The screams of those men suddenly sounded around them, and they were particularly permeating in this night.

Time passed minute by minute, blood seeped out of their mouths, and these people's wine completely woke up, looking at Wen Shiyu as if they were crazy, and kept begging for mercy.

But instead of receiving any mercy from him, their pleas for mercy provoked him to a violent rage, and he grabbed a man's head and threw him to the ground again and again.

Song Yixi looked at Wen Shiyu with scarlet eyes in a daze, and the blood in his body seemed to have coagulated.

After Fu Jie and the others arrived, what they saw was full of blood, they stopped their steps, looked at Wen Shiyu who was slowly standing up, and said uneasily: "Young master......"

Wen Shiyu's voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze: "Dispose of these people." ”

"Yes."

He turned his eyes to look at Song Yixi, seeing her stunned expression, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he didn't say anything, walked over, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you still go?" ”

Song Yixi looked at his expression at the moment and hummed softly.

Before leaving the alley, Song Yixi remembered the lost painting, hurriedly picked it up, hugged it in his arms, and chased after the man who was depressed and lonely.

The date came to an abrupt end because of these drunks in the middle of the meeting, and the group got into the car.

In the car, Wen Shiyu wiped the blood on his hands one by one, he didn't look at Song Yixi, he just lowered his head and blindly wiped the blood.

Song Yixi took out a wet tissue, grabbed his hand, met his dark and deep eyes, and hurriedly whispered, "I'll help you." ”

Wen Shiyu didn't move, he stared at her deeply, his gaze moving to the wound on her forehead, the line of his jaw taut and tightening.

Some things are becoming more and more uncontrollable.

He looked away and said nothing.

After Song Yixi wiped him clean, he took his hand back and turned his head to look out the window.

Soon, the car arrived at the doorstep.

Wen Shiyu instructed the family doctor to come over and examine the wound on Song Yixi's forehead.

The injury was not serious, and soon the doctor was gone.

At this time, the maids all went to rest, and the huge house seemed to be the only two of them.

Wen Shiyu whispered, "I'll go upstairs first." ”

Song Yixi looked at his back and took the painting in his hand.

She smoothed out the folds, stuck them where they were torn, and laid them neatly on the table.

Pursing her lips, she lifted her skirt and went upstairs as well.

Wen Shiyu's door was unlocked, and she opened it with a light push.

The quilt bulged out on the bed, and Wen Shiyu covered himself in the quilt, and his head was not exposed.

“……”

Song Yixi quietly walked to the side of the bed, squatted down, and said softly: "Time ......"

He heard it clearly, but he didn't move.

Her black and white eyes looked at the bulging bag, reached out, and gently tugged at it.

Wen Shiyu immediately grabbed the quilt and didn't let her pull it away.

Song Yixi leaned over, found where his head was, and spoke softly, his voice was soft and soft: "Don't you want to see me?" ”

He still didn't speak.

"Can you talk to me?"

He didn't move.

Song Yixi held his head and looked at him for a while, stretched out his slender arm, and slowly got into the quilt.

As soon as her hand touched his face, he grabbed her wrist.

After a few seconds, his fingers slid down, gently squeezing her hand in the palm of his hand.

His palms were dry, and although the temperature was slightly cool, it made her feel comfortable.

As soon as Song Yixi opened his hand, he immediately shook her fingers.