She quickly ran out of bed and took the razor blade in Wei Shuyi's hand.

"Brother, don't do that."Stealing the blade, Wu Jiaren was ready to hide it.

Wei Shuyi could not find a venting point, and suddenly looked up at Wu Jia, who was hiding a razor.Wu Jiaman had just locked the razor into the cabinet, and his waist was suddenly hugged.Wu Jiaren was a moment, she was about to go back and ask Wei Shuyi what to do, at this time, the underwear under the skirt was suddenly pulled out.

Then, he broke in rudely and brusquely.

He was treated like this, and the people of Wu Jia also almost burst into tears.

“Brother...”

Her voice was crying.

Hearing Wu Jiaren's voice, and familiar with his brother, the man behind him seemed to pause, but soon his consciousness became confused again.

He was unscrupulous and insane.

When Wei Shuyi woke up, he found himself lying on the floor.His body was sleeping with Wu Jia, who was unclothed.Wu Jiaren's neck was full of bite marks he left behind, and on her back and arms were all caught by him.

On the black and white floor, the blood of Wu Jia...

“Good, good, beautiful!”

Wei Shuyi's face is white.

He picked up Wu Jia, shook Wu Jia, but he could not wake her.

Wei Shuyi opened his mouth, and after half-sun, he made a difficult sound and shouted Wu Jiaren several times.

Wu Jiajun never responded, and his face was white.

Wei Shuyi was completely panicked, he picked up the clothes on the ground and put on it, put on a sleeping skirt for Wu Jiaren, and then hugged her and staggered out of the room.His body was too thin, he had no strength, and he ran two steps to the ground with her.

Wei Shuyi shouted a posture, he put Wu Jiaren on his back, holding her in one hand, holding the wall in one hand, and walking outside in panic.

As he walked, he cried out.

“The little squirter!”

“The little squirter!”

“Fang Yusheng!”

“Help, help...”

The guest bedroom on the second floor opened the door almost at the same time.

Several young people ran out of the bedroom, and they were shocked to see Wei Shuyi and Wu Jia, who were not alive on his back.

In the end, Fang Yusheng returned to God first.

He strode to Wei Shuyi, hugged the Wu Jiaren on his back, and Wei Shuyi stopped Wu Jiaren and did not let go.Fang Yusheng looked cold and said to Wei Shuyi, "Let go, you hurt her."Fang Yusheng's tone was harsh and full of accusations.

Wei Shuyi stood still, like a child who had done something wrong, and gently released his hand.

Fang Yusheng quickly picked up Wu Jiaren and left a sentence to Qiao Weixi, “Go and drink ice!”First, Wu Jiaren sent to the experimental building of seasonal ice drinking.

Seasonal ice clothes did not change, wearing pajamas, came out of their room, and accelerated to the experimental building.

After the examination, the second person only said a word, "Now, until his recovery, Wei Shuyi can not live with Wu Jiaren."Thinking of Wu Jiaren's scars and obvious discomfort, the seasonal ice tone seemed a little cold and unfeeling.

Fang Yusheng sighed and asked the season to drink ice, "Beautiful, is she okay?"

"The body is injured, rest and recuperation for a while, but in the end, it is a crime."

"I understand."

Fang Yusheng returned to the other side of the manor building and told Qiao Weixi about Wu Jiaren's situation, so he went upstairs to see Wei Shuyi.

Wei Shuyi sat on the big bed of the room, and the blood on the ground had been cleaned up by the slaves of the manor.Wei Shuyi saw Fang Yu was born and asked, “How is she?”

"Somewhat serious, you don't want to see her for a while these days."

Wei Shuyi's mouth was trembling, and after a moment, he asked, "Didn't you hear her cry for help last night?"You should have killed me last night, I...

"She didn't call."The one who spoke was Wei Xin.Seeing Wei Shuyi did not seem to believe it, Suzanne said, "We live next to you, and last night we did not hear a little movement."Mrs. Wei, she... did not call for help.”

“She didn’t ask for help?”

“... well.”

As you can see, Wei Shuyi everyone was stunned.He thought that Wu Jia was seeking help, but he had lost his mind and ignored her.

Did he do that to her, and she refused to ask for help?

Wei Shuyi's chest hurts more.

He bit his hand with his mouth, his eyes big rolled down, no sound.

Fang Yusheng sighed, and he went to the bed and sat down and said, "I will accompany you tonight."The good man is going to cultivate there for a few days, and wait for your hello, and see her again."

Wei Shuyi knew that such a decision was the right one.

But he, the thought that Wu Jia was now injured, and the injury was still caused by him, he was unbearable.

He didn’t look at her.

In the past few days, Wei Shuyi has been restrained and has not made a big deal.

Three days later, Wei Xin and Suzanne both left the T country.

On this day, Zhuang Long will inject Wei Shuyi with a second tube of medicine.

Wu Jiaren's body was basically restored, but he still carried those scars.She stood in the hallway outside the guest room, listening to the sound of Wei Shuyi's painful screams, her eyes were not holding back, red and red.Fang Zi could not see the beauty crying, he held Wu Jiaren's hand on his feet and comforted her, "Aunt is not afraid, stay with you."

He also looked up at Wu Jia, and his eyes were cold.

After two consecutive injections, Wei Shuyi's mental time is longer than before, but the pain at the time of onset is also several times stronger than before.In the evening, they could often hear him screaming.

In this way, he survived for more than 20 days intermittently, Wei Shuyi was much better, only once a day in the day, and he could sleep for two or three hours at night.

His hair began to fall out of the ground, Zhuang Long said that this is a good phenomenon, and when all the hair is gone, new hair will be born.

At that time, it means that his body was completely healed.

Injecting the last tube of medicine, Wei Shuyi finally couldn't help but ask Zhuang Long about Wu Jiaren's situation.

“Is she okay?”

He smiled and said, "Hello, she's fine."

Wei Shuyi asked again, “May I see her?”

The dragon hesitated.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her."

Full of prayerful eyes on Wei Shuyi, Zhuang Long could not refute.

"Mr. Wei, you can handle it yourself."

The dragon left with something.

In an empty corridor, a faint footsteps sounded.

The door of the room was open, and Wei Shuyi looked up at the outside of the door and saw a white figure enter.Wu Jiaren was wearing a white casual dress, loose pants under the legs, her legs seem to have lost weight, her cheeks also thin.

Wu Jia people stood at the door, let Wei Shuyi look at enough, this is how to enter.

“Brother.”

Her smile, like before, was brilliant and magnificent, like the peach blossoms of March.

Wei Shuyi did not speak.

Wu Jiaren saw Wei Shuyi's throat rolling up and down, he seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he could not open his mouth.

In the end, Wei Shuyi spoke, and the first thing he said was -

"Come here, I won't hurt you."

Wu Jiaren smiled and walked over, but when she saw Wei Shuyi's handcuffs on her left wrist, her smile suddenly solidified.

Interpretative statement -

I’m sure everyone is wondering, why are you always writing other people’s stories?Because the song is not good at writing a pair of CP is very long, because writing to write, is nothing more than all kinds of toss.Those who have read my other books should find that I like to write the CP story, my protagonist is not only Fang Yusheng and Qiao Weixi, but "those people."Leave, Zhuang Long, Yanuo, Seasonal Ice, Beauty and Wei Shuai.Maybe it is because I have too many thoughts and thoughts in my head, and I always want to write a pair to ensure the funness of the story, and not to be hydrological.

There must also be a girl who likes the long text of the male and female masters, sorry I am not very good at it, because that is not what I want to write.

Each story is related to each other but can be seen independently, so girls, you think it is not interesting to write, then leave in silence.If you like it, please support it.What I can do is write what I want to write, not hydrology, not bad text, the story may be a light abuse, but love and the end must be warm.