However, her anxiety was quickly put to an end because the taxi had stopped. As soon as she got out of the car, she was hugged by a pair of arms. Huang Xiaojue's voice was urgent: "Xixi, are you okay?"
She suddenly felt relieved, and regardless of the eyes of the people around her, she just hugged his waist tightly.
Huang Xiaojue looked at the layers of gauze wrapped in surprise, his eyes bloodshot: "Xixi, did he beat you? Did he beat you like this?"
She gently held his hand: "Let's go back first and then talk."
Stepping into her room, when the door closed, Yan Xixi really felt like she was "surviving a disaster". Only then did she look carefully, but she saw that Huang Xiaojue was very haggard and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.
His face was also very ugly. It was obvious that he had been in a state of high worry and anxiety for the past few days and had not had a good rest.
He looked at her from head to toe, and then from foot to head. He was relieved after confirming that only her brain was injured, and that it was a slight scratch.
She held his hand tightly: "Xiaojue, I'm sorry..."
There was finally a smile in his eyes, "Fool, I didn't protect you."
He hugged him tightly, even his voice was hoarse.
At that moment, it would be a lie to say that she was not moved. Yan Xixian was buried in his arms. When she raised her head and stared at him, for the first time, there was a special feeling in her eyes: a sense of security! Yes, it was a sense of security. In her life
Here, what was most lacking was a sense of security. Just like the night when Wang Donglin took him to the "** Club" and escaped overnight - at that time, looking at the world, he was like a bird in distress, with no branches to support him.
Habitat.
But it's different now, now I have a nap.
She didn't even dare to speculate: If Xiaojue hadn't paid a huge price and even Liu Daqing was alarmed, would Wang Donglin have let her go smoothly?
Deep down in her heart, she has always been afraid of Wang Donglin - she doesn't know why.
Just like she always believed that Huang Xiaojue would not harm her - there was no reason for it either.
Her mood relaxed and she became cheerful. She took a shower and changed into clean home clothes. When the gauze was removed layer by layer, the scars on her head were still shocking.
Huang Xiaojue took the red potion and applied it on her. As soon as it reached the scar, she grinned and whispered: "It hurts so much."
Huang Xiaojue felt distressed and angry, but he slowed down his movements and comforted her softly: "It will be fine in a moment."
"Xiaojue, do you think it will leave scars? That would be ugly."
"No. Besides, if there are scars, you can go to the hospital to remove them."
After changing the medicine gauze, she was in a warm and familiar room again. She leaned back on the recliner very comfortably. She felt hungry and thirsty after she relaxed.
"Xixi, please rest for a while and I'll get you something to eat."
She was surprised: "Xiaojue, can you cook?"
"I know something simple."
It was really simple enough. Eggs were cooked into instant noodles, ham was added to it, and there were two large cups of steaming coffee. She was delighted when she saw it, and said happily: "It looks really delicious."
"Eat more and get a good rest."
She was not polite, picked up the noodles and started eating. She had been so frightened these days that she hadn't eaten very seriously. Hunger was the best condiment, and she suddenly realized that instant noodles were a rare delicacy.
She wasn't satisfied until she drank all the hot coffee. Just as she was about to clean up the leftovers, Huang Xiaojue stopped her and said softly: "I'll do it."
