Han Jue picked up the woman and put her into his car, saying, "I'll take you to the hospital first."
"No need, you didn't hit me just now, I just had a slight scratch. My body is not that valuable," the woman said
"What's wrong with you coming out so late?" the woman asked again.
"I'm going to find my fiancée," Han Jue said.
"Then you put me down in front, and then you go find your fiancée." The woman watched the figure of the fat man behind her gradually disappear from her sight, and said
"Let's go pick up my fiancée together first, and then I'll take you home to clean up and change into clean clothes. No matter what, I hit you, so I'll find a doctor for you and check it out," Han Jue insisted.
The woman was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at Han Jue's side face, and smiled faintly. How long had it been since she heard such caring words?
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Xie Qin. I am twenty years old." The woman raised her eyes and looked at Han Jue's engraved profile.
"My name is Han Jue," Han Jue said calmly.
Han Jue...Han Jue...the name is nice and domineering. It turns out that the man who brought her warmth is called Han Jue...
Xie Qin smiled slightly. Han Jue was like a hero in her heart. He was handsome and responsible. Most people were afraid to avoid others when they bumped into them, but he was different.
Han Jue drove to Yang Chuan's home. Xie Qin was waiting in the car. Han Jue got out of the car in a hurry.
Xie Qin looked at Han Jue's hurried back, and couldn't help but envied the fiancée who made Han Jue so anxious. That woman was really happy to have such a man, but she was so unlucky that her father died when she was young.
She followed her mother and married into her stepfather's house. On the day her mother died, her stepfather raped her. After that, she was banned from the house and became a tool for that man to vent his sexual desires. If she didn't escape tonight, she might be raped again in the future.
The abuse was worse
"Yang Chuan, open the door for me." Han Jue kicked the door of Yang Chuan's villa with his feet and kept ringing the doorbell. After a while, the door opened. Yang Chuan, who looked calm, looked at the panting and angry Yang Chuan.
Han Jue said: "Hey, Mr. Han, what can you teach me when you come to my humble residence?"
"Stop talking nonsense, where is Shen Zui?" Han Jue pushed Yang Chuan away and went straight into the living room.
Yang Chuan leaned against the door frame, shrugged, looked at Han Jue's back, and thought to himself: "Oh, you are still so domineering, man, this is my home!"