But the presence of Shen Yifan is enough for them!
Reporters came forward one after another, surrounded Shen Yifan, and asked with concern about his injury and when he could return to the music scene!
Shen Yifan watched Xiaodie being picked up by Wen Shijue and walking to the RV nearby. His heart felt like it had been uprooted and the pain was unbearable.
Tong Sheng protected Shen Yifan and, escorted by the bodyguards who arrived, sent Shen Yifan back to the ward.
"What are you doing here? Your body is already weak..." Tong Sheng complained softly.
Shen Yifan coldly took his hand away from Tong Sheng's hand: "Did you shoot her? You clearly know how important she is to me, why did you shoot her?"
Tong Sheng said nothing and let the bodyguards around him support him while he stepped aside, looking a little frustrated.
Shen Yifan no longer allows Tong Sheng to follow him, or even appear in front of his eyes. As soon as he sees Tong Sheng's figure, Shen Yifan will lose his temper.
But Tong Sheng was bought by the Shen family. Shen Yifan didn't want to see him. The old man of the Shen family wanted to use him. You know such a beautiful boy!
Later, people on the road all called Tong Sheng Brother Sheng!
He is the symbol of the Shen family.
After Wen Shijue left with the unconscious Xiaodie, he immediately called and called the best doctor to his villa.
He didn't want to send her to the hospital. Now Wen Shijue didn't trust her to go anywhere. He just wanted to keep her by his side and take good care of her.
Holding Xiaodie's soft body, Wen Shijue's face was a little gloomy, covering up all the heartache, and his eyes were sharp.
"Mr. Wen, you may be in trouble this time!" Lao Zhou reminded in a low voice from behind, with some faint worry in his tone.
Everyone on the road knows that Tong Sheng looks weak, but his methods are extremely vicious. If you mess with him, there will be no peaceful life in the future.
"Lao Zhou, please stop talking! She risked her own life for me. Will I ignore her just to avoid trouble?" Wen Shijue reached out and touched Xiaodie's pale, cold face, and he simply bandaged the injury on her back. After some treatment, the blood still came out. Through the layers of clothes, Wen Shijue could feel the warmth and wetness. He couldn't help but frown and said to the driver in front of him: "Hurry up!"
Xiaodie had a dream, dreaming that she was really sold to the slave market, standing in an iron cage in ragged clothes, frightened and helpless, accepting the buyer's pickiness and indecency.
The surroundings were so noisy and chaotic, Xiaodie had been looking for a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that could stop her from being so scared, but she couldn't find them anywhere.
Xiaodie dodged the stretched out hands and murmured: "Don't touch me, don't touch me! Ah——"
The people around him suddenly changed, turning into golden-haired Tibetan mastiffs, opening their mouths wide open in front of him, as if they were about to tear him into pieces. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the only name he could think of in Xiaodie's heart blurted out: "Wen Shijue." !”
Then Xiaodie woke up sweating profusely, and the pain on her body was clearly felt. Could it be that she was really bitten by a Tibetan Mastiff?
Wen Shijue looked at her with soft eyes. Her hand was held tightly by him. When he saw that she woke up, he said gently: "Have you had a nightmare?"