An Jingchen's back hurt a little when he hit the wall, and his chin was pinched by him, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Fang Yihe's white shirt had a faint red on his chest, and An Jingchen had some pleasure of revenge in his eyes

"An An, you can't."

Fang Yihe said softly as if he was aggrieved, approached her and kissed her gently, An Jingchen felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and reached out to press on his wound hard.

Fang Yihe snorted in pain, but never left, An Jingchen tilted her head, and Fang Yihe's kiss fell on her neck, black and green.

Fang Yi kissed her delicately, and the kiss that fell on her neck was cherished and cherished.

In the end, Fang Yihe's wound jumped open and fainted, An Jingchen pushed him away, and looked at Fang Yihe lying on the ground with cold eyes, she suddenly felt a sense of grievance.

With his blood on her hands, An Jingchen only felt bright red and dazzling.

I managed to keep my composure and went out, but was stopped at the door.

Seeing the blood on her hands, the bodyguards immediately ran in to see Fang Yihe.

"I'm sorry, Miss An, you can't leave."

The bodyguard stood in front of An Jingchen with a straight face.

"Get out of the way."

"The young master said, you can't leave."

Saying that, he glanced at his companions, and An Jingchen, who was forced by the two, took a step back.

The bodyguards who went to see Fang Yihe carried him out and hurriedly sent him to the hospital, An Jingchen sat on the sofa in the living room, with two bodyguards behind her, An Jingchen wanted to make a call, but found that the phone line had already been unplugged, and she didn't bring her mobile phone at all because she just went downstairs to throw away the garbage at the beginning.

"Ahh

An Jingchen threw away the landline phone irritably, looking at the two bodyguards, her eyes were scarlet.

"Get out, get out of here, get out."

She grabbed the pillow and threw it at the two of them, then turned around and smashed the vase, the painting on the wall, and threw everything she could throw in the living room.

Then he fell to the ground like a sleepy beast with a roaring cry.

Fang Yihe came back in the evening, his face was pale, his thin white shirt looked a little wide, and it also made people more and more weak, and there was a large blood stain on his shirt, he hurriedly walked into the door and looked directly at An Jingchen who was sitting in the corner holding the fragments of the vase, and he didn't pay attention to the mess in the house.

"An'an, be good, let go."

Fang Yihe walked in An Jingchen and squatted down, watching her hand being cut by the shards, his heart tightened, but An Jingchen heard his voice but clenched the shards violently, instantly. Blood drips from the palm of the hand.

"An'an, let go."

Fang Yihe grabbed her hand and broke her fingers hard, An Jingchen didn't say anything. It's just that the big ones are in tears, and the clenching of their hands is getting tighter and tighter.

"Let go, I'll let you go."

Fang Yihe pressed the back of her head to force her to look up at herself and then roared loudly, her originally pale face turned red with anger, and her eyes exuded a violent scarlet.

In the end, An Jingchen's strength couldn't match Fang Yihe, and when he spread out his palm, the fragments were covered with blood, and the flesh and blood in his palm were blurred.

"Call the doctor, they're all dead?"

Fang Yihe turned around and yelled at the door, picking up An Jingchen and going upstairs.

An Jingchen hooked the corners of her mouth as if mocking.

"If you don't take me to the hospital, it looks like you want me to wait in this room to die."

Fang Yihe pursed his lips and said nothing, kicked open the door, carefully put An Jingchen on the bed, and turned to go downstairs to get the medicine box.

The wound was bleeding again, and he propped himself up on the couch to relieve his dizziness.