Chapter 55: Love, You (3)

The singing on stage stopped, and there was the sound of guitars being thrown to the ground. Immediately afterward, a figure jumped down from the stage and rushed in the direction of me with lightning speed. When I got closer, he pulled me from the man's arms and jerked me to him.

I looked up and saw that it was Jiang Ziyu. I was overjoyed, and I grabbed his arm with both hands, pointed at the man, and said hatefully:

"Jiang Ziyu, this stinky man bullied me!"

Jiang Ziyu's face was angry, his eyes were spewing fire, he didn't say a word, he raised his hand, and he punched the man's face fiercely without saying anything.

The man stumbled, took two steps back, and howled:

"Why are you hitting me?"

The man drank too much, and he also rushed over with a fist and hit Jiang Ziyu. Although the man is not as tall as Jiang Ziyu, his body is strong, his size is not small, and he has strength, this punch, Jiang Ziyu couldn't dodge, he was hit in the face, and he was suddenly bruised and swollen, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth.

There was a restlessness all around, and they all looked over.

I saw that Jiang Ziyu was beaten and bleeding, and at that moment, I felt not panic, but anger, and an urge to die with the man.

My eyes were red and my mind was blank. I was so mad that I took a wine bottle from a nearby table and slammed it into the corner, and the bottom half of the bottle shattered and bloomed, splashing glass and wine everywhere, and the other part of the bottle was clutched tightly in my hand.

I grabbed the broken beer bottle and swung it at the man without hesitation.

The man was struck by the half-rotten beer bottle in my hand, and let out a miserable howl again, like a pig, earth-shattering, and then he reached out and covered his forehead, and the red and piercing blood ran down his fingers, down his eyes, his nose, his chin, and then on his clothes. His chest was red with blood.

Everyone fell silent, and the hall fell silent.

The air seemed to freeze.

Then the security guard came, then the bar owner came, and then the owner came. Jiang Ziyu protects me, and I also protect Jiang Ziyu, and the hands of the two are tightly clasped together, like a pair of birds clinging to each other in the cold wind.

Jiang Ziyu said:

"Who told him to bully my sister?"

I say:

"Who told him to beat Jiang Ziyu?"

Security guards took the man to a nearby hospital. It didn't hurt my eyes, and when I swung the half-rotten beer bottle over, a protruding sharp glass cut cut his forehead, and the long one, because of the place where the blood vessel was hit, there was so much blood.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor cleaned the man, put medicine on him, and wrapped it in white gauze.

As a result of this farce, the boss compensated the man for his medical expenses. The man, probably didn't want to make a big deal out of it—he probably made a big fuss, and let his wife, his relatives and friends know, that he was molesting other little girls, and his reputation was not much better, and that more was better than less, so the man was very happy and agreed to reconcile.

The corners of Jiang Ziyu's mouth were bruised by the man's beating, and half of his face was swollen. When I got home, I was frightened, and hurriedly found a potion to help Jiang Ziyu wipe the wound, and my hand slid across Jiang Ziyu's face.

I asked, "Jiang Ziyu, does it hurt?"

Jiang Ziyu said: "It doesn't hurt. ”

I said, "There was so much blood, my face was swollen, and I said it didn't hurt." ”

(To be continued)