The rain at night was cold and icy. Zhuang Mingyue put a shawl on her body and went downstairs. Wang Mei turned on the light downstairs.

Looking at the dark night, the man half-draged his decadent body, walking slowly step by step. Zhuang Mingyue's pupils shrank, and he rushed into the rain without thinking too much. Wang Mei quickly picked up the umbrella hanging in the entrance hall and ran out.

Zhuang Mingyue was covered with water droplets, and her two beautiful eyebrows were frowning, "What's wrong with you? You won't go home so late? Why don't you hold an umbrella when it rains? Where is Chen Feng?"

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Zhuang Mingyue's heart tightened, and her throat felt like she was being pinched.

Jiang Yushu moved his thin lips and collapsed on Zhuang Mingyue, as if he had used his last strength to hug her tightly. The water droplets on the black hair penetrated into the hair with a drop of coldness. Zhuang Mingyue's fair neck, Zhuang Mingyue's body was slightly tilted backwards. She tentatively patted Jiang Yushu's back, "Jiang Yushu?"

Wang Mei: "Emma, ​​I fainted."

Zhuang Mingyue quickly helped him to the sofa in the living room, "Wu...Aunt Wang, go and boil some hot water and get a clean set of clothes from the exhibition room."

"Oh, OK..."

Zhuang Mingyue's clothes were also half wet. She took off her shawl and saw a bright red blood on one side. Her heart skipped a beat.

Where did the blood come from?

When Zhuang Mingyue untied his suit jacket, she found that the tattoo on his neck seemed to have been washed off, and there were many scars left, and some of them were blood somehow left.

She didn't have time to think too much, afraid that something would happen to Jiang Yushu would really stretch out her hand to untie the last shirt on him. After taking it off, Zhuang Mingyue covered her mouth in shock, and her heart trembled uncontrollably. The originally calm Youhu made layers of ripples.

There is no good place in his upper body, and from his neck to his fingers, he can clearly see the burning trauma everywhere.

What did he...send?

Wang Mei was very good at moving, and took her clothes off and put them aside. When she arrived on the sofa, she was also startled, "Oh my god, what's wrong with this person? Miss... Otherwise, we'd better call an ambulance quickly."

She stepped forward and touched Jiang Yushu's forehead again, "I'm having a fever, what's wrong with this?"

It took Zhuang Mingyue a long time to get back her thoughts, "I...I'm going to call now."

"That clothes?"

"Just change it for him."

Wang Mei looked confused and embarrassed, "Isn't that good! If he wakes up and says I'll take advantage of him, Miss... You'd better change it for him! No matter what, he's still your former boyfriend, so I'll go boil water."

Wang Mei escaped, and Zhuang Mingyue had no choice but to wait a moment before talking. She turned the phone on the coffee table, and one of the 120 could not be connected. She looked at it again, but there was no cell phone signal on the coffee table. It seemed that it was because of a rainy day.

Zhuang Mingyue was also in trouble for a moment, and finally thought about it and sent him to the room upstairs. The two of them were very rude and finally moved him to the bed. He didn't wake up even after such a big noise.

"Aunt Wang has been ready for hot water, so he is bringing some antipyretics."

"Okay."

After Wang Mei left, they were all left in the room, and Zhuang Mingyue had turned up the heating.

Jiang Yushu was traumatized halfway and didn't put his clothes on. He had to apply medicine first to take care of a sick person. Zhuang Mingyue was very comfortable.

Whether she was drunk or sick in the hospital in her previous life, she took care of her. Except for those close to her, she would not let people get close at will. Gradually, she developed a habit. In order to avoid other emergencies, she even read a lot of nursing books.

Zhuang Mingyue carefully wiped the water-dipped area of ​​his tattoo with a tissue, and put some medicine on him to avoid infection...

She held that hand, there was blood on the scar, and she was very light. Wasn't he okay for dinner last night?

Why did you do such a thing? Zhuang Mingyue closed her eyes and didn't have too many expressions on her delicate and beautiful face. She was just quietly dealing with his wounds.

Jiang Yushu put down his sacrificial pie, just like Bai Yushu's death in his previous life, he never gave up his sacrificial feast.

He thought that Jiang Yushu would go back to the past with Mu Nanzhu again, so why would he come back to find her in the middle of the night?

He is also like a banquet, and he never makes people think through it.

She is now eighteen or nineteen years old, but her mind has been alone for two lifetimes.

In the early morning.

In the study room with no lights on, the ice-filled eyes of the Hang Banquet looked at the scene in the surveillance video. At this moment, the man was like a dark poisonous snake in the dark.

The breath made the entire study extremely cold.

He grabbed the cup beside him and smashed it hard towards the door. The coffee slowly flowed down the gray wallpaper, and the ground was filled with fragments of the cup.

Just like a storm outside, raindrops slapped the glass, and a flash of lightning broke through the night sky, reflecting the man's deep face, with a cold face as frost, extremely terrifying and extremely cold.

Bai Yushu heard the movement and opened the study room, "Brother Zhan!"

Bai Yushu saw the screen light shining on the man's face and was frightened, "Brother Zhan, what's wrong with you? I heard..."

"Go out!" Zhan Yan roared in a low voice.

Bai Yushu took the lead worriedly, "I'm just worried about you."

"Don't understand what I said? I'll say it again. You are not allowed to get close to the study without my permission."

Bai Yushu's fingers clenched into fists, and his fingertips turned white, "I...I understand."

Tears of grievance burst out from her eyes. She turned around and walked out, closing the door of the study hard, as if venting her emotions.

At this moment, the cell phone placed on the desk vibrated.

Seeing the string of numbers, Zhan Yan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His body was slender and upright. He followed the phone with one hand and put his other hand in his pocket. He quietly waited for the other person to speak.

Unexpectedly, when he made a sound, he would roar with a hysterical roar, no different from a madman, "Jiang Yushu is back, he must have gone to find her."

"You think of a way, you think of a way..."

"Jiang Yushu, it's mine, he's mine!"

Zhanyan took out a cigarette and lit it in the darkness, and curling smoke drifted in the air. "I need to pay a price to do things, or exchange it equally. What can you give me?" The man's voice was without a trace of emotion.

He seemed to have expected that this person would call her.

"You offer a price, I will give you the best price!"

The man exhaled a thick smog, "I'm not interested in money."

"What do you want?"

"What I want is very simple, it depends on whether you want it or not."

"Okay, as long as you help me, I'm willing to give you anything."
Chapter completed!