Wen Junhan opened his mouth and uttered a few silent words: "Xiao is still." A complicated glint flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Maybe God felt sorry for Xiao Yi, her hand was just scratched by glass slag, and the hideous wound in her palm kept bleeding out, and the pain from the wound made her wake up a lot in an instant, shaking her head a few times, she struggled to stand up, but fell back to the ground.

Wen Junhan's uncontrollable footsteps still moved towards Xiao, sensing his movements, Mu Xue'er grabbed her tightly, and there was a thin layer of mist in her smart eyes: "Junhan, my head hurts so much, it's so uncomfortable, can you send me to the doctor." She snuggled up to that broad chest, and her pitiful appearance was painful.

Xiao still looked at Wen Junhan, her eyes were shocked and sad, and her heart felt as if it was being torn apart by something.

The wound and blood kept flowing out, but the pain in the body was so unforgettable as the pain in the heart.

Seeing that Wen Junhan's eyes kept looking at Xiao Yi, Mu Xue'er gently tugged the corner of her clothes and said softly: "Junhan, I ......" Before the words were finished, Mu Xue'er fainted directly.

Wen Junhan quickly held her up and patted her cheek gently: "Xue'er, what's wrong with you?

He directly hugged Mu Xue'er horizontally, stepped away with his slender and straight legs, and strode away.

The footsteps suddenly stopped next to Xiao Yi, looking at her bleeding hands and heartache, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, sullen and uncomfortable.

He glanced at her several times, but didn't say anything, and then hugged Mu Xue'er and left indifferently.

Listening to the sound of the door opening and closing, that delicate face was shrouded in despair and desolation, looking at her bleeding wound, the corners of her mouth pulled out a bitter and mocking smile, the wound obviously looked very painful, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

A moment later, the door to the box opened. The sound of the door opening attracted Xiao Zhen's attention, and his expectant eyes instantly turned into loss, and his expression was extremely ridiculous.

"Miss, how are you, do you need help?" The waiter stepped forward to help Xiao Yi, his eyes fell on her bleeding hand, and a complicated light deepened in his slightly stunned expression.

"No, thank you, I can do it myself. Standing up, she subconsciously widened the distance between the two, and looked at her bloody hand, she just frowned: "What, do you have a medical kit here?" If she didn't treat the wound, she would probably bleed too much and die.

"Yes, you wait a minute. The voice fell, and the waiter gave birth to a private room.

When he got the medicine box, the waiter hurriedly turned back, but was stopped by the doorman, what did the man say to him? He nodded incessantly and said in a low voice: "Okay, I know, I will definitely get things done." Then he pushed the door open.

Xiao still took the medicine box and sat on the sofa, hurting his right hand, and his movements were clumsy and slow.

The waiter who was standing on the side, worried about how to start, took a few steps closer to her, bent down and took the things in Xiao Yi's hand: "Miss, let me help you!" He sat next to Xiao Yi, the two were a little close, Xiao could still clearly feel his body temperature, and the faint lemon fragrance on his body.

Turning her head to look at the man, she could see his face clearly.

Qingjun's silhouette is fair and pink, his skin is well maintained, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he always maintains a gentle smile on his face. He gently and carefully dealt with the injury on her hand, and said intimately: "It will hurt a little, you bear it a little, if you can't help it, there is no one else here, it's okay to cry." "The gentle voice like the spring breeze of March, with a touch of magic, will fascinate you if you are not careful.

Even Xiao still had to admit that his voice was really good.

"I'm fine, thank you. He looked at the waiter with grateful eyes, biting his lip tightly, and did not dare to look at his wound with a painful expression on his face.

At this time, as soon as Wen Junhan put the unconscious Mu Xue'er into the car, his phone rang. Closing the car door, he picked up the phone: "Hey." "An indifferent voice, without the slightest warmth.

"Mr. Wen, your friend's things have been left in the box, please come and get them. ”

"I see. When the sound fell, Wen Junhan hung up the phone directly, and walked into the bar with his slender and straight legs.

Walking through the noisy bar hall, Wen Junhan, who has a different appearance and temperament, can always attract the attention of others, just like now, a bewitching woman stands in front of him, looking at the slender lotus arm on Wen Junhan's shoulder: "Handsome guy, I invite you to have a drink, it's good." After saying that, her whole body was already stuck to Wen Junhan's body like an octopus.

Wen Junhan didn't move at all, his cold face still had a calm expression, but there was an impatient light in those dark and deep cold eyes.

The thin lips like the peak of the knife opened, and he spat out a sharp word: "Get out." "Domineering and cold words, with an absolute and irresistible temperament.

The woman only thought that Wen Junhan was trying to capture the old man, and her smile was even more charming, her hand touched Wen Junhan's angular handsome face recklessly, and said in a charming voice: "Don't be like this, it's ......"

Before the woman's words could speak, Wen Junhan coldly pushed her away, and then left without looking back.

The rejected woman looked at Wen Junhan's departing back with resentful eyes, her eyes were full of unwillingness, her hands were clenched into fists, and she muttered to herself: "What I want in Jiang Chengcheng, I haven't gotten it yet." Squinting slightly, he took out the phone and dialed it out immediately.

Wen Junhan, who was deeply frowning, went straight to the private room and pushed the door directly, but he never thought that he would see such a scene.

Five minutes ago

The waiter cleaned up the garbage on the table after Xiao still took care of the wound, and Xiao still drank too much, and the whole person fell on the sofa in a groggy state, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

At this moment, there was a knock on the box door, and the waiter suddenly stopped moving, and he stared at Xiao Zhen, who was unconscious on the sofa, for a long time, and his eyes looked at the box door from time to time. When he noticed someone approaching, he pressed directly towards Xiao Zhen.

As soon as Wen Junhan pushed the door open, he saw that Xiao was still entangled with the waiter, his eyes sank, he jumped with a sword step, dragged the waiter in with a big hand, and then punched him hard. The waiter was stunned, and looked at Wen Junhan with panicked eyes, his eyes full of fear.

Why didn't the man say he would be beaten, this business is really not worth it.

At this moment, Wen Junhan was as frightened as the god of death from hell, looking at the waiter with scarlet eyes, and his expression was as if he was about to eat the waiter.

The waiter was so frightened that he forgot how to react, and when he reacted and wanted to run, he found that his feet seemed to be rooted, and he couldn't move at all.

Wen Junhan bent down and slapped Xiao Yan on the face several times, but Xiao still didn't react at all. Even if she was really drunk, she shouldn't have reacted like this, he turned his head and glared at the waiter angrily: "What did you do to her?"

"I ...... I didn't ...... Didn't ...... to her Do what. The waiter was so frightened that he stammered.

"I tell you, if this woman has any longs and shorts, I will definitely make you regret being born in this world. With a cold sentence, he picked up the unconscious Xiao Yi and left the private room anxiously.

Looking at the back of Wen Junhan leaving, the waiter realized what a terrible person he had provoked, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, his eyes were full of despair.

"Xiao Yi, I will definitely not let you have any trouble. When he saw that Xiao was still in a wrong situation, Wen Junhan knew how scared he was and how he still cared about this woman.

Wen Junhan hugged Xiao Yi and just walked out of the private room not far away, when he saw a group of people coming towards him menacingly, no wonder he felt something strange just now, it turned out to be a quiet corridor, and the situation in the bar was not at all in harmony.

These people didn't look easy to mess with, did they come for him? Wen Junhan guessed in his heart.

It wasn't until the woman who was rejected by him came into his sight that Wen Junhan knew that these people were really coming for him. This woman's identity doesn't seem simple, but now he doesn't have the leisure time to talk to her, how can he solve the crisis in front of him.

The cold Jiang Chengcheng walked towards Wen Junhan with arrogant steps, looking at the woman in his arms with charming eyes, and asked in a charming voice: "You just rejected me for this unattractive woman." She said she was deeply struck.

"We don't know this young lady. The cold and detached words, the cold eyes like the deep reef of the sea were guarded.

"My name is Jiang Qingcheng, are we acquainted now?" she raised her eyebrows, stroked her hair extremely coquettishly, and blinked her eyes with delicate makeup to discharge at Wen Junhan.

Jiang Chengcheng, when did there be such a big man in Z City, why didn't he know.

"Miss Jiang, right, I apologize for my rudeness just now, but now I really don't have time for you to talk nonsense here, please get out of the way, okay?" Wen Junhan restrained his arrogance, but his tone was absolute and indisobedient.

The eldest husband can bend and stretch, now bear it first, and when Xiao is still sent to the hospital, he will settle accounts with this group of people.

"Listening to this tone, are you threatening me?" Jiang Chengcheng obviously misinterpreted Wen Junhan's words, and there was a provocative light between his eyebrows.

Wen Junhan was not a good-tempered person, seeing Jiang Chengcheng so arrogant, his eyebrows sank, and he said in a cold voice: "I'll say it again, get out of the way." A resolute and rampant tone, with an absolute threat.

If Jiang Chengcheng dares to provoke Wen Junhan's bottom line again, Wen Junhan will definitely break out.

"It's not impossible to get out of the way, throw the woman in your hand, come with me, what do you want?" She approached him without fear of death, her good-looking fingers hooked Wen Junhan's chin, and her words were full of teasing.

Wen Junhan's expression became colder and colder, and the cold aura around his body seemed to freeze even the air around him, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, and said in a cold voice word by word: "Jiang Chengcheng, I don't care what your identity is, if you repeatedly challenge my bottom line, you will definitely regret it." As if the words of reminder were better than warning, the anger between his eyebrows almost swept the sky.