Her hug dispersed Yan Xingyue's uncontrollable anger.
Letting Xiang Fengyu hold her waist, Yan Xingyue held her with one hand, and said in a voice with no hint of emotion or anger: "Who did this?"
Turning his head to look at the shocking bruises on her neck under the gap between her hair, Yan Xingyue's eyes darkened horribly.
Xiang Fengyu shrank into his arms and muttered that she was cold.
Yan Xingyue pulled her towards the roadside.
Only then did Xiang Fengyu realize that he came by car.
After getting in the car, Xiang Fengyu sat on the passenger seat and told Yan Xingyue what happened today in a hoarse voice.
When he said that he had not suffered any loss at all, when he was fighting with the doctors, his eyebrows were dancing and his eyes were astonishingly bright, and he could not tell the aggrieved look of the person he just held.
Fine.
Xiang Fengyu is actually pretending. What's wrong with a woman like an eagle pretending to be weak? What's wrong?
"Tian Tian."
Yan Xingyue repeated these two words and chewed them between his lips and tongue.
Xiang Fengyu felt a hair on his back and noticed that Xiaoyingyangzi was angry, so he calmed down his overly excited expression.
"Um...Yueyue, I'm fine. It's just that I broke your knife."
She touched her body, took out the broken butterfly knife, and handed it to him timidly, lowering her head like a child who had made a mistake.
Yan Xingyue didn't even look at the knife.
"come over."
The air pressure all over his body was very low. His aura was so scary at a young age, and the murderous aura that was usually not shown in front of others was overflowing.
Xiang Fengyu leaned over honestly.
Yan Xingyue raised her hand and pushed her long hair away. His cold fingers brushed her fair neck intentionally or unintentionally, and she shrank back from Feng Yu in excitement.
He took out a ceramic bottle from nowhere, opened the cork, poured out the translucent viscous liquid and wiped it on Fengyu's neck.
Only then did Xiang Fengyu notice that there seemed to be something wrong with his left hand, and his movements were very stiff.
"Are you injured too?"
She was startled.
【Holy shit! How could anyone harm this evil god! ! 】
Yan Xingyue said nothing and applied the medicine to her in silence.
I don't know what this medicine is made of. It feels cold and cool when applied, and it also has a faint fragrance, which is somewhat similar to the smell on Yan Xingyue's body. It is very comfortable.
"Let me look at your arm."
Xiang Fengyu reached out to pull his arm. The movement was not so crisp at first, but after seeing that he had no reaction to her touch, she boldly opened his sleeve.
As soon as he opened it, the overwhelming smell of blood hit his nose.
She originally thought she would be numb to the smell after the experience in the nursing home, but it turned out that she was still not immune.
Yan Xingyue's arm was wrapped in a bandage, and the wound was probably split, soaking the entire gauze in red.
Xiang Fengyu thought of the time when she rushed over to hug him just now.
"Why don't you say anything..."
She turned pale.
It's just scary.
Damn, your body is so weak that it doesn’t matter if you bleed so much. You’re even better than me who was a seven-day aunt.
Respect arose spontaneously, Xiang Fengyu looked serious and said angrily: "Who is it? Who hurt you!"
"If they break your wings, I will destroy his paradise!"
Yan Xingyue applied medicine to her indifferently and said in a calm tone: "Xiang Dongchen, Jiang Zhiying and other unknown forces."
There was no one she could afford to offend.
"Very well, remind them to close the toilet seat tonight, this toad won't take the usual route."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
The ointment was sticky, and Xiang Fengyu's hair was loose. Her hair was thick, so it was inevitable that a few strands would get on it, making her itchy and wanting to reach out to scratch it.
Yan Xingyue knocked her hand off.
"Wait."
Yan Xingyue, who wrapped his coat tightly and buttoned up his hat with only the lower half of his face exposed, suddenly looked over before getting out of the car.
"Don't run around."
Three simple words, but they sound very meaningful.
Xiang Fengyu didn't think much and grabbed his hair to prevent them from sticking to his neck where the ointment was still wet.
[System, help me see what’s going on online now]
After she experienced such an incident today, the system rarely said anything and went online in silence.
[Public attention has been completely diverted. A few people are still criticizing Ye Lan. Although it has an impact on her new book, the copyright of her old book seems to have been sold again]
As for Ye Lan herself, because of the impact of this incident, she went abroad to relax, which seemed to have caused harm to her. In fact, when the limelight passed, everything was the same as before.
This is the way the world is.
Xiang Fengyu was not surprised at all.
[The knife must be cut slowly to make the wound hurt. Revenge against Xiang Shilan in one breath cannot make up for the trauma of the original owner being bullied online]
She wants to make Xiang Shilan restless forever and never have a peaceful life.
Maintaining the same posture, her neck felt a little sore and she couldn't help but turn around.
As he turned around, his eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the rearview mirror.
Then she looked into a pair of black and white eyes.
Xiang Fengyu opened his mouth: "..."
He turned and looked at the back seat in disbelief.
The man was tied up and placed in the back seat, his mouth was sealed, and he was lying there very quietly.
Jian Xiang Fengyu saw herself and winked at her, as if to say hello.
Xiang Fengyu looked at Jiang Zhi, who obviously didn't look like a guest, and couldn't help but cursed: "Yan Xingyue, you are doing a fucking trade fair."
You tied up such a big living person in the back seat and you didn't say a word!
Thinking of his meaningful words "Don't run around" when he left.
This is to test whether he will let Jiang Zhi go, right?
[I knew this guy hadn’t let go of Jiang Zhi yet! 】
Looking at Jiang Zhi who could not speak, Xiang Fengyu took the lead to look away.
Ever since she learned about Xiao Yingyangzi's past, she couldn't treat Jiang Zhi well.
They are all the children of a mistress. Xiang Fengyu's mother is half crazy, and she is still alive and everyone screams for beatings. Jiang Zhi's mother now has a great family and allows her son to enjoy the stolen life.
Jiang Zhi seemed to sense Xiang Fengyu's unusual reaction and moved his body, as if he wanted to say something.
But realizing that he couldn't speak now, his eyes darkened again.
The two remained silent until Yan Xingyue came back.
Yan Xingyue was cold and sat over as if nothing happened.
Before Xiang Fengyu could ask him where he stole Jiang Zhi, he saw him take one out of his pocket with his injured hand——
Pink leather cord.
The one with a little bunny on it.
Xiang Fengyu was surprised.
"You went to buy this!?"
Yan Xingyue shook his head: "Ask someone else to borrow it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a seven or eight-year-old girl waved to her outside the car window. One of her pigtails originally tied into a pair of ponytails was missing, and she smiled heartlessly.
Yan Xingyue lowered the car window, raised her lips to the little girl, and said in a soft voice, "Go home quickly."
The little girl looked at him blankly and nodded obediently: "Goodbye, beautiful brother."
Xiang Fengyu didn't expect that he still had such a side.
"Tie it on."
Yan Xingyue motioned for her to tie up her long messy hair.
