Standing outside the door, isn't it Mingyang?

The tall figure is shrouded in darkness, but it can still make people feel his fear and fear.

Heart, so light yì hurts, Wen Yuci grabbed his hand and dragged him into the house, "Mingyang, it's so late, why did you come here?"

"Sister...... ......" Mingyang lowered his head and stared at his toes.

"Who's beating you?" Wen Yuci's heart tightened, and he raised his lowered head.

The face that used to be fair and handsome as flawless fat jade was covered with several clear finger marks, and the bruised finger marks floated high on the face, and the entire right side of the face was swollen.

"Who?" Anger burst out from Wen Yu's dark eyes, like a flame burning angrily, and there was a madness that wanted to ruin it.

Mingyang was a little scared, and took a step back timidly, "Luo Han...... Brother Luo Han ......"

Luo Han!

Wen Luohan!

It's actually Wen Luohan!

Wen Yuci's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth.

She rescued Wen Luohan in the snow thirteen years ago, the Xiling City brothers in the swamp ten years ago, and Mingyang in the pool of blood five years ago.

Jingcheng is rumored to be the daughter of Wen Xiong, the richest man in Jingcheng, who is spicy and willful, arrogant, but for so many years, no matter how angry and painful she is, she has never moved a finger of them and scolded them.

But now, it has only been a month since her family was ruined, and Wen Luohan can actually be so ruthless to Ming Yang with abnormal intelligence.

Luo Han, Luo Han, how ruthless is your heart?

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, the more painful it became, she raised her hand and swept the things off the table, shattering them to the ground.

Mingyang trembled a little in fright, "Porcelain porcelain ......"

Seeing that half of Mingyang's frightened face was pale, but the other half of his face was bruised and swollen, Wen Yuci's heart became more and more painful, he reached out to hug Mingyang, and patted his back gently like a baby, "Good, it's okay, don't be afraid, there is porcelain, no one can beat Mingyang anymore ......"

Mingyang sobbed, "Porcelain porcelain doesn't want Mingyang......"

"No, porcelain porcelain does not want Mingyang, Mingyang will live here in Mingyang, and will not go anywhere. "When he was homeless, he left Mingyang to Luo Han, hoping that Luo Han would look at the five-year brotherhood and treat Mingyang well, but now it seems that it is better to follow her than to count on the ruthless Mingyang.

"Really?" Mingyang was overjoyed, raising his eyes to look at Wen Yu porcelain, his clear eyes were dark and bright, shining like stars.

His eyes are the most beautiful eyes Wen Yuci has ever seen.

Five years ago, her father took her out of the city to play, and on the way back, she saw Mingyang lying in a pool of blood.

On the deserted path, Mingyang was lying dying in a bloody color, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

She begged her father to save him, but he probed his snort and shook his head at her, saying that he couldn't save him anymore.

She was very sorry and wanted to leave with her father, but saw him open his eyes.

Such a beautiful pair of eyes, like a clear spring like a black diamond, sucked her soul deeply.

Just a glance saved Mingyang's life.

Ignoring her father's obstruction, she held Mingyang, who was covered in blood, in her arms and asked her father to send him to the hospital.

Before the ghost gate closed, Mingyang picked up a life, but he became mentally handicapped, a boy who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, but only had the intelligence of a teenager, sometimes even younger.

The doctor said that he had injured his brain, and that he could recover from it, or that he could do it for the rest of his life.

She didn't dislike it at all, and when Mingyang could be discharged from the hospital, she took Mingyang home