White Swan

Chapter 65

The people outside went down the steps outside the window, walked about two steps and came to the window.

Qiao Fei took a few steps back, glanced at the door of the dance room, and wondered if it was impossible to escape.He prepared for the worst, but when the man walked slowly to the bottom of the stairs, he realized that it was not He Haoyun, but He Chijie's wife, Mrs. He.

And Mrs. He didn't seem to have thought that there would be a dance room after going down the steps, let alone that she would see Qiao Fei here. She stopped suddenly and stood outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dance room, her eyes slightly rounded.

But after all, she is a noble lady of the family, she just froze for a moment and then recovered her dignified state, walked to the window, knocked on the glass lightly, motioned Qiao Fei to open the door for her.

Qiao Fei didn't dare to ignore her, and finally walked over hesitantly, helped her unlock the window, pushed open the sliding door, and let her in sideways.

He didn't know how to treat the gentle and elegant lady in front of him. Just as he was thinking about whether he should take the initiative to say something, Mrs. He spoke first: "Sorry, did I scare you?" She stepped over the threshold , the stilettos made a small sound when stepping on the plastic floor, walked to the center of the dance room and looked around.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I have no ill intentions towards you." Mrs. He smiled softly, with slightly upturned willow leaves at the end of her eyes.But her hair looks a little messy, as if she came here in a hurry.

"You... are you here to look for me?" Qiao Fei hesitated, closed the window and followed Mrs. He to the middle of the dance room.

"Maybe, not really." Mrs. He's smile never reached her eyes, she smiled a little forcedly, her mind seemed to be out of focus, her eyes wandered, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She should have been pregnant for six or seven months, and her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and the loose wool windbreaker on her body couldn't cover her swollen belly.

Qiao Fei stared at Mrs. He's stomach, trying to find a chair for her to sit on, but the only one in the dance room was facing the door, and he glanced away awkwardly.

Mrs. He felt Qiao Fei's gaze, her expression finally eased a little, her hands touched her abdomen naturally, her voice was so soft that it melted into water: "I will see him in three months, and I haven't decided on a name yet." Well, I haven't raised a boy either, so I don't know how to take care of him."

Qiao Fei nodded, not knowing what to say.He didn't know what identity he should use to answer Mrs. He's words.

He couldn't help being cautious when facing Madam He, and even felt ashamed.

There was some silence in the dance room, Qiao Fei waited for Mrs. He to speak, and gently rubbed her fingertips by her side.

"My husband came to see you..." Mrs. He said slowly, and she didn't know what Qiao Fei was He Haoyun's. Halfway through the conversation, she paused awkwardly before saying, "...his younger brother."

This has nothing to do with Qiao Fei, he nodded flatly without answering.

Seeing that Qiao Fei didn't respond, Mrs. He's gentle and ladylike look finally dissipated a little, a little anxious fine line frowned between her brows, she turned and looked out the window, as if she was hesitating for something.

She raised her hand to comb a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her manner was upright and elegant, and then she folded her hands in front of her body, keeping her back straight all the time.

Qiao Fei didn't understand why such a gentle person would choose to be with someone like the eldest son of the He family. It might be more appropriate for a violinist to be with a painter.

After all, art still belongs to art, and the two who have the same topic are more like each other.

A few minutes later, Qiao Fei was just waiting quietly for when Mrs. He could leave after finishing her speech. He didn't understand, let alone cared what she wanted from him.

Mrs. He seemed to be struggling in her heart, and finally she bit her lips and slowly loosened her teeth, and said, "He Haoyun is a thorn in my husband's heart all the time. He has no other choice. The company should have The boss of Gui's family, don't you think so?

"But with He Haoyun's temperament, it is impossible for him to transfer the company to my husband." Mrs. He paused, her eyes drifting, "Maybe the He family still can't accommodate the two of them after all. He can only disappear, there is no other way My husband is the only remaining immediate family member of Haoyun, and the management of the group will be in the hands of Chijie after he is gone."

Qiao Fei's breathing quickened a bit, what do you mean when he is gone, He Haoyun just went downstairs to let him get out of the dance room, why is he not here anymore.

What does she mean.But before he figured out what Mrs. He said, or what to ask, Mrs. He changed the subject.

"Qiao Fei." Madam He called him softly.

Qiao Fei looked up and looked at her with some puzzlement.

If you look up from the window of the dance room, you can see a corner of the gate of the villa, and a black Rolls Royce is always parked not far from the gate.

"I'm telling you this because I trust you. Can you understand? Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to the villa today and just let you..." She didn't finish speaking.

"Then...do you want to go with me?" Mrs. He said slowly, her voice was slightly trembling, "Don't worry, I can send you to a safe place, I know he treats you badly Okay, but after today, he should not hurt you again."

Seeing that Qiao Fei didn't make a sound, Mrs. He thought that he didn't believe her, so she quickly added: "I can give you some money, as much as you want, I just want to help you."

For some reason, Mrs. He felt a little sympathetic to this weak and beautiful boy in front of her. She felt that there was always a little loneliness in Qiao Fei's eyes that could not be erased. It seemed that if he continued to stay in this villa, he would gradually lose contact with the wall. Merge with the floor and grow old alone.

She felt that the boy in front of her was small, as if he could be broken by a gust of wind, but at the same time, he had a tenacity and stubbornness that his peers did not possess, and his eyes were shining brightly.If you give him a chance, Mrs. He thinks he can make waves.

Maybe Qiao Fei has some magical powers after all, making people around him sympathize with him and want to save him.

"Come with me, you shouldn't have been involved in this war." Mrs. He said to Qiao Fei, trying to smile encouragingly.

Qiao Fei still didn't understand, and finally asked hesitantly, "Are you compensating me for him?"

Madam He didn't answer, she smiled and asked a question: "We are actually very similar, don't you think?"

She held out her hand to Qiao Fei and took a step closer to him.

Qiao Fei looked down at her hand. The wedding ring on her left ring finger seemed too big for her slender fingers. The heavy jewelry not only lacked beauty, but also added a bit of depression.The diamond inlaid in the middle of the silver ring is translucent and expensive. This style of ring...is too thick and vulgar, and should not appear in the hands of a violinist.

Qiao Fei looked at Mrs. He's hand outstretched to him, and the fingertips hanging by his side couldn't help moving, he really wanted to put his hand on it.

In fact, he didn't quite understand what Madam He meant. Qiao Fei always regarded people as kind, and never thought that an older brother would want to kill his own younger brother.

He only understood that if he followed Mrs. He, he would be able to be with Shi Xubai in an open and honest manner, without having to hide and hide. They could kiss in the sun, hug each other and say I love you.

This is the only thing he cares about, nothing else is important to him.

But Qiao Fei vaguely felt that something was wrong, how could things be so simple, it would be nice if it was really simple, but the reality is often the opposite of what is expected.

Mrs. He said that the He family can no longer accommodate He Haoyun, the He family...

As if a thread was stretched suddenly, Qiao Fei suddenly seemed to understand what Mrs. He just said.

He will die.

He Haoyun is gone... what he said meant that He Chijie wanted him to die.

Did he come today just to harm him?

Qiao Fei hates him, fears him, appreciates him, and wants to run away from him, but he doesn't want him to die.

Qiao Fei drew back before his hand touched Mrs. He's palm, and took a step towards the door, "Thank you." He didn't know how to thank Mrs. He for reminding himself, and finally bowed hastily and pulled away the dance. The door of the room ran out. "Thank you very much."

Madam He's anxious cry came from behind: "Qiao Fei! No! You can't go up!"

But there was no sound of Mrs. He's footsteps catching up, Qiao Fei ran upstairs in two or three steps, and rushed into the study without thinking.

When he pushed open the heavy door of the study, He Chijie had already left, while He Haoyun was standing in front of the window, staring darkly at the black Rolls-Royce that turned out of the window and exited the gate of the villa.

There was no trace of a fight in the study, and if it weren't for He Haoyun's gloomy face, it would have been impossible to tell that He Chijie had been there.

"Yo, are you ready to come out?" He Haoyun turned his head when he heard the sound, folded his arms and looked at Qiao Fei coldly, "I thought I had to invite you."

Qiao Fei didn't reply, he held his breath and walked two steps into the study, his heartbeat quickened a bit, thinking carefully if He Chijie wanted to harm He Haoyun, why he didn't do anything until now, and left without leaving anything.

Seeing that Qiao Fei dared to ignore him, He Haoyun narrowed his eyes and said in a stiff voice, "I'm talking to you."

A cowhide armchair was placed in front of the red sandalwood desk, which was slightly crooked, as if someone had sat on it before and pushed it away to stand up.

The desk is not thick, only a few fingers wide. Qiao Fei stood in front of the desk and scanned around the study room, and finally turned her gaze back to the desk.Only here is the most conspicuous, and only here is the best location in the entire study.

He didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, he slowly stretched out his hand and touched under the desk, when his fingertips brushed the corner, he suddenly touched a package of something soft and wrapped in paper, as if it was glued to the desk with something Underneath, Qiao Fei pulled hard and pulled it off.

He only glanced at it, his pupils shrank suddenly, his hands and feet were suddenly cold, he turned around stiffly holding the bag, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Ignore me because I'm so arrogant, right? Did you hear me?" He Haoyun took two steps towards Qiao Fei, but stopped suddenly when he saw the things in his hand.

"Fuck..." He reacted a little faster than Qiao Fei, and stepped forward to snatch the explosive from his hand.Not knowing when it would explode, He Haoyun had no time to do anything else, so he raised his hand vigorously and threw it out of the window.

Before Qiao Fei had time to react, he had already been hugged into his arms by He Haoyun, his forehead hit his chest hard, and his whole body was tightly wrapped by He Haoyun.

The explosive detonated the moment it hit the glass of the study window, and the sound of the explosion was as if it was close to the ear, and there was a buzzing in my mind.Following the explosion was the sound of shattering glass in the study, Qiao Fei didn't dare to raise her eyes, her hands were tightly clutching He Haoyun's shirt.

He Haoyun squeezed Qiao Fei into the corner between himself and the study wall, protected the back of his head with his right hand, and held his head tightly in his arms, his tall body completely blocked him.

Qiao Fei was pressed hard on his chest by He Haoyun, and he couldn't see what happened in the study at all. He only heard a muffled groan from He Haoyun following the explosion. His hand holding the back of Qiao Fei's head tightened suddenly, and his body gradually become sinking.

He Haoyun who was standing in front of her suddenly became heavy. Qiao Fei subconsciously grabbed the fabric of the clothes behind him, only feeling that the palms of her hands were sticky, and when she distractedly looked, she found that her hands were actually covered with blood.

The shattered glass in the explosion splashed into the study, and He Haoyun's back was pierced with almost a dozen pieces of glass shards, while Qiao Fei was protected by him in front of his chest, almost unscathed, except for a little blood on his arm from the splashed glass .

Qiao Fei pushed He Haoyun hard twice before realizing that he had lost consciousness. He wanted to call his name but couldn't make any sound.Qiao Fei couldn't hold him, He Haoyun fell backwards, hitting the back of his head on the corner of the table, making a dull sound.

The curtains were shattered by broken glass, and hung on both sides of the window like rags. A fire gradually caught up below, and a little spark splashed onto the tapestry behind the desk, burning from bottom to top. The giant dark green tapestry was slowly being burned. The flames ignited, almost turning a blinding orange.

There was no fire prevention equipment in the study, the villa was built early, and the ceiling did not have an automatic sprinkler system. The flames gradually burned to the ceiling along the tapestry.

Qiao Fei was startled inwardly, most of the furniture in the study was made of wood, and the flames would quickly set them ablaze.

"Hao..." Qiao Fei choked on the smoke as soon as he opened his mouth. He tore off a corner of his clothes to cover his mouth and nose, and pushed He Haoyun's shoulder with his other hand.

"He Haoyun!" Qiao Fei tightly gripped the fabric of He Haoyun's collar until his knuckles turned white, "Get up!"

He Haoyun was very heavy, and lay on the ground after losing consciousness. Qiao Fei's thin arms and legs couldn't drag him at all, and he could only pull him less than one meter away with all his strength.

The door of the study room was ajar, and Qiao Fei glanced at it. As long as he ran out, he would be saved. This devil on the ground can be rescued by others, anyway...he can't save it anyway.

He even took a small step towards the door so that if he ran out he could call for help.But he still didn't move in the end.

The study was full of thick smoke, and there seemed to be anxious screams from the housekeeper and nanny outside, but no one came in to help Qiao Fei, as if no one knew they were here.

Qiao Fei called out, but her voice was hoarse and rough due to the smoke, and the cry for help was almost muffled in her throat.

The flames slowly climbed up the curtains and tapestries, and had already licked the ceiling. When the explosive exploded, it shook the walls around the study. Several cracks gradually extended upwards to the ceiling, and dust and debris began to fall.

There were frightening crackling sounds all around, and the cracks in the ceiling had extended to the crystal chandelier in the center, and the chandelier shook twice, crumbling.

The crystal decoration above just reflected light, and the light spots reflected on the wall attracted Qiao Fei's attention.He looked up, his eyes widened suddenly, and his heart almost stopped beating.

There are only a few wires still connected to the chandelier, it's only a matter of time before it falls, and He Haoyun's position is just under the crystal lamp, if it falls...

He can't drag him.

He couldn't call anyone.

...Only he didn't want He Haoyun to die.

"He Haoyun!"

The moment the crystal lamp fell, Qiao Fei almost instinctively threw herself on He Haoyun.

He didn't have time to react otherwise, he just blocked himself between him and the chandelier that fell from above, trying to protect himself and He Haoyun's head as much as possible.

With a loud shattering sound, Qiao Fei felt a heart-piercing pain in his calf, as if someone sawed off his calf with sawtooth, grabbed his bone and pulled it down.

A scream was crushed and swallowed by Qiao Fei. He bit his teeth tightly on his lip so as not to yell out.

He didn't dare to turn around to look at all, and gradually lost his strength, and collapsed on He Haoyun's body.

The smoke and dust in the room became thicker and thicker, breathing gradually became difficult, and the thoughts in Qiao Fei's mind gradually blurred.

He vaguely felt that someone was calling his name. The noise was so loud that he was dizzy. He wanted the person to shut up, but no sound came out of his throat.

The sound of fire trucks and ambulances seemed to be faintly heard in the distance, and the sound of sirens was getting closer.

Qiao Fei had no strength at all, and gradually fainted. Before losing consciousness, there was only one thought in her mind.

From now on... I probably won't be able to dance.But in this way... I have paid off what I owed him.