However, her anxiety was quickly terminated, because the taxi had stopped, and as soon as she got out of the car, she was hugged by a pair of arms, and Huang Xiaojue's voice was urgent: "Fine, are you okay?" ”

She was suddenly relieved, and she didn't care about the eyes of the people around her, so she just hugged his waist tightly.

Huang Xiaojue looked at the layers of bandaged gauze in disbelief, his eyes were blood-red: "Fine, did he beat you?" Is he beating you like this? ”

She gently took his hand: "Let's go back first." ”

Stepping into his room with both feet, the moment the door closed, Yan Xian really felt like "the rest of his life". She only looked carefully at this time, but saw that Huang Xiaojue was very haggard, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was also very ugly, obviously she had been in a state of high worry and anxiety for the past few days, and she had not rested well.

He looked at her, from head to toe and foot to head, and was relieved to make sure that only the brain was injured, and it was a slight abrasion.

She grabbed his hand tightly: "Xiao Jue, I'm sorry ......"

There was finally a smile in his eyes, "Fool, I didn't protect you well." ”

He hugged him tightly, even his voice was hoarse.

At that moment, it was false to say that he was not moved, Yan was buried in his arms, and when he raised his head to stare at him, there was a special feeling in his eyes for the first time: a sense of security! Yes, it's a sense of security. What she lacked most in her life was a sense of security. Just like the night when Wang Donglin took him to the "Wife Swap Club" and fled overnight -- at that time, looking at the world, he was like a bird in distress, with no branches to perch on.

But now it's different, now there's a little sleep.

She didn't even dare to speculate: If it weren't for Xiaojue paying a huge price, and even Liu Daqing was alarmed, would Wang Donglin let himself go smoothly?

Deep down in her heart, she has always been afraid of Wang Donglin - she doesn't know why.

Just as she had always believed that Huang Xiaojue would not harm herself, there was no reason for it.

The mood is relaxed, and the person is also cheerful, she bathed and changed clothes, changed into a clean home clothes, and when the gauze was removed layer by layer, the scar on her head was still shocking.

Huang Xiaojue took the red potion to apply it to her, and as soon as she applied it to the scar, her lips opened and she whispered, "It hurts." ”

Huang Xiaojue was distressed and angry, but he slowed down his movements even more, and comforted her softly: "It'll be fine in a while." ”

"Xiao Jue, do you think there will be a scar? That's ugly. ”

"No, it won't. Besides, if you have a scar, you can go to the hospital to get rid of it. ”

After changing the potion gauze again, and being in a warm and familiar room, she leaned back on the chaise longue very comfortably, and only after relaxing did she feel hungry and thirsty.

"Fine, you rest for a while, I'll get you something to eat."

She was surprised: "Xiao Jue, do you know how to cook?" ”

"I'll do something simple."

It's really simple enough, boiled instant noodles with eggs and ham in them, and two large cups of steaming coffee. She was happy when she saw it, and said happily: "It looks so delicious." ”

"Eat a little more and get some rest."

She was unceremonious, picked up the noodles and started eating, these days she was scared, she didn't eat very seriously, hunger is the most haode condiment, and she suddenly felt that cooking instant noodles is really a rare delicacy.

I wasn't satisfied until I drank all the hot coffee. Just as she was about to clean up the debris, Huang Xiaojue stopped her and said softly, "I'll come." ”