I was frightened, and rushed over, hurriedly pulling out a tissue and trembling to wipe it for him.

Xue Duyun held my hand indifferently and whispered to me comfortingly, "It's okay." ”

How can you still call it okay like this?

"Uncle, you ......"

Xu Yafei also stood up, and also looked at Xue Borong with a blank expression.

Xue Borong didn't seem to be angry, his eyes searched everywhere, and it seemed that he was continuing to look for weapons.

"Do you have anything to say?"

I mustered up the courage to persuade Xue Borong, who was angry, but my words had a little weight in front of him.

He had already seen the arm strength stick that Xue Duyun usually used to practice his hand strength next to the TV cabinet, grabbed it without saying a word, rushed over and hit Xue Duyun.

How can a father beat his son like this? What was the hell of a mistake he made that he wanted to kill him?

Twenty-nine-year-old Xue Duyun is strong and strong, and in terms of skill, the already old Xue Borong is certainly not his opponent, but Xue Duyun is expressionless, does not move, does not even have the intention of hiding, and is ready to be beaten hard.

I didn't think much of it at the time, so I pounced on him.

Xue Borong's stick hit me right on the shoulder.

Although I wore thick clothes in winter, the arm was so heavy that I felt like I had lost sensation in half of my shoulder.

I gritted my teeth so that I didn't cry out in pain, I don't think it hurts anymore and Xue Duyun's bleeding forehead hurts at this moment.

"Shen Yu." Xue Duyun hugged me and shouted at me, and the blood dripped down my face.

I could tell his nervousness in his voice.

However, Xue Borong was not relieved, and was about to continue to fight, but the arm force stick in his hand was held in time by Xu Yafei, who rushed up.

"Uncle, calm down."

Xue Borong pulled twice, but Xu Yafei held it very tightly, and he finally let go, his anger did not disappear at all, he gasped for breath, and pointed at Xue Duyun with a trembling hand.

"Rebel, you, you take back that piece of land for me."

Where? Xu Yafei and I glanced at each other and didn't understand what I meant.

Of course, Xue Duyun understood, he let blood drip from his forehead, and his calm and indifferent expression made him look too bloody and terrifying at this moment.

"How can you take back the land that has been taken out?" He spoke calmly.

Perhaps it was his stubborn attitude of not admitting defeat that really angered Xue Borong.

Xue Borong didn't want weapons, so he wanted to come over and beat people with his bare hands, but Xu Yafei hugged him from behind.

"Uncle, you can't solve the problem by doing it."

Xue Borong raised his foot and kicked it here, although he didn't kick Xue Duyun, but the cup on the coffee table was kicked over by him to the ground.

There were also two goldfish struggling on the coffee table.

I clutched my aching shoulders and looked at Xue Borong who was crazy, feeling that the scene had reached the point of being out of control at this moment.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly rolled his eyes and fell on Xu Yafei, panting heavily.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Yafei hurriedly put him flat on the ground and pinched his human acupoint.

I was completely overwhelmed with fright, and it took a few seconds before I sluggishly rushed forward.

I have completely forgotten the stick that Xue Borong hit me before, I only know that he can't be fine.

Although their father and son have always had a bad relationship, and tonight is even more completely ossified, but Xue Duyun is a principled person, he has family affection in his heart, even if he doesn't like his father, but he still has his father in his heart. That's why he couldn't fight back tonight.

If Xue Borong was really angry, he would be uneasy for the rest of his life.

"Call an ambulance." Xu Yafei said.

I groaned and quickly took out my phone to make a call, and within five minutes, the ambulance came.

We got into the ambulance, and Xu Yafei also drove to the hospital.

Xue Duyun's blood frightened the doctors and wanted to bandage him immediately, but he still decided to wait for Xue Borong to finish the examination first.

In fact, when Xue Borong arrived at the hospital, the person had already eased a lot, the doctor asked about the situation, and after examining him, he said that he was angry and caused his blood pressure to rise suddenly, and there was no major problem.

The doctor glanced at Xue Duyun meaningfully, "Young man, don't be too impulsive in everything, and sometimes you have to be patient." ”

Xue Duyun did not speak.

I know he's endured enough tonight.

I dragged Xue Duyun to the surgery to bandage, and when the doctor cleaned up his bloodstains, I saw a cut on his forehead.

When the nurse gave the medicine, she told him to endure it a little, I think it would hurt.

But Xue Duyun didn't frown the whole time, just looked indifferent.

It's not the first time he's been injured in the head, at least twice since I've known him, this time by my own father, and even I feel wronged for him.

I know that his pain is not in his head, but in his heart.

After bandaging, we came out and walked towards Xue Borong's hospital room, when Xue Duyun suddenly took my hand and stopped.

I looked back at him in amazement.

"Shen Yu, does it hurt?" He asked, looking at me.

I can't describe how I felt at the time, I felt sad and warm, and my eyes were very hot.

I deliberately waved my arm exaggeratedly and shook my head very affirmatively, "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt." ”

In the ward, Xue Borong was awake lying on the bed at this moment, and he did not seem to be in serious trouble.

There was an extra Wen Biru in the ward at this time, and when she saw us entering, she didn't have a good face at all.

"Duyun, I didn't say you, you have always been a safe person, why didn't you think it through this time? Look what you've made your dad mad at. ”

In fact, I still don't know what made Xue Borong angry like this.

Xue Duyun was expressionless, his eyes didn't know where he was looking, and said calmly, "I'm not a good son, presumably you are a good wife, you will definitely take good care of him, I don't need me here." Shen Yu, let's go. ”

After saying that, he took my hand and walked out of the room.

"You're a rebel."

Behind me came Xue Borong's excited scolding, and then I heard Wen Biru's gentle persuasion.

"Okay, you can dissipate your anger, you are not young anymore, you have to think about your body. No matter how angry you are, can the matter be reversed? ”

Xue Duyun pulled me to walk quickly, and I soon couldn't hear Wen Biru's voice.

Xu Yafei drove us back before leaving.

I came out of the bathroom and washed up, and Xue Duyun was half-lying on the bed.

There was no light in the bedroom, only the cigarette in his hand flashed on and off.

When I got closer, I saw him with his head up, his hands on the edge of the bed, the cigarette in his hand not being smoked, just letting it burn.

In the darkness, his eyes were open, and his eyes were a little frighteningly empty, like a shell that had lost his soul, and he was not angry at all.

At this moment, he looked very pitiful, like a wounded little beast, silently examining his wounds alone in the dark night.

I looked at the pain in my heart, and lowered my head to look at him closer.

"Are you okay?" When I said that, my throat tightened.

His eyes finally moved, and he turned slowly to me, staring at me for a few moments before he finally spoke.

"Shen Yu, I'm cold, give me a little warmth." His voice was soft, soft, and sounded like a begging.

At this moment, my heart almost exploded.

Without saying a word, I took off my clothes, lifted the quilt, and got in, and snuggled up to him.

He snuffed out his cigarette and put his arms around me, very tightly.

In my ears, I felt that every breath he took seemed to be slow and forceful, because it sounded very heavy. It's like a low background music that tells a heart-wrenching story.

"Headache." Suddenly I heard him say.

I was a little overwhelmed, and after thinking about it, I climbed up a little and blew very lightly on his forehead.

Every movement of mine is very gentle, and I especially hope that this gentleness can be felt by him and can blow away the grievances in his heart little by little.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked.

He took my hand, pulled me down a little, and looked at me weakly with the corners of his lips curled.

"Much better."

I was rejoicing when I heard him say, "But it's still cold." ”

I bit my lip and struggled inwardly for a moment, staring at him with hot cheeks and whispering, "Then do the exercise." ”

Seeing his eyes move slightly, I climbed up to him jerkyly, lowered my head and took the initiative to close my lips to his lips.

He didn't respond to me, which made me a little uneasy when I took the initiative for the first time.

But it's already started, and I'm going to have to keep going.

I followed the example of him before, and did not finish his lips, and did not finish his earlobes.

The first time I took the initiative to pick his pants, he reacted.

When I was about to climb up, he held my shoulder.

I haven't done it, but I'm not a little girl after all, I know.

I don't, I always feel like I can't let go, but I try.

He put his hands in my hair and rubbed them against my scalp in a random manner. The breathing in my ears also became rapid.

I could feel that he was excited.

It's also good to be able to cover his pain at the moment with other feelings, so that he doesn't feel sad for a while.

He lifted me up suddenly, rolled over and pressed me, and the red-hot eyes that met my eyes were full of hope.

He quickly turned against the guest, and everything else was controlled by him, and the rhythm and strength were all controlled by him.

The gauze-wrapped head made him look too bloody and masculine at this moment, he was like a general who had been wounded on the battlefield and had to move forward, and I had no ability to resist him at all, and was willing to sink under him.

When it was all over, I felt sweaty and asked him with my chest on my chest.

"Is it warm?"

A kiss was imprinted on my forehead, and he hugged me tightly, and the sexual-magnetic voice only said one word.

"Warm."

The next morning, I opened the door to the villa and saw a pile of beer cans and a man lying in our doorway.

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