Yao Weiran in the bedroom stopped. She stood in front of the bedside table in the bedroom, looking down at the photo frame on it. The two people in the photo were smiling brightly. Her chest heaved violently. She picked up the photo frame and rushed out, holding up He looked at it and yelled at Yao Dahai: "Put your second wife's photo on your bedside? What kind of love are you pretending to be in love with? Are you worthy?! Why don't you die and be with her if you can pretend like that?"
After she finished yelling, she smashed the photo frame on the ground, picked up the photo from the fragments, crumpled it into a ball, walked over and stuffed it into Yao Dahai's mouth, gritted her teeth and said, "My mother has been tortured by you all her life. Yeah! You’re worried about that little money! It’s you who deserves to die! It’s you! Go to hell!”
"Woo... Wu!..." Yao Dahai turned his neck vigorously and struggled to avoid Yao Weiran's hand, but Yan Rui was firmly fixed on him, and there was nowhere to hide.
Yan Rui couldn't bear to see her looking so crazy, so he opened his mouth but held back and said nothing.
The angry Yao Weiran felt that it was not enough. He turned around and searched on the ground. He picked up a piece of glass and without hesitation, slashed Yao Dahai's face hard!
Blood gushed out instantly, and Yao Dahai screamed in pain.
"Yao Weiran!" Seeing that something was about to happen, Yan Rui pushed Yao Dahai out with all his strength, and hugged Yao Weiran, who was about to rush towards Yao Dahai, and said, "It's okay! It's okay! Calm down!"
"No!" Yao Weiran was holding the glass shards in his hands. He couldn't tell whether it was her blood or Yao Dahai's blood. He struggled and shouted hysterically, "I'm going to kill him!"
Yao Weiran looked up at Yan Rui, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes, and repeated viciously: "Kill him! Kill him!"
Yao Dahai was pushed to the ground with pain all over his body. The ground was covered with broken glass, and his skin was scratched if he moved even a little. He spit out the photo in his mouth, covered his face with one hand and his shoulders with the other, and screamed in a broken voice. Screaming: "Help! He killed someone! Yao Weiran killed someone!"
"Shut up!" Yan Rui shouted angrily, scaring Yao Dahai into shutting up quickly. He had been through a lot of hardships under Yan Rui in those days, and he was really scared.
Yao Weiran was still struggling, pushing Yan Rui's arm hard, trying to rush over and add some glory to Yao Dahai!
Yan Rui hugged Yao Weiran, forcefully took out the glass shards in her hands and threw them to the ground, saying loudly: "That's enough! Calm down! Look at me! He died like this! Aren't we going to give him some credit? We have plenty of options. Let his life be worse than death! Have you forgotten? Calm down!"
Hearing such words, Yao Dahai struggled to sit up, covered his face with one hand, pointed at them with a trembling hand, and said in disbelief: "You... Yao Weiran... are you going to kill your biological father?! You, You are not afraid of thunder!"
"A lightning strike from the sky will kill you! You will not die easily!" Yao Weiran finally calmed down a little, but Yao Dahai's words aroused his anger again.
Yan Rui couldn't bear it any longer. He held Yao Weiran's wrist tightly with one hand and controlled her behind him. He walked quickly to Yao Dahai and kicked him hard on the shoulder. He stared at him condescendingly and gritted his teeth. Said: "Shut up!"
"Ah..." Yao Dahai was kicked into the wall, rolling around in pain on the ground holding his shoulders. Yan Rui's kick was probably going to break his collarbone!
Then Yan Rui pulled Yao Weiran out hard and said, "Calm down! Follow me!"
Yao Weiran can no longer be allowed to stay here, and Yao Weiran can no longer be allowed to see Yao Dahai, otherwise she may not be able to do anything else.
Yao Weiran was also stunned by Yan Rui's powerful kick. His mood calmed down a lot, and he followed Yan Rui panting heavily.
After opening the door, two burly men stood guarding the door. When they heard the voice, they turned around and lowered their heads and said, "Hello, Mr. Yan."
"Okay." Yan Rui responded casually, took Yao Weiran's hand and went down the stairs. He pulled off the tie with one hand, bandaged the wound on Yao Weiran's palm to stop the bleeding, then took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.
After exiting the corridor, there were still several burly men standing guard at the entrance of the corridor. They dispersed the people watching the excitement and escorted Yan Rui and Yao Weiran to the car.
Yan Rui lowered his head and hugged Yao Weiran, and said to the people following him: "Do a good job in the aftermath. If there is any news about tonight on the Internet, don't take any of your fingers!"
"Yes! Mr. Xiao Yan!"
As he hurried to the car, the rain fell heavier and heavier in the dark night, knocking on the car window and knocking on Yao Weiran's nerves.
"Drive! Go to the hospital!" Yan Rui yelled at the driver, then lowered his head and held Yao Weiran's hand and asked softly, "How is it? Does it hurt? Don't move."
"It hurts..." Yao Weiran lowered his head and said one word in a tearful voice, and his shoulders began to twitch uncontrollably. Uncontrollably, big drops of tears fell on his palms, mixing with blood, and he repeated in his mouth, "Okay. pain……"
As the rain became louder and louder, Yao Weiran's cries became louder and louder uncontrollably. The death of his mother, his father's shamelessness, and the accumulated emotions made his heart seem to be torn open, and blood and tears poured out, mixed with With love for his mother and hatred for his father.
Yan Rui was glad that she finally cried, but at the same time felt sorry for her experience.
As Yao Weiran cried, Yan Rui said to the driver: "Stop on the side of the road, here is a thousand yuan, you can find a way to get home."
The driver took the wad of cash that Yan Rui took out from the rear locker, nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Yan, please call if you need anything."
After the driver got off the car, Yan Rui got into the front driving seat and raised the interior baffle to give Yao Weiran a private space to release his emotions. He also locked the car door to avoid Yao Weiran suddenly opening the door and rushing out.
While Yan Rui lamented Yao Weiran's misery, he also lamented her strength and strength. A person who has experienced a painful past life is so easy to be reborn, and has to face these inevitable sufferings again...
Yan Rui sighed softly in the darkness, and became more determined to protect Yao Weiran.
Listening to the crying gradually subsided, Yan Rui slowly lowered the fender and saw Yao Weiran fell asleep in the back seat. He was not sure whether he fell asleep or fainted, so he had to drive home first and contact the doctor on the way. Go home.
Yan Rui drove fast and steadily along the way. When he parked in the garage, Yao Weiran was still awake. He gently picked up Yao Weiran.
Yao Weiran woke up at this time, nestled in Yan Rui's arms, his eyes felt sore, and asked in a low voice: "Where is this?"
"This is my house." Yan Rui carried her upstairs and explained, "Don't worry, this is my house alone, there will be no one else."
As soon as Yao Weiran was placed on the sofa in the living room, the doorbell rang.
