Shen Huaili was stunned, looking at his strange reaction, and there was a faint surprise in his eyes.

"Did I bump into you?"

Meng Chuanxing clutched his ribs in embarrassment, his eyebrows twisted slightly.

Pale lips, one by one: "No." ”

The tremor in his voice still betrayed him.

Shen Huaili's gaze became inquiring: "Are you not feeling well?" ”

Meng Chuanxing pursed his lips tightly, trying to calm the pain gushing out of his body with deep breaths.

Shen Huaili walked in front of him at this time.

The woman's appearance is gentle like water, but her style of doing things is not as weak as the appearance.

On the contrary, there is a faint sense of strength that you will not notice if you don't look closely.

Caught off guard, he reached out and unlocked the zipper of his coat.

Meng Chuanxing's face changed slightly: "What are you doing?" ”

Hiding his neckline and retreating again and again, he looked panicked, like a little daughter-in-law who had been molested by hooligans.

Shen Huaili had already seen the answer she had speculated on him.

"You've got wounds."

The woman looked at him faintly, and explained the facts very calmly.

The school uniform that Meng Chuanxing was originally wearing was with a high collar, and the zipper was pulled to the top, covering half of his neck tightly.

At this time, Shen Huaili tore off the zipper, half of his neck was exposed, and the scars he tried to cover up with his coat were exposed to the air.

On the boy's body, from the neck to the shoulders, there were three handprints of particularly terrifying colors, purple to the point that they had turned black.

It can be imagined how ruthless the person who grabbed his throat at the beginning was and how much he wanted him to die.

Shen Huaili frowned, and his eyes faintly glanced at the summer school uniform inside his autumn school uniform.

Just the exposed place already has such serious scars.

One can imagine what kind of scarred body should be under the body covered by clothes.

"Is anyone bullying you at school?" Shen Huaili turned around and went to his desk, took out a small medicine box, and walked towards the sofa in the negotiation area while motioning for Meng Chuanxing to follow.

"Even if there is a conflict between classmates, such an injury is too much."

Shen Huaili held a can of portable spray to reduce swelling and stasis, and said with a pale face:

"I also studied in Beijiang, although I graduated a year ago, but I still have some right to speak, if someone bullies you, it's not your fault, you can tell me, I will help you get justice."

If someone bullies him, you can tell her...... She helps him get justice?

Meng Chuanxing looked at Shen Huaili with fixed eyes, his dark eyes looked at her without blinking, and suddenly he didn't move.

No one had ever said anything like that to him.

"Are you really willing to favor me?"

He was a little unconvinced, and asked softly.

"It's not bias, it's to help you get justice on the premise that you don't make mistakes."

Shen Huaili gently corrected his wording, held up the spray for a long time, and when he saw that he didn't answer, he simply approached him with the spray himself, and said lightly:

"Turn your head and move your head to the left."

Meng Chuanxing obediently did so, and the next moment, a faint fragrance that couldn't tell what the specific smell was accompanied by her approach, floated to the tip of his nose.

The cool and cool spray bloomed on the side of the neck with the aroma, and the unbearable pain seemed to have met a panacea, and it really disappeared immediately.

Even the bitterness in the potion, accompanied by the light incense, seemed insignificant.

Meng Chuanxing's whole person was surrounded by the shallow aroma, and his heart beat faster than ever.

He remembered the words Meng Yu had described when he mentioned Shen Huaili at home.

"Very beautiful and gentle woman, without any temper."

Shen Huaili, the young man silently recited these three words in his heart.

The wind blows the catkins and incense into a dream, and it is the pear blossom that comes into the arms.

Indeed, she is a beautiful, gentle person.

He came today with bad thoughts.

But the moment I saw her in person, I didn't have any bad thoughts.

No, it's not all gone, and he has new bad thoughts.

It's just that this idea is completely contrary to his original purpose.

The boy lowered his eyelashes, breathed very lightly, and carefully searched the air for the light fragrance of the woman's body.

The eyelashes, as black as a crow's feather, fluttered gently on the eyelids.

Under the thick eyelashes, in the beautiful pupils, there is a glittering paranoid light of the yin owl.

Such a good person, how can Meng Yu be worthy of that scum.

She should be his.

Shen Huaili didn't know what he was thinking, and saw that the young man lowered his head, and his well-behaved and obedient appearance looked like a stray cat she had rescued when she was a child.

I couldn't help but feel a little pity in my heart, holding a spray can in my hand, spraying evenly along the scars of the young man's purple green.

The hand is very light, careful not to cause him a second injury.

After dealing with the scars, he was just about to withdraw his hand, but the young man who had been well-behaved and lowered his eyes suddenly spoke: "There is more." ”

Shen Huaili paused slightly.

Under her gaze, Meng Chuanxing slowly took off his coat, revealing the short sleeves of his summer school uniform inside.

Shen Huaili's gaze shrank suddenly.

On the young man's bare body, from the side of his neck to his arms, large and small, uninterrupted, at least nearly ten purple to black scars were distributed!

His skin was particularly white, and the morning mist was as beautiful and clear as that, making the wound even more terrifying.

Meng Chuanxing pulled the corner of his lower lip in Shen Huaili's shocked eyes, and his eyelashes that were raised like a small brush fell slightly, and his tone was low.

"Scared you, isn't it ugly?"

Shen Huaili really couldn't imagine what kind of person he was to be cruel enough to be so tyrannical as to hurt a little boy who looked so beautiful that people couldn't help but feel pity at the sight of it.

"It's ugly indeed." She frowned at the scar on his arm and spoke slowly.

Meng Chuanxing's face showed a touch of sadness, and he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, looking like he was about to cry.

The next moment, the woman's gentle and soft, pleasant and gentle voice like a spring breeze sounded softly in the room.

"But it's not the ugly scars, it's the person who made them on your body, he must be very ugly inside."

Meng Chuan stared at Shen Huaili for a moment, and suddenly smiled.

A pair of eyes as clear as Haoyue, full of her reflection, very dark, delicate and focused.

"Thank you, sister, no one has ever said these things to me. You're right, these scars are not ugly, but the people who make these scars are ugly in their hearts. ”

Since then, a pair of eyes have fallen on Shen Huaili, and they can't take it off anymore.

There are too many injuries on the boy's body, and they are too serious, and they cannot be solved by reducing swelling and removing stasis.

When Shen Huaili lowered his head and rummaged in the medicine box, Meng Chuanxing got up and picked up the dagger that had just dropped.

Shen Huaili found the medicine she needed, and when she looked up, she saw Meng Chuanxing holding a knife in his hand, the blade of which was pointing in his own direction.

She was slightly stunned, and her movements stopped.