When he arrived outside Jiang's house, Wen Shu saw Jiang Yan, who had not shown up for several days.

Wen Shu was still a little afraid of this pervert, so he walked over and kept a little distance from Jiang Yan side by side.

Jiang Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the newlywed wife he hadn't seen for a few days.

A light green cheongsam outlines the perfect body curve, the hair is slightly coiled, the face is covered with light makeup, indescribably gentle, but also contains the charm of a woman, if you don't have that mouth.

Jiang Yan boasted that he could see through many people's minds, but he had an incomprehensible sense of mystery about the woman in front of him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan glanced at Wen Shu a few more times, wanting to see through something.

Wen Shu was uncomfortable at this burning gaze, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and his heart was furious.

"Mr. Jiang, are you ...... Don't worry, I won't expose our imminent divorce in front of your grandfather. ”

"You can see through it." Jiang Yan came back to his senses, and after a sentence, he stepped on his long legs and prepared to enter.

Wen Shu let out a breath and followed.

The old house of the Jiang family is a more traditional ancient courtyard, there are stone lions at the door, and the gilded plaque reads "Jiang House", and there are many luxury cars parked outside, so there should be a lot of relatives.

"Wen Shu, you return my daughter's life, I want you to bury my daughter!"

A shrill voice came, and the cold light belonging to the blade pierced Wen Shu subconsciously blocked it, and then the sky swirled and moved behind Jiang Yan.

"Jiang Yan!"

Wen Shu looked at Jiang Yan's hand holding the knife in a panic, blood had begun to overflow from it, and it fell to the ground drop by drop, the middle-aged woman didn't seem to expect someone to block it, and she didn't dare to move for a while.

Jiang Yan shook his hand unhappily, and with a "bang", a knife fell to the ground, and the middle-aged woman also fell to the ground.

Wen Shu hurriedly went over and pressed Jiang Yan's wound, "I'll bandage you first." ”

In order to create an image of a gentle lady for herself, Wen Shu brought a handkerchief, and she quickly took it out and wrapped it for Jiang Yan.

A pair of soft little hands on his own hands, looking whiter and smaller.

At this time, the guards outside the Jiang family came over and held down the middle-aged woman.

"You give my daughter's life back, you murderer, murderer!" The women simply sat on the ground and wept and cursed.

More and more people gathered around, and the discussion was very small, as if they were afraid of Jiang Yan, the cold-faced Hades.

Jiang Yan pulled his tie irritably and asked people to take people away.

"You ......"

"She won't say it."

Wen Shu raised his eyebrows, this person looked like he was running for his own life, and he was also picking on the place where there were so many people outside the Jiang family, making it clear that they would not make a move.

Remembering the dismissal call from the editor-in-chief of the newspaper a few days ago, Wen Shu snorted lightly.

She studied journalism and communication in college, and worked as a newspaper reporter after graduation.

In the past few days, someone has issued a press release in her name exposing Xiao San's original match, which led to cyberbullying, and the victim committed suicide by jumping off the building, no one will admit that it is his fault, so the spearhead is all pointed at Wen Shu, the newspaper fired her, and the people behind it also let people kill her in front of so many people.

Then don't blame her for leaving room for it.

Seeing that the snow-white handkerchief was soaked in blood, Wen Shu worriedly helped Jiang Yan and asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital first?" ”

She could have avoided it just now, but she still had to care about protecting her.

"No, you don't." Jiang Yan returned to his unsmiling appearance, and said lightly, as if it was not himself who was hurt.

It's just a small injury, he doesn't know how many injuries he has suffered from since he was a child, but he didn't expect the little girl's face to be overflowing with worry and guilt.

The strings in my heart were plucked.