Lu Yan looked back, those brown eyes fell on Lin Shun's face, he lifted his thin lips and forced out a serene syllable from his throat, "Get out!"

Lin Shun is the son of Jiangmen, he has gone all the way, rising step by step, who dares to talk to him like this?

"I'm not going to roll, what do you want to do with me?"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yan made a backhand, reached out with a wide and rough palm, grabbed Lin Shun's wrist, and then twisted it hard.

With a click, Lin Shun's arm was dislocated, and he screamed in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, let go!"

Lu Yan stretched out his hand and pushed, Lin Shun staggered back a few steps, and then fell to the ground, and he rolled a few times like a ball.

Lu Yan looked at him indifferently, "You can't roll, then I can only teach you." ”

After speaking, Lu Yan got into the driver's seat, and the jeep sped away.

"You bastard, you come back to me!" Lin Shun sat on the ground and shouted, but the jeep left him with exhaust on his face.

Burst.

There were a lot of people snickering.

Lin Shun raised his eyes and saw that Jiang Guo, Tian Tian, and other FIU people were all covering their mouths and snickering.

He glared angrily.

"Go to work!" Jiang Guo ran away with the people.

Lin Shun got up, he came to Qianqian's side, and said with a courteous smile, "Qianqian." ”

Qianqian glanced at Lin Shun with disdain, turned around and left.

In Qianqian's eyes, this Lin Shun is not worthy of lifting shoes for Lu Yan.

She looked at the disappearing jeep with love and hate.

……

The jeep stopped in front of a villa on a nearby hill, where Lu Yan found the signal.

Pushing the car door and getting out of the car, Lu Yan quickly entered the villa, and there was no sound in the villa.

There is a suffocating depression in the silence.

He looked up at the upstairs room, the door tightly closed.

Lu Yan raised his feet and went up the stairs step by step.

With each step, his feet were like gold, the muscles in his black shirt were full of blood, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Perhaps, nothing was thought.

He's late.

As long as she's alive.

He asks for nothing.

In the future, he will spend more time loving her and loving her, everything will pass, and all the wounds will be healed.

came to the door of the room, there was still no sound inside, Lu Yan narrowed his handsome eyes, and then stretched out his hand to push the door open.

With a bang, the door opened, and he looked into the room with brown scarlet eyes.

No.

Not what he could imagine.

When he went up the stairs just now, thousands of images appeared in his mind, but the scene in front of him was not any of them.

His brown pupils contracted violently, and it took several seconds for him to react.

An An sat on the bed, her dress was torn and covered in blood, and Dila collapsed into her arms, with a sheet around her neck.

Dillia was not dead yet, he stared at An An with his eyes, his body twitching one by one.

Lu Yan quickly stepped forward, he came to An An's side in a few steps, and then squatted down, he reached out to touch An An's little head.

An An raised her eyes suddenly, and her wonderful eyes shot towards Lu Yan with a cold cold blade.

Lu Yan's breathing was tight, his heart seemed to be tightly pinched by a big palm, and he lowered his eyelids, he looked at her two small hands holding the sheets, her palms were already crumbled, and the fresh meat was sticking to the sheets, which was shocking.

There was blood all over the bed, and viscous blood dripping down the sheets, and the room was quiet, ticking, ticking, ticking, and the sound of ticking made the scalp tingle and creepy.

There were no knife wounds on Dilya's body, and all the blood was from An An's body.

Lu Yan rolled his throat up and down, and his rough big palm clasped the back of An An's head and pressed her into his arms.

The flexible thin lips pressed against her hair and kissed her hard, and he said in a dumb voice, "An An, it's me, Ah Yan." ”

Ah Yan.

An An's tense brain nerves suddenly loosened, and her overly stiff body softened, like a pool of water, and the clean color in those wonderful eyes returned, she closed her red lips and didn't say anything.

I didn't feel it just now, but now that her brain is revived, her body is overwhelmed with pain.

Hurt.

It hurts.

A palm-sized little face instantly turned white as a piece of paper, and the butterfly-like wings of a butterfly and a cicada covered it, and she was soft in his arms.

Lu Yan pulled the sheet out of her palm, her palm was all rotten, and kicked away the already dead Dilya, he held her with one arm, and opened the dress on her body with one hand, her flat lower abdomen was stabbed seven or eight times, the knife saw the flesh, and the bubbling hot blood seemed to spurt out, and it couldn't be stopped.

Lu Yan closed her clothes, retracted her with one arm, and rubbed her delicate body into his bones, "An An, I'll take you to the hospital now." ”

He picked her up and quickly left the villa.

Putting her in the passenger seat, he strangled her waist with a sheet, there was no first aid here, he could only stop her bleeding like this.

The jeep started up, and he looked sideways at her, blood running down her thin white calves, quickly staining the passenger seat.

He pressed the steering wheel with one hand, pressed her wound with the other, he felt the temperature of her blood, felt the life that was gradually flowing through his fingertips.

The girl's little head staggered on the seat of the chair, and if it weren't for the seat belt, she would have collapsed, and the slender feather fell down, and she seemed to be going to sleep.

I can't wake up from this sleep.

Lu Yan tugged at his thin lips, his hoarse voice was trembling, with full of coaxing and... Begging, "An'an, don't sleep, let's talk, tell me, what just happened?"

Hearing his hoarse voice, An An raised her eyes weakly and laboriously, her whole body was in pain, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

She looked at Lu Yan and softly hooked the corners of her pale lips, "Ah Yan, I said... I'll wait for you, all the time... Waiting for you. ”

"Just now... I'm fainting, so I'm pretending to be dizzy, Delia... When I took off my pants, I kicked them and he hurt... His face changed, he took out his knife and stabbed me like crazy... Seven or eight knives..."

"With such a prick, I woke up instead, and I picked up... The sheets strangled his neck..."

"He struggled several times, his strength was so strong, he was almost beaten by him... I broke free, but I was thinking that if I died, I wouldn't be able to wait for Ah Yan..."

An An stretched out her little hand and gently held his rough palm, and she rubbed his calluses with her soft fingertips, which was the power of time precipitated in him about the years.

She looked at him, her eyes were bright, like stars in the sky, "Ah Yan, I love you, I must love what you love, I have been following in your footsteps for so many years, one day, I will be as brave as you, I will have the same faith as you, I will live like you." ”

"Ah Yan, I am yours, many years ago, my mother did not keep the little rock, now I keep it, in the future, there will be less sadness, more happiness, so many people love you, and I love it too. ”