An Huaijue ignored Xu Jing's wail, and a strong murderous aura rolled under his eyes, and his fists were bloody.

Lan Weiwan is his woman, except for him, no one can touch it, no one can!

Xu Jing's begging for mercy became lower and lower, his eyelids trembled up and down weakly, and countless blood foams poured out of his mouth.

Lan Weiwan was so frightened by Xu Jing that his limbs were limp and he couldn't exert his strength. After relieving for a while, she propped herself up from the bed, and saw An Huaijue unilaterally beating Xu Jing, and the man who was beaten had already fainted, with less air in and more out of air.

She endured the discomfort all over her body, and rushed over to stop An Huaijue: "An Huaijue!

Looking at the blood in the man's eyes, Lan Weiwan suddenly felt a chill in her heart, and at this moment, she really saw the horror of An Huaijue and the devil in people's mouths.

An Huaijue turned a deaf ear to Lan Weiwan's obstruction, and he now had only one thought in his heart, that is, to kill this cowardly dog thing.

Seeing that his dissuasion was useless, Lan Weiwan was also anxious, and tried his best to reach out and grab An Huaijue's fist that he was still waving, and roared: "Enough! An Huaijue! Do you want to go to jail?"

An Huaijue swept over coldly, broke away from her hand with a slight effort, picked up the floor lamp on the side and was about to smash it.

Lan Weiwan, who was shocked, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, his palm pressed on the broken vase fragments, and blood flowed for a while.

Feeling a fine pain coming from his palm, Lan Weiwan suddenly exclaimed. She raised her hand to look at the wound on her hand, her eyes were misty, and a grievance for no reason came to her heart, and all of a sudden came out of her eyes that had not been shed in the scene just now, dripping and wetting a large piece of clothing on her chest.

Lan Weiwan choked up and whispered, "An Huaijue... Stop it. ”

When he heard the woman's uncontrollable exclamation, An Huaijue's eyes froze, and the hand that was about to be waved out froze froze.

Lan Weiwan sat on the ground in scattered clothes, her little face was full of tears in horror, and she looked very pitiful. She stretched out her bloodstained hand to the man who was paused and whispered, "An Huaijue, I hurt..."

Seeing that Lan Weiwan's white and tender palms had added several cuts in a plain manner, and blood kept gushing out, An Huaijue's eyes were crossed with a touch of distress and apology, and his heart was a little more strange because of the woman's coquettish tone.

An Huaijue put down the floor lamp in his hand, threw Xu Jing who had passed out to the side like a rag, and then walked to Lan Weiwan and squatted down, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Listening to the man's gentle voice, Lan Weiwan blinked his eyes in surprise, my God, is this still the devil who scared people to death just now?

After not hearing an answer for a long time, An Huaijue frowned, is it so painful? I don't know how to speak.

He became nervous, picked up Lan Weiwan, and strode out.

The weightlessness of the sudden take-off made Lan Weiwan exclaim in a low voice, and subconsciously hugged An Huaijue's neck, for fear that he would fall. Seeing the little face close at hand, the mania and madness in An Huaijue's heart suddenly faded a lot, and his head became a little clearer.

"Throw that thing back to the Xu family, and ask them to give me an explanation for tonight's events. An Huaijue looked at Bai Hao who ran over and said coldly.

Bai Hao, who ran over in a hurry, subconsciously came down, and when he saw Lan Weiwan, who was pale, and Xu Jing, who was injured all over his body in the room, he understood what had just happened.

An Huaijue, who had left far away, walked quickly, but it was very steady.

Lan Weiwan looked up and could only see the man's tight jawline and slightly rolling Adam's apple, and the panic in his heart slowly calmed down.

Suddenly I felt... An Huaijue doesn't seem to be a bad person.

Walking out of the hospital, a gust of cold wind hit, Lan Weiwan trembled, and shrank into An Huaijue's arms. An Huaijue lowered his head and swept his eyes, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

He quickened his pace, opened the passenger door, gently put Lan Weiwan in, and then rushed to the hospital like a race.

An Huaijue got out of the car and opened the door of the passenger seat, reaching out to pick up Lan Weiwan again.

Feeling An Huaijue's thoughts, Lan Weiwan shrank back and whispered like a mosquito: "No... No need, I can go myself. ”

An Huaijue's eyebrows furrowed, and he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, but he still didn't say anything in the end, and let Lan Weiwan get out of the car by himself.

Lan Weiwan lowered his head and got out of the car, and when he felt the chill outside the car, his thin shoulders shrank slightly.

Seeing her subtle movements, An Huaijue took off the blazer on his body, put her on it, and reached out to grab the person strongly.

Lan Weiwan's body was warm, and he was pulled over again when he wanted to say thank you, his little face wrinkled dissatisfiedly, and he wanted to push away An Huaijue's hand, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

What a strange habit this person has, he moves his hands and feet at every turn.

An Huaijue's brows furrowed even tighter, and he whispered: "Don't move, if you move again, don't think about leaving by yourself." ”

Lan Weiwan pouted dissatisfiedly and snorted softly.

In the office, the male doctor on night duty frowned and treated the wound on Lan Weiwan's hand, and taught a lesson while taking medicine: "You little couple, you really don't know how to pay attention, why don't you do some emergency treatment on this hand? If it is more serious, it will affect normal daily life..."

In the quiet office, the doctor muttered non-stop.

Maybe it was the male doctor's hand that was heavier, Lan Weiwan couldn't help but gasp, and An Huaijue, who was originally quiet, suddenly cooled down, and his cold eyes swept towards the doctor.

Feeling a terrible gaze, the doctor instinctively trembled, and under An Huaijue's cold gaze, the movements of his hands became lighter and lighter, and his mouth, which had been talking, stopped.

After a while, the wound was properly treated, and the doctor put away his things and carefully explained the precautions.

"Well, remember not to touch the water, let alone force..."

Lan Weiwan listened attentively, taking the doctor's instructions to heart, but he didn't notice that An Huaijue was also listening to the doctor's words with his eyes down.

"Okay, I remember, thank you, doctor. Lan Weiwan thanked him and pulled An Huaijue out.

The two returned to the car, and for a while no one spoke, and an eerie silence spread in the car.

Lan Weiwan remembered his previous slap and the appearance of An Huaijue rushing to save him tonight, and felt a little blamed in his heart, and was the first to speak: "Yes... I'm sorry, An Huaijue, I shouldn't have beaten you before, and thank you tonight, if it weren't for you..."

She lowered her head and bit her lip uneasily, thinking to herself, would An Huaijue, such a proud person, forgive herself so easily?