Looking at Han Jiangxue's beautiful face stained with blood, Zhang Ruoyu's heart turned over the river and the sea.

He saw the panic and uneasiness beneath her smile, and the blood-stained knife hastily hidden behind her.

She pretended to be sophisticated and asked Brother Zhang not to call the police.

But like a little girl who made a mistake, she stood in front of Zhang Ruoyu helplessly.

Zhang Ruoyu understands everything.

From Han Jiangxue asked him to cover his ears and close his eyes.

He guessed.

Take a deep breath.

Zhang Ruoyu stretched out his hand and took Han Jiangxue, whose delicate body trembled slightly, into his arms.

But her blood-stained hands had nowhere to put them.

The blood-stained face did not dare to raise it.

Zhang Ruoyu raised her rough hand, gently wiped the blood on her face, and said softly: "I can't divorce you just because you are a murderer, right?" ”

When Han Jiangxue heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly: "Then you... Will you be afraid of me? ”

"Sort of." Zhang Ruoyu gently wiped the blood on her face and said softly. "But I can overcome it."

Han Jiangxue raised her eyes, looked at Zhang Ruoyu with red eyes, and said aggrievedly: "You can be afraid, but don't dislike it." ”

"You know me, I am suspicious by nature, delicate and sensitive in my heart, you have to write it on your face, when I am angry, I will kill you..."

"Uh-huh." Zhang Ruoyu nodded lightly, and picked up Han Jiangxue, who was a little trembling and trembling. "Go home for dinner."

The living room is littered with corpses.

Outside the villa, on the snow, there was a river of blood.

The wind and snow were all over the sky, and Han Jiangxue, who was huddled in Zhang Ruoyu's arms, was in turmoil.

Goose feather-sized snowflakes fell on the face, cold and biting, and the chill was overwhelming.

Back to happiness.

Zhang Ruoyu led Xue Bao to take a bath and change clothes at her aunt's house, washing away the dirt all over her body.

At the dinner table, no one mentioned tonight's events.

Even Han Laomo, who was so distressed that his lips turned white, didn't care if his daughter was injured, and persuaded him to drink.

Queen Ma was silent at the dinner table, looking at her son and daughter-in-law's eyes, full of guilt.

Mrs. Han talked and laughed vigorously, left and right, exaggerated her brother's cooking skills, and praised him for being a good young man in the new century.

A table of bigwigs sets off the atmosphere of the wine table very well, and it is smooth.

After eating and drinking, Mrs. Han was sent home by Mr. and Mrs. Han.

Before leaving, he peeked at his baby granddaughter, but he didn't speak, just pushed her to a psychiatrist's WeChat.

Han Jiangxue replied with a question mark: "I'm not sick." ”

My aunt cleaned up the kitchen before leaving.

Queen Ma sat in the living room smoking a cigarette with her head bored, and before leaving, she whispered to her daughter-in-law: "Mother-in-law has troubled you." ”

"Involved?" Han Jiangxue's red lips turned up, and she said arrogantly. "Stimulus."

After that, he handed Queen Ma a notebook and a pen: "Mother-in-law, write down your enemies, and when my company is not busy, I will clean them up one by one." ”

Queen Ma gave a thumbs up: "Awesome." ”

Drop off guests.

The exhausted couple went back to their rooms to sleep.

Brother Zhang seemed to be excited, couldn't sleep, and watched small videos overnight to celebrate the New Year.

Han Jiangxue slept profusely and turned over left and right.

When it was almost dawn, she pouted her ass and sat up: "Don't! ”

Keep your eyes open and your pupils constricted.

Wet strands of hair stuck to the pretty face, and the face was pale.

"Nightmare?" Zhang Ruoyu put down his mobile phone, took out a few tissues, and wiped Han Jiangxue's sweat.

The trash can next to the bed, stuffed with white tissues.

Han Jiangxue took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, I dreamed that I was bankrupt, and we were both living on the streets, so hungry that our eyes were glazed." ”

"So horrible?" Brother Zhang pretended to be exaggerated and was very cooperative.

"Yes, can you scare me Han Dang awake?"

Han Jiangxue drank a glass of warm water, lay down again, and dragged Brother Zhang's arm to continue sleeping.

Her hands and feet were sore and weak, her brain was mushy, and her whole body was hot and cold, sweating hot and sweating, and cold and swaying.

Brother Zhang has experience, and in this case, it usually burns to 40 degrees.

Xuebao was fed antipyretics.

Brother Zhang continued to watch the small video and observe Mr. Han's reaction.

"Brother Zhang... I'm Xuebao, a good person, don't be afraid..."

Xue Bao burned a bit of nonsense, full of babbling.

"Brother Zhang, don't worry... I, Han Jiangxue, have unparalleled righteousness, if you become a demon, I will kill all the gods and Buddhas in the sky! ”

When he was talking in his sleep, Mr. Han's nails were about to dig into Brother Zhang's flesh, and the thief was energetic.

The scene in the dream must be very bloody and spectacular.

When the sky is bright.

Xuebao had a fever, and Brother Zhang, who was not taken seriously after sending the rocket, scolded and quit the live broadcast room, padded a sweat towel for Xuebao, and smoothed her somewhat messy hair.

The action was a bit big, and Xue Bao, who was already asleep, woke up a little.

His throat was dry, his whole body was weak, his breath was like a gossamer, and his limbs seemed to have been beaten by a hundred big men, and he was sour.

"Brother Zhang, what did you do to me?"

Xue Bao took the warm water handed by Brother Zhang and poured it in one go: "Why is my throat smoking, my legs weak, my back hurting, and my knees still hurting a little?" ”

Brother Zhang was just about to explain that this was a normal reaction to a fever.

Xue Bao changed his words, and his face was full of obscenity: "Shouldn't you take advantage of my forty degrees and give it a shallow try?" ”

Brother Zhang frowned, wanting to explain, but felt that he didn't know where to start.

Indeed, this is a normal reaction to complaining.

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PS: I apologize to everyone, I was delayed last night, I went out to eat with my son and teacher a little late, and when I went home to write, I was in a very bad state, and I was not very satisfied with what I wrote. Today 4 more to make up, tomorrow to continue 3. If you can't do it, live chop*.

PS: Friendly reminder, the virus has been flying outside recently, I happened a while ago, and my left throat hurts a little today, I don't know if it's the reason for going out to wave, brothers and sisters, take care of your health!