Zhang Yichen hugged Zhao Xukun's waist tightly.
Even though Zhang Yichen had a hard head, he couldn't withstand Zhao Xukun's elbow strikes. After a few hits, blood flowed from Zhang Yichen's forehead.
"I'll fuck you!"
Zhao Xukun hit Zhang Yichen hard and cursed at him.
Seeing this scene, Li Zefang was so scared that he got out of the car and stopped Zhao Xukun.
"Little..., stop fighting. If you keep fighting, something bad will happen. My dear brother, I'm not afraid of him getting into trouble, but I'm afraid of you getting into trouble."
Zhao Xukun continued to hit Zhang Yichen's head a few more times before stopping.
After the fight, Zhang Yichen's clothes were torn, one of his eyes was swollen, and his head was covered in blood. He looked at Li Zefang in front of him in a daze. He had no strength left in his body and he spoke with difficulty.
"Li..., you... you,... you guys, don't... don't run... I..."
Zhang Yichen shook his dizzy head vigorously, holding the bleeding wound with one hand, and asked hysterically.
"Why, why do you treat me like this? Have I ever let you down? I really like you. For you, I can do anything."
Zhang Yichen held back his tears and held Li Zefang with his other hand.
The next second, Zhang Yichen suddenly smiled foolishly.
"Haha, Fangfang, no one can take you away now. Come on, go home with me!"
Li Zefang didn't take it seriously. Looking at Zhang Yichen who was like a madman, he wondered if he had been beaten stupid by Zhao Xukun.
"Zhang Yichen, are you okay?"
"I suggest you go to a mental hospital. It's impossible for us."
"You can't give me the life I want."
Zhang Yichen was so angry that he almost fell asleep on the spot. He wiped his bloody eyes and sneered like a madman.
"Ah! I can't give you the life you want?!!!"
This must be Li Zefang joking with herself. She likes to joke around, and this habit has never changed.
She still likes to joke!
"Fangfang, I think you must be kidding me."
"Zhang Yichen, what do you want me to say to make you believe that it's impossible for the two of us to be together?"
Li Zefang looked at Zhang Yichen fiercely, and she said with great determination in her heart.
"Fangfang, my Fangfang, I beg you to give me another chance. I really like you. Others are just saying that. I truly love you."
With a puff.
Zhang Yichen knelt on the ground, holding Li Zefang's hand, crying and begging.
He no longer feels the pain from the wound.
Looking at Zhang Yichen kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, she used all her strength to break free from Zhang Yichen's tightly held hand.
Li Zefang ignored Zhang Yichen and walked aside to see how badly Zhao Xukun was injured.
"Are you okay?"
Zhao Xukun stood under the tree, took a few breaths, and twisted his arms. It hurt a little, especially in the joints.
"It's okay. Damn it! This guy was really ruthless. He even hit my waist."
"Damn it! This guy has such a thick skin and tough bones. My hands are so sore from hitting him like that."
"If you hadn't stopped me just now, I would have gotten rid of him."
Zhao Xukun gritted his teeth and muttered.
"I see you're pretty badly injured, covered in blood. How about I take you to the hospital first?"
Seeing Zhao Xukun's handsome face swollen like this, she felt very distressed. What would she do if her beloved baby was hurt?
Li Zefang helped Zhao Xukun up and walked into the car.
"Don't smoke when you're in the car. Why are you still smoking?"
"Your wound doesn't hurt, does it?"
Li Zefang glanced at Zhao Xukun, then looked at the navigation and drove anxiously towards the hospital.
Zhao Xukun took a puff of cigarette and lowered his head to look at himself covered in blood. The fight had just been too intense and Zhao Xukun's hands were indeed very painful.
"Hey, sister, this is not my blood."
"The only injury is that my hand is probably dislocated."
"It's not a big deal, just smoke a cigarette and distract yourself."
“Hiss, huh!”
Zhao Xukun pressed his hand joints.
......
Watching Li Zefang's car gradually fade from his sight, Zhang Yichen hammered the ground a few times, like a ghost who had lost his soul. He walked slowly towards the intersection, shaking his head, leaving streaks of bright red blood on the ground, and occasionally grinning foolishly, mumbling to himself.
Finally, he got into his taxi, wiped the blood off his face, took out a handful of tissues, covered his head with them, lit a cigarette, and tears couldn't help but flow out again.
Perhaps it was because Zhao Xukun hit him too hard that he felt the pain now.
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