With Yang Qiu's action of unbuttoning, the thin floral cloth shirt gradually slipped off her shoulders. The black shoulder straps rested on the weak shoulders, and the skin like snow was exposed inch by inch, faintly glowing with a faint halo.

At the vest, earthworm-like scars are attached to the white skin, which is shocking, and the red acne is just growing on the vest, which is covered by the underwear straps, which is not very real.

His eyes shifted from the small red pimple to the accumulated scar, and the cold heart was completely touched, and the painful feeling grew again and again, like the gangrene of the appendage, which could not be shaken off.

Obviously, these scars are man-made, some are cut with a knife, and some are whipped with a leather whip, and each scar is the sorrow that Yang Qiu buried deep in his heart.

I asked myself if I could heal, but could he heal people?

Inexplicably, Han Xin felt that his heart was very depressed, dragging his steps so heavy that it seemed to be filled with lead, he walked behind Yang Qiu without saying a word.

Putting aside the world, putting aside the constraints, I really want to hold the woman in front of me in my arms, care for it with my heart, and protect it with all my might, but the world cannot be discarded, and the restraint is an invisible shackle that no one can break free!

The only thing Hanxin could do was to tremble and reach out to Yang Qiu's back.

Sensing that the cold fingertips touched his back, Yang Qiu's shoulders trembled slightly, and his whole body seemed to be petrified and stiffened, and it seemed to be melted, and two strange and embarrassing strange feelings swept through his body.

"Does it hurt?" Han couldn't help but speak, and his tone was as soft as a breeze.

"It doesn't hurt for a long time...... Yang Qiu shook his head slightly, trying his best to suppress his inexplicable urge to turn around and throw himself into the cold embrace for comfort.

"Did your husband do it?" Hanxin spoke in a questioning tone, but what he expressed was affirmative.

Yang Qiu didn't answer the cold heart question again, at this moment, with her back to the cold heart, she bit her lip with her white teeth, and she chose to tell the cold heart everything with silence.

The warm index finger gently buckled the black strap on Yang Qiu's vest, and at the same time as the black underwear was released, Yang Qiu's heart seemed to be opened, and a man began to put it into her heart from this moment.

At the end, Hanxin raised his hand, took the needle with his index finger and thumb, and solemnly pierced the silver needle in his hand into the acupuncture point at Yang Qiu's vest.

True Qi poured into the acupuncture points at Yang Qiu's vest along the silver needle, and the warm and cool feeling was so comfortable that Yang Qiu wanted to scream, and with the action of Han Xin twisting the needle with his fingers, seven small white stars the size of rice grains appeared on Yang Qiu's vest, and the white skin like jade complemented each other, dazzling.

When each of the seven stars emitted a white line that seemed to be absent, and the seven stars were connected into one, the small red pimple on the vest disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, Han Xin skillfully lifted the needle and retracted it.

Although he couldn't see his back, Yang Qiu could feel that the small red pimples had disappeared, not only on the vest, but also on the thighs and buttocks, and the itchy feeling instantly withdrew from Yang Qiu's body, replaced by bursts of comfort, as if he had inhaled oxygen.

Without a word, with his back to the cold heart, Yang Qiuan quietly put his shirt back on. At this moment, her breathing was heavy and audible, and she could see her chest lying together.

And the strange thing is that Yang Qiu can't hear the sound of cold breathing, and he can't feel the existence of cold heart.

As if she was afraid of losing something, and she didn't have time to button it up, Yang Qiu hurriedly turned around, and the breeze rose, blowing open her clothes, like a dream......

If it weren't for the fact that his heartbeat was still so violent, Yang Qiu would definitely feel that he had a dream just now, the happiest and most unforgettable spring ...... Dream.

"If I had met this man earlier, I wouldn't have let go of anything, but it's a pity that I'm ...... now" Looking at the deserted bedroom, Yang Qiu's heart was depressed, and a line of clear tears slid silently across his cheeks, cold and piercing.

"Squeak ......" At this moment, the unique creak of the wooden door opening came into Yang Qiu's ears.

"He just went out?" Thinking of this possibility, Yang Qiu hurriedly reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, and trotted out of the bedroom, she decided that she must say "thank you" to Hanxin in person.

"Yo, isn't this Dr. Han? How did you sneak out of Yang Qiu's house? Are you plowing the land under the covers with that in broad daylight? Haha......"

As soon as he rushed out of the bedroom door, Yang Qiu faintly heard a sneer, and the tone of the other party's speech was yin and yang, like a big eunuch.

"Oops! It was Huang Wenbin......" Hearing the other party's voice, Yang Qiu hurriedly quickened his pace and walked out of the gate.

At this moment, Han Xin was standing at the gate, one hand on the doorknob of the wooden door, obviously just going out, and he wanted to close the door easily.

Huang Wenbin stood in the courtyard, followed by two strong men in black suits, with a high-spirited posture.

"Huang Wenbin, don't spew blood, I'll ...... with Doctor Han"

As soon as she stepped out of the threshold with one foot, Yang Qiu, who was in a hurry, was about to explain, but as soon as the words came out, she waved her hand and interrupted her next words.

"Xiaoqiu, why are you bothering so much with a mad dog?"

When he said this, Han Xin smiled at Yang Qiu, and at the same time, he deliberately moved his steps to block Yang Qiu behind him.

Seeing the small movements of the cold heart, of course Yang Qiu knew that the cold heart was protecting her, and for a while, Yang Qiu's heart was warm, and the blushing pretty face was full of sweetness.

"Chill, how dare you call me a mad dog?" Huang Wenbin was unhappy, while his face trembled, he raised his finger to the cold heart, and scolded viciously, "You have to say it again!" ”

At the same time that Huang Wenbin was rude, the two companions behind him took a tacit step forward and secretly surrounded the cold heart, and one of the strong men began to rub his hands in front of the cold heart, and his fists squeaked.

The two are obviously professional thugs, and they don't care about a weak young man like Hanxin, and they look at how arrogant and arrogant Hanxin's eyes are.

didn't even look at the two tall thugs brought by Huang Wenbin, he took out a cigarette and lit it very comfortably, and spit out a deep smoke ring, he looked at Huang Wenbin unhurriedly, and said without saltiness: "Silly fork, listen well, I said you are a crazy ......"

"Boy, shut up and see if grandpa doesn't burst your teeth!"

Before Hanxin finished speaking, the previous thug who pinched his fist to scare Hanxin had already made a move, and he walked to Hanxin's side with a single step with his bare hands, and greeted Hanxin's face with his fist.

"Ah......h

Yang Qiu, who was hiding behind Han Xin, screamed in fright, reflexively covered his eyes with his hands, and exclaimed: "Doctor Han...... Be careful......"

"Bang!"

Before Yang Qiu finished speaking, he heard a muffled sound in his ears, like a fist smashing on his face.

Yang Qiu subconsciously thought that she was beaten by the cold heart, and in a panic, she quickly removed the hand covering her eyes, and after seeing the situation in front of her, Yang Qiu was so shocked that her eyes were round, and her mouth was round.

At this moment, the fighter who was about to hit Hanxin with his fist still maintained the action of punching straight punches, but he did not hit Hanxin's face, but brushed it past Hanxin's ear, and almost hit Yang Qiu who was standing behind Hanxin by mistake.

As for Han Xin, he maintained a slight sideways movement, and his face avoided the opponent's fist, and his fist smashed firmly on the thug's mouth and nose.

When Yang Qiu opened his eyes, two yellow teeth mixed with blood and water fell to the ground from the thug's mouth, and one of the teeth even had green vegetable leaves on it, which looked disgusting.

"Ah...... Tooth...... My front teeth ......"

The thug who was knocked out two front teeth with a cold punch and blood in his mouth and nose suddenly cried loudly, crying like killing a pig, and at the same time, he swung his fist and smashed it towards the cold ear: "Boy, grandpa is going to beat you to death......

"Ignorant fellow!"

Sensing the blows of the thug's fists coming towards his ears, he bowed slightly to avoid it, and at the same time, he lifted one foot and slammed a clean knee into the thug's abdomen.

"Poof......" The abdomen was violently impacted, and while the thug spit out a mouthful of bitter bile, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the cold sweat of the bean instantly climbed onto his forehead.

"Even with your three-legged cat kung fu, you dare to come out and be a thug, I'm afraid that the faces of your ancestors for three generations will be lost to your grandmother's house!" As he spoke, Hanxin gently pushed the thrasher's shoulder.

Suddenly, the thug who was arrogant a second ago collapsed to the ground like a bulky sack, his eyes blackened, and he fainted in pain.

"Humph!"

At this moment, another lean thug snorted coldly, and then took out a knife with a length of ten or twenty centimeters from his pocket. The workmanship of this knife is not very good, but the blade is cold, and the blade is also bright, and you can tell that you have drunk a lot of blood at a glance.

"Boy, you're crazy?"

Holding the knife in his hand skillfully, the lean thug smiled coldly, raised his steps and approached the cold heart, and there was a fierce ruthlessness exuding from his body.

"Brother Xiaoma, don't make a fuss...... Huang Wenbin brought the thugs to Osmanthus Village, in order to teach a cold lesson, but looking at this posture, the thugs he brought were going to play with his life, he was so frightened that he took half a step back, and while trembling, he took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and wiped them with his sleeves, as if this could relieve the fear in his heart.

"I'm crazy, I naturally have the ability to be crazy!" Hanxin smiled faintly, and retreated back to the house without hurrying, and Yang Qiu, who was hiding behind him, naturally retreated.

"Want to run? It's late! The thug holding the knife was about to close the door when he saw the cold, and rushed up with an arrow, and the knife raised above his head also slashed down.

"Silly fork!"

Almost at the same time as the tip of the knife fell on Han Xin's forehead, Han Xin cursed secretly and closed the door hard.

"Bang dang!"

The knife slammed against the wooden door with a screeching sound.

"Dio! Lao Tzu must hack you! ”

Pulling back the knife that had been slashed into the wooden door, the thug had a fierce look on his face and kicked the closed wooden door with his flying feet, and he did not believe that the crumbling wooden door could stop him.

However, what made the thug speechless was that the wooden door was not latched at all, and his kick was too strong, and at the same time that the wooden door was kicked open, his whole person also stumbled into the house because he couldn't hold it steady, and his body fell to the ground, which made him grin in pain.

Fortunately, his hand holding the knife was very strong, and the piece of knife in his hand was not lost.

I can't help but say, the thug supports the ground with both hands, and he has to get up and chase the cold heart.

"Hey, hey!"

With a chilling laugh, the thug had just raised his head and got up, when a cutting board slammed into his front door like lightning.

"Ah...... Damn......"

When the thug saw this, his face turned green with fright, and he exclaimed, and he called his mother directly. Not only that, he hurriedly threw away the knife in his hand, and was about to hold his head with both hands.

It's a pity it's late!

The chilling heart holding the cutting board in one hand shot like lightning, and at the moment when the thug was about to hold his head, the heavy cutting board slapped on the opponent's forehead with great precision.

"Ah......h

At the same time as the thug screamed, the whole person was beaten and rolled out of the door, and in shock, he raised his hand and touched his forehead, bleeding.