When he arrived, there were seven or eight muscular men in the room lying on the ground. Some had their heads covered with donated blood, and some were curled up and holding their stomachs.
Although no one died and no one would die, it was obvious that they were all in extreme pain.
Wen Jiujiu was holding a steel rod in her hand. The wound on her forehead had not healed yet, and a bloodstain on her face made her beautiful face look like it had been cut.
Her face was still calm, with no special expression, she just looked at Wen Ya who fell in front of her indifferently.
Wen Ya's leg was injured, and she moved back shivering.
Song Yuelan was shaking like chaff and rushed forward to protect Wen Ya, "Wen Jiujiu, are you going to kill your mother? Yaya, what have you done wrong? You want to treat her like this? Why are you so heartless? I gave birth to you,
Your life is still given by me!"
"Mom, is she going to kill me? My sister is so scary!"
Wen Ya threw herself into Song Yuelan's arms with tears streaming down her face. When she threw herself at her, a slight smile appeared on her lips.
"You devil, you are a devil!"
Song Yuelan roared angrily, "If you dare to touch Yaya, I will fight with you!"
Wen Jiujiu stared at Song Yuelan who was throwing bricks at her. She didn't move at all.
The brick hit her head unexpectedly, and one hand grabbed Song Yuelan's arm.
A Ming looked at Song Yuelan with cold eyes, "It is said that tiger poison cannot eat its seeds. Do you want to kill even your own daughter?"
Only then did Song Yuelan and Wen Ya see Huo Huangyan behind them. Under the moonlight, his face was gloomy and cruel.
"Mr. Huo - why are you here?"
Wen Ya's heart skipped a beat, "You misunderstood, it wasn't my mother who wanted to do something, it was us who asked my sister for help. Not only was my sister unwilling, she even broke my legs. Mr. Huo, can you help us?"
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"Why should I help you? Am I familiar with you?"
Huo Huangyan glanced at Wen Ya.
He controlled the wheelchair and moved forward a little. At this moment, the iron rod in Wen Jiujiu's hand fell to the ground, and she looked back.
He didn't even see the person in front of him clearly. He suddenly felt weak and fell backward.
Huo Huangyan stood up almost suddenly and hugged Wen Jiujiu into his arms.
Wen Jiujiu felt dizzy for a while. He felt someone caught him and said in a low voice, "You can't stand——"
Song Yuelan and Wen Ya were both surprised, and A Ming was even more surprised.
Huo Huangyan actually stood up. A man who had been disabled for so many years actually stood up. No one felt anything when he was sitting. But when he stood up, he was 1.89 meters tall, tall and dignified, with a huge body all over his body.
pressure.
"Madam seems to be here!"
He Tian's voice suddenly came from outside.
Fu Sichen came in from outside with a group of people.
Wen Jiujiu was about to fall into chaos. With her remaining consciousness, she grabbed Huo Huangyan's arm and said, "No, let him take me away -"
Huo Huangyan lowered his head and glanced at Wen Jiujiu, who had fallen into coma.
His eyes flashed secretly, he looked at A Ming and said, "Let's go, someone will take care of them."
"Mr. Huo——" Wen Ya looked at Huo Huangyan.
Huo Mingyan turned around and walked away with Wen Jiujiu in his arms. He only turned back and gave Wen Ya a cold and terrifying look.
Wen Ya suddenly shuddered.
What is the relationship between Wen Jiujiu and Huo Mingyan? Why does this cripple help Wen Jiujiu?
"Huo Mingyan, give her back to me."
Fu Sichen met Huo Mingyan and looked at the standing Huo Mingyan with cold eyes. His eyes even fell on Wen Jiujiu's pale face.
"Why?" Huo Mingyan sneered, "Where were you when Jiujiu needed help? I saved her, why should I give it to you?"