Fu Jie didn't move: "If Miss Wen Xuan has that ability, just come." ”

She said angrily, "You ......"

Song Yixi was finally taken by Fu Jie to a place with few people.

"Miss Song, you can rest here first."

Song Yixi hesitated for a moment and asked, "Fu Jie...... Was it really good to the family of Timeland just now? ”

Although she was not very comfortable with the girl's enthusiasm.

Fu Jie's expression remained unchanged, and he only said: "Miss Song, there is no young master's family here, and they don't have the family that is qualified to be a young master, you don't need to scruples." ”

Song Yixi was slightly stunned: "Aren't they related?" ”

"Blood ties do exist, but that's about it."

Seeing that she was puzzled, Fu Jie said in a low voice: "When the young master was down, none of them regarded the young master as a relative. ”

After only saying this, Fu Jie didn't explain too much.

Song Yixi was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the girl just now.

She looked indifferent, glanced at her coldly, and lost the enthusiastic appearance she had just had.

Looking at this lively hall, Song Yixi suddenly felt a chill, she couldn't help but hug her arms, just wanting Wen Shiyu to come down quickly.

Only five minutes later, there was a sudden loud noise from upstairs.

Then Wen Shiyu went downstairs with a blank face, saw her, and walked straight towards her.

Song Yixi's eyes fell on his hand that was constantly oozing blood, his face turned pale, and he said hurriedly: "You are injured!" ”

Wen Shiyu didn't care, and grabbed her with his other clean hand: "Let's go." ”

"Stop!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out from upstairs.

The gray-haired old man was holding a cane, and his face was full of anger: "You want to break the marriage contract with the Luo family, but there is no door!" ”

Wen Shiyu held Song Yixi's hand, didn't turn his head, and said lightly: "I'm not here to ask for your opinion, I'm just here to inform you that if you don't dissolve the marriage contract, then I'll go in person." ”

After speaking, he didn't look at the old man's face, and went out directly with Song Yixi.

His pace was very fast, Song Yixi couldn't keep up with him, looking at his tense face, he knew that he was in a bad mood.

Sitting in the car, Wen Shiyu said coldly: "Go back." ”

Song Yixi hurriedly said: "No, go to the hospital!" ”

His hand was injured.

Wen Shiyu glanced at her and frowned: "It's just a small injury." ”

Song Yixi shook his head stubbornly, his eyes staring at his arm: "You took off your coat." ”

There was nothing she could do about her, Wen Shiyu looked at her for a while, and then took off his coat.

The sleeves of the blood-stained shirt rolled up, revealing the flesh-and-blood wounds inside.

Looking at this hideous and terrible wound, Song Yixi's face changed suddenly, "It's all like this, and you still say that there are small injuries?" ”

"It was supposed to be a minor injury." He said lightly.

"Miss Song, there is a medicine box next to it." Fu Jie reminded.

Song Yixi hurriedly took it out, she looked at his indifferent appearance, distressed and angry: "This is your grandfather?" How can he stab you? ”

Wen Shiyu's face was indifferent, and there were not many emotional fluctuations: "I'm used to it." ”

"If he treats you like this, won't you run?" Song Yixi looked at his wounds, and his eyes were red: "You are standing there stupidly?" ”

Run......

Wen Shiyu was stunned, and couldn't help but laugh when he came back to his senses.

He watched her reaction and found it amused.

Song Yixi didn't notice his gaze, and while holding a cotton swab, he was still muttering there with a crying voice: "Whose grandfather hurts his grandson so much, how can there be such a bad dead old man......"