Your Highness is known to all, heaven and earth. How could he possibly... be the kind of person who would harm Your Highness?"
He turned to Ling Yue again, his expression becoming serious, "That Pei Wulin... I'm afraid he knows a lot of the secrets of the past."
"Ling Yue, when you interrogate him, please be diligent and make sure you pry his mouth open. In the past... we truly underestimated this emperor."
Ling Yue had a cold face and nodded heavily, and his men unconsciously increased the strength of the hot water bag they were pressing on Huo Xiao.
"Ouch..." Huo Xiao was caught off guard and cried out in pain. He looked at Ling Yue with a helpless look, "Gentle, gentle! I didn't provoke you!"
Ling Yue withdrew his hand, feeling a little awkward, and then his expression became expressionless again. He punched Huo Xiao on the shoulder without any hesitation, speaking with a tone of disgust.
"weak."
He's complaining about this little injury.
Huo Xiao: “…”
He covered his shoulders, looked at Ling Yue's cold and arrogant look, and sighed helplessly.
This wooden lump.
Wendsheng didn't notice the strange interaction between the two of them. He took out his mobile phone and started searching for keywords of the novel "Chasing Husband Crematorium" with a sad face.
Trying to find ways to help the master win back His Highness from those melodramatic literary works.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
