Leng Yiran woke up instantly, rushed over and took the knife from Yan Min's hand, "Mom! What are you going to do? Calm down!!"
"I'm going to kill that little bitch! I'm going to kill her!" Yan Min shouted uncontrollably, stretching out his hands, desperately trying to rush forward, staring at Zhi Xing with his blood-red eyes.
When Mu Xuan saw it, he quickly ran out with Zhi Xing.
In the hospital, Zhixing's wound required six stitches. Knowing that her fair and tender arms would leave scars, Mu Xuan almost wanted to hit a wall.
"My cousin will never let me go!"
After taking care of the wound, Zhixing stood up and said, "Xiao Xuanzi, let's go back."
Hearing her words, Mu Xuan was stunned, "Go back? Yan Min is going crazy to kill you, how dare you go back?"
"What are you afraid of? You are here!" She put on her clothes with one arm, looking a little clumsy.
Mu Xuanzhi shook his head, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he showed an evil smile, "Why don't we go to the hotel and book a room!"
"OK, ask your cousin. If he agrees, I'll have no problem."
Mu Xuan curled his lips and said, "Tsk, you know how to use your cousin to suppress me!"
"Stop growing mushrooms and go out and call a taxi."
The two returned to Tao's house from the hospital. The living room had been cleaned again, and even the blood stains on the floor had been cleaned up. Leng Yiran was sitting on the sofa, constantly comforting his mother, "Mom, it's okay.
No one will hurt you."
Yan Min's expression was a little weird, the corners of his mouth were twitching irregularly, and his eyes were even more gloomy and terrifying. When he saw Zhi Xing and Mu Xuan walking in, he was so frightened that he shouted, "That's her! She wants to kill me! Son, she wants to kill you."
Mom! Help—help—drive this woman away, drive her away!!”
"Mom!" Leng Yiran hugged Yan Min, who suddenly went crazy, and pressed her on the sofa. He turned around and yelled at Zhi Xing, "Why are you standing there? Go upstairs quickly!"
"You—" Mu Xuan was so angry that he wanted to step forward, but Zhi Xing held him back, his face expressionless, "Let's go up."
When passing by them, Aunt Chen's body was long gone on the ground.
Sitting on Zhi Xing's bed, listening to the howling coming from downstairs, Mu Xuan's handsome face wrinkled up, and he looked up at the person standing in front of the window. A few wisps of smoke slipped out of her lips.
"Zhi Xing, come with me." He said seriously.
Zhixing glanced back at him, "Where are you going?"
"Come back to America with me!"
She chuckled, flicked the ash, and put the cigarette between her lips, "I'm not going anywhere!"
"Oh, what's the point of staying here? There are two people. One hates you to the core and wants to kill you, and the other doesn't believe you from head to toe. Why do you want to seek abuse?"
Zhi Xing didn't say anything, but just raised the corners of his lips, a cold and cruel smile quietly leaked out, making Mu Xuan shiver, "Hey, what are you doing?"
She took a puff of cigarette and exhaled leisurely, "Do you know the most effective way to retaliate against that guy and the most painful way to cause him pain?"
Mu Xuan blinked in confusion, "What?"
She turned her head, her eyes were as seductive as silk, and her seductive look made the young man whose body was in the period of hormonal turmoil feel thirsty. Smiling, she put her index finger to her lips and said, "Shh~"
Leng Yiran sent his mother back to her room and watched her fall asleep before getting up and walking to Zhixing's room.
She was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, as if she had been waiting for him.
"Where's Aunt Chen?"
Leng Yiran lowered his eyes, with a hint of exhaustion between his brows. He walked over, took the cigarette out of her hand, and threw it into the ashtray, "I told you, you won't be allowed to smoke anymore."
Zhi Xing raised his eyebrows, "Your mother just killed someone, and we all saw it. What, did you settle this matter with money?"
Leng Yiran sat opposite her, looking at her eyes with a hint of alienation, but Zhixing looked at her clearly and sneered. Even though her heart was hurting and bleeding, she would never let him see it.
Arrive! Even a tiny bit!
"Her condition is very bad. The doctor said that it is entirely caused by being in a state of mental oppression for a long time." When he said this, he was very calm. "Tonight, it was because she could no longer bear the load.
Mental breakdown.”
Zhixing's smile became even colder, "Haha, mental oppression? Where did it come from? Who gave it to her? It's not such a coincidence, it's me~"
"Zhixing, we don't have to be tit-for-tat like this," he said calmly, looking at her, "Please pack your things tonight."
"Snapped"
Zhi Xing turned on the lighter, lit another cigarette, raised his slightly closed eyes, and smiled half-heartedly, "I can understand that you have chosen your mother who kills people without having to pay for it with her life?"
"He is my mother." He stared at her, his eyes full of complexity, disappointment, anger, and even more unspeakable pain. "She didn't know the hatred between my father and Tao Weicheng at all. She later married
Your dad, she just wants to live a happy and peaceful life for a few days. Ever since you appeared, everything has changed."
Zhixing smoked a cigarette and listened indifferently.
"If loving you means hurting her, then I would rather...not love you."
He said the last sentence with almost all his strength and his expression was tense.
Zhixing still stared at him and looked directly into his eyes. This time, he did not escape and looked at her for a moment.
Zhixing smiled, stood up, and nodded, "Since you don't love me, it's much easier to handle." He put out the cigarette with his left hand, then walked back to the closet and dragged out the box with one hand.
Noticing that her right hand was always hanging down and showing no strength, Leng Yiran asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with your hand?"
"It's okay, I was bitten by a dog." She replied extremely calmly.
With his brows furrowed, he stepped forward, took her hand, and said in an anxious but domineering tone, "Show me!"
Zhi Xing took a deep breath and quickly shook him off, regardless of whether such a violent movement would open the wound. Even though the pain there made her break into a cold sweat, she still smiled and said, "It's the same with cold. From now on, you
It has nothing to do with me anymore. Even if my arm becomes useless, it’s none of your business!”
He turned around and quietly put away his clothes.
Leng Yiran's hands stayed there stiffly, silently, he lowered his head, "I'll take you there..."
"No need, I haven't fallen to the point where I need you to take me in anymore."
"Damn it, do you have to be so stubborn?" He narrowed his deep eyes, and only when his back was turned to her, the pity in his eyes was unreservedly vented, "I can't leave my mother alone! Who do you want to compare with me?
I know everything! But...but...I damn can't let you go! I'm worried about you!"
Zhixing paused for a moment, then slowly turned back, with a dazzling smile still on his face, "I'll say it one last time, that's your business and has nothing to do with me!"