The most terrible thing is jealousy, and once jealousy begins to cause trouble, it will be hot-headed and do things that harm others and oneself. And Ouyang Ze's jealousy is the strongest, and the things he does are also the most excessive...

That slap didn't seem to have any effect on Ouyang Ze, and although his head was slapped to the side by me, he quickly turned his head to treat the wound on my shoulder for me.

Not only did he have a bloody handprint on his face at this time, but it didn't take long for another red palm print to emerge from his face.

Because it was the effect of inertia, and the edge of the bottle was very sharp, the wound on the shoulder was also very deep, although Ouyang Ze covered it with his hand hard, but the study still flowed down his arm.

He quickly took off his coat to bandage my wounds, and his panicked appearance seemed to be repenting for destroying his beloved things with his own hands, and his trembling lips were speechless for a long time.

"What are you doing here? Yes? I said I wouldn't let you interfere in my life, why do you still come! ”

I pushed Ouyang Ze away hard, because the center of gravity was unstable, so Ouyang Ze was also stumbling, but he didn't care, and quickly crawled over again and continued to bandage my wounds.

"I'm sorry, Ruirui, I'm sorry! I didn't expect it to be like this, I really didn't expect things to turn out like this! ”

Ouyang Ze apologized to me with tears in his eyes, his teary eyes were like a dam that had opened the floodgates, and the surging tears were dripping on my arms.

His fingers were shaking, his fingers were shaking as he bandaged me... Where had he ever seen such a bloody scene, where had he seen me covered in blood, so much so that he was at a loss for the situation he had created.

"Ahh Ahh

Wu Yao was still writhing and struggling in the pile of broken glass and red wine, and the pain in his head made his whole body twist in pain. Both hands were also on the wound.

In addition to red wine on the ground, it is blood, but I can't tell which ones are mine and which ones are Wu Yao's. He was lying in the red wine in the place, and the blood from the back of his head was fused with the crimson liquid, and the red of his body made it impossible for me to see what was wine and what was blood.

I quickly pulled him up from the ground so that the broken glass would not traumatize his body again.

The intense pain made him unable to open his eyes, and his whole body was soft. I put his head on his lap so I could get his wound checked.

When my hand touched the back of his head, I felt a burst of wetness, and when I retracted it, there was only a bright red, but I couldn't tell whether it was wine or blood, but the smell of blood was peculiar to blood.

"Wu Yao? Wu Yao! Are you okay! ”

Wu Yao's misty eyes made me unable to see what I looked like in his pupils, and his slightly open mouth seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

Ouyang Ze's eyes turned red when he saw it on the side, and he suddenly pulled Wu Yao up again, adding two more fists to his face.

I picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground and stabbed it into his arm, and after a howl, he let go of the hand that grabbed Wu Yao, and blood began to flow down his arm in the same way.

"Get out! If you move him again, I'll make your death ugly! ”

Ouyang Ze looked at me with an aggrieved face, wanting to say something to me but couldn't say anything. He roared angrily, slamming the unbroken bottles to the ground until the ground was covered with broken glass, and his hideous expression began to continue to cry...