Her heart sank, and she rushed to the window door while Lu Huaian was not paying attention.
Wow!
Jiang Xing desperately clenched his fist and smashed the window. The window suddenly shattered and the smell of blood filled the air.
Jiang Xing clenched his fists to pound the remaining pieces.
Lu Huaian didn't expect that Jiang Xing would rather die than give in. He was startled and patted his thigh and called her, "Jiang Xing, what are you doing?"
Jiang Xing suddenly held the fragment close to his neck, and his face looked even paler under the light.
The lips are as red as blood.
The blood on Jiang Xing's palm dropped to the ground. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were as cold as knives. "Don't come here, or I will die here."
She was disheveled at the moment, and if something happened, Lu Huaian would be involved.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is a good gentleman who loves his wife and children. If something happens to Jiang Xing, his whole life's personality will be completely destroyed.
Lu Huaian's nervous sweat broke out on his back, and hot sweat slowly broke out on his head, "Jiang Xing, calm down."
Jiang Xing could hear his own heartbeat.
Just now, when Jiang Xing was standing in Jiang Yuan's room, he secretly sent his location to the people in his WeChat address book while Lu Huaian was drinking water.
She didn't remember who she forwarded it to, she just hoped that the person would see something was wrong and come to her rescue in time.
Lu Huaian comforted Jiang Xing and then tentatively came over, "My uncle is wrong. Don't be as knowledgeable as my uncle. Good Jiang Xing, good Jiang Xing, put down the glass piece, okay?"
The cold wind came in through the broken window, and Jiang Xing's hair was blown up.
A chill ran across the back of her neck.
"The key is here for you."
Lu Huaian took out the key from his pocket and put it on the table, "Jiang Xing, dear Jiang Xing, come and get it, okay?"
Jiang Xing's eyes were like knives gouging him.
His voice made Jiang Xing sick.
Jiang Xing's eyes fell on the bunch of keys again, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Go and open the door."
Lu Huaian picked up the key and lowered his body, "Okay, okay, I'll open the door."
"Jiang Xing, let's talk carefully if we have anything to say."
Lu Huaian turned around and went to the door.
This is an old community and the door locks are complicated.
Jiang Xing held up the fragment and followed behind him. She walked slowly. When Lu Huaian lowered his head to unlock the door, a strange smile flashed across his eyes.
Jiang Xing stared at the door, and there was a click.
She looked nervous and was about to open the door and rush out.
Lu Huaian pretended to be afraid that Jiang Xing would reveal the matter again, "Jiang Xing, my uncle is confused about this matter today. You must not tell your aunt, okay?"
Jiang Xing frowned, feeling disgusted and disgusted in his heart.
She smiled coldly, Lu Huaian released the key, turned around, and when Jiang Xing wasn't paying attention, he reached out and pinched Jiang Xing's wrist hard.
"You bitch! Even if you are a bitch, you still have to build a memorial arch! Are you the same way that you would rather die than surrender to Rong Jingxu?"
Lu Huaian stretched out his hand and pinched Jiang Xing's neck hard, "Huh? I'm afraid you are asking to climb into his bed, right?"
His anger grew and he strangled Jiang Xing's neck, causing Jiang Xing to lean against the wall.
She had no way to retreat, and a pair of slender arms tried to stop Lu Huaian's arms.
Lu Huaian smiled coldly, his brows dark and scary, "I want you today."
His ferocious face came close to Jiang Xing, and his breath fell on her face, "How about right here?"
Lu Huaian's big hand touched Jiang Xing's thigh.
Jiang Xing's face gradually changed color.
Lu Huaian realized that he was not strong enough and was about to let go of his hand when suddenly the door beside him was kicked open!
With a bang, Lu Huaian was knocked out.
Jiang Xing slid down the wall, covering her neck and coughing violently, and the tears she was holding rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
Jiang Xing tremblingly raised his head to look at the person standing at the door.
Rong Jingxu looked down at her from a high position, his face looked like the King of Hell, terrifying.
"Rong, sir."
Rong Jingxu's eyes swept over her tattered clothes, and then landed on her bleeding hands.
Jiang Xing, who was kneeling in front of him, was embarrassed and stubborn.
Her eyes were still tough, and those sentimental emotions were gradually washed away by tears.
She lowered her head and coughed twice.
Rong Jingxu raised his hand to pick her up and clasped her waist with his big hands. Almost all of Jiang Xing's weight was on Rong Jingxu.
She relied on him to stand firm.
Rong Jingxu stared at Lu Huaian with gloomy eyes, and Lu Huaian stood up slowly while rubbing his waist.
How dare he look at Rong Jingxu's face.
A sneer curled up at the corner of Rong Jingxu's lips, and Jiang Xing felt the breath of the man next to him become even colder.
"Mr. Rong, let me handle it."
Jiang Xing looked at him as if asking for help.
"You'll handle it?"
Rong Jingxu's voice sounded careless, but it was filled with murderous intent.
His face was calm and intimidating. Lu Huai'an raised his head to look at him, then hurriedly lowered his head and swallowed subconsciously.
He was so frightened that his legs were weak and he couldn't stand still.
Rong Jingxu sneered and asked Jiang Xing, "How do you deal with it?"
He raised his hand and touched Jiang Xing's cheek lightly.
Not far away, Lu Huaian only dared to glance at Jiang Xing, who was scared to death.
Rong Jingxu's fingers gently lifted Jiang Xing's chin, and he narrowed his eyes and said cold and scary words, "You are my woman, it is not your turn to deal with this matter."
Lu Huaian pricked up his ears and listened to Rong Jingxu's words.
He had already made up his mind to kneel on the ground and admit his mistake at any time. Before he heard Rong Jingxu's instructions, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor.
Jiang Xing realized what Rong Jingxu was going to do, raised her hand and landed on Rong Jingxu's arm. She shook her head silently.
Rong Jingxu took off his coat and put it on Jiang Xing, then hugged her downstairs.
Jiang Xing passed by the men with tattoos on their arms, but Rong Jingxu didn't give her a chance to speak.
He held her waist tightly and pressed his thin lips into a thin line.
As soon as the two people arrived downstairs, Lu Huaian screamed from upstairs.
Jiang Xing subconsciously grasped Rong Jingxu's arm, feeling a pain in the wound on his palm.
Blood stained his white shirt.
That hint of red was particularly dazzling.
A chill ran down Jiang Xing's back, and she could hear her teeth chattering, "What's wrong with you?"
Rong Jingxu could still light a cigarette leisurely at this juncture, and he showed a mysterious and dangerous smile.
He opened the car door and let Jiang Xing sit in.
Jiang Xing pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, but still sat in obediently.
She stared at Rong Jingxu, watching him go around to the trunk and take out something.
The car door is closed, gradually blocking out the coldness outside the car window.
Rong Jingxu held a cigarette from the corner of his mouth and reached out to hold Jiang Xing's hand.
Jiang Xing gradually came back to her senses. Only then did she realize the pain, and she couldn't help but hiss.
The wound on the palm of the hand was about the length of a little finger, with blood and flesh flying around, and it looked a bit scary.
Jiang Xing saw him take out the small medical kit and bring the disinfectant water closer. Jiang Xing subconsciously stepped back.
Rong Jingxu held her hand tightly and raised his eyes to warn her, "Don't move."
His eyes were fierce, but his movements were gentle.
Jiang Xing frowned with a pair of delicate eyebrows. The space in the car was narrow, and the two of them were close to each other.
Rong Jingxu raised his head and ran into Jiang Xing's wet and pitiful eyes.
His heart seemed to have been hit hard by something.
