Mrs. Li was shocked, looked at Tang Xien, and then looked at Fu Shiyu: "What did you say?" You're going to marry her? ”

Fu Shiyu nodded, "Yes." ”

He tried to take a step forward and stretched out his hand to Mrs. Li, "Come, give me the knife, everyone will be relatives in the future, don't do this." ”

"How is this possible?" Mrs. Li, who suddenly came back to her senses, asked loudly, "How could the Fu family let you marry such a woman?" You're lying to me, aren't you? ”

Fu Shiyu's move not only failed to save Tang Xien, but angered Mrs. Li, she felt that Tang Xien must be Li Tao's junior, so Fu Shiyu would lend the house to Tang Xien to live in, and even did not hesitate to tell this kind of lie in order to save Tang Xien.

She pressed the knife harder, and Tang Xien cried out in pain, his expression painful.

Fu Shiyu gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone, found the "marriage certificate" between him and Tang Xien in the album, and held it up in front of Mrs. Li, "Take a good look at it!" ”

Mrs. Li, who saw the content and photos clearly, changed her expression from a moment of pain to joy, but she seemed to be a little incredulous, and muttered to herself: "Are you going to hide your marriage?" Does Tao Li know? Does Tao Li know that you are married? ”

"He knows that he is the matchmaker for us." Fu Shiyu's tone was steady, and Rao was also very worried and angry at this time, but he still kept in mind that provoking the crazy woman in front of him would only be detrimental to Tang Xien.

"Come, give me the knife, we are all relatives, we will meet in the future, don't be like this......"

Seeing Mrs. Li put down the knife, he took the opportunity to step forward and take the knife from her hand, fold it and put it in his pocket, and then carried Tang Xien, who was bleeding from his cheeks and neck, to the sofa and lay down.

"Auntie! Bring the medicine kit! Fu Shiyu really revealed his emotions at this time, and yelled anxiously and angrily.

Aunt Wang came out of the kitchen tremblingly and ran to the storage room to find the medicine box.

Fu Shiyu squatted beside the sofa and carefully examined Tang Xien's wounds.

The cut on the neck is not deep, only hurting the surface of the skin, but the cut on the cheek is a little deep, which may have injured the dermis, which is why it bleeds so much.

"No, if you only disinfect and bandage, it will leave a scar." Fu Shiyu shook his head, and his cheeks were obvious because of his gritted teeth.

Tang Xien was in a half-awake state, and in a daze, she saw Fu Shiyu sweating profusely, and her eyes were red.

Later, she didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, the person was lying in the hospital. She touched her cheek for the first time, and felt the gauze on it.

The man stood in front of the window on the phone, tall, straight, and wearing a navy blue suit.

Tang Xien struggled to get up, and the man heard the sound, hung up the phone and turned around.

Seeing his face clearly, Tang Xien suddenly felt relieved.

Fu Shiyu came over to help her raise the bed, and asked softly, "How do you feel?" ”

"Dizzy," said Don Sheehan, "can you help me find a mirror?" ”

Fu Shiyu took out a small round mirror from his pocket and handed it to her.

Tang Xien went to see his face for the first time, but he could only see that the wound was covered with gauze, and he couldn't see anything, so he was even more bottomless in his heart, looking up at his plain white face, and asked pitifully: "Is the wound big?" Will there be scars? ”

"It's not big," Fu Shiyu used his thumb and index finger to draw a length of about 1 centimeter, "The doctor promises that there will be no scars at all." ”

"That's good," Tang Xien breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his eyes to look at the cute little mirror in his hand, "You saved me again." ”