Chapter 511 Young Marshal Huo's Little Mute 2
These tears just wouldn't stop.
"Why are you crying?"
"Get up and get off the bus."
A slightly impatient voice came from above.
Song Jinhuan could detect a hint of disdain in his voice.
She tilted her head, wiped her tears on her sleeve, and wanted to see who it was!
My vision cleared up.
The man's cold and fierce expression was clearly visible, and a streak of blood, starting from the hem of his clothes, spread all the way to his shoulder.
A few drops of red blood remained on her cheek.
Song Jinhuan's small body trembled. Never mind, one should be more tolerant and not hold grudges against others.
"Hurry up!" Huo Ze urged impatiently. This little girl seemed to lose her soul whenever she saw his face.
Song Jinhuan did remember, but her legs were numb and her hands were in so much pain that she couldn't get up at all.
His face grew increasingly pale.
He was also mute, unable to speak.
She could only shake her head.
Huo Ze's brow furrowed further. "Disobedient?"
Song Jinhuan quickly shook her head, "No!"
"Tsk, are you mute? Can't you say anything?" His tone was anything but friendly; even if the other person hadn't fired, that guy was already dead.
Now, having gained a favor for nothing, Huo Ze was extremely annoyed.
Song Jinhuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and a hint of joy appeared on her tearful face as she nodded vigorously.
Yes, I am mute!
The girl had two long braids and was wearing a faded blue and white checkered cheongsam.
Only the cloth shoes embroidered with orchids were new, but they didn't fit properly; there was a large gap at the heel, and the cotton stuffing had spilled out.
That little face, after running and hiding all over the carriage, was covered in dust.
Then, because of the tears, she looked even more disheveled.
Only her eyes, moist with tears, were clear and bright.
Is he really mute?
Huo Ze remained silent, perhaps out of pity for the other person who was unable to speak.
Although the chances are extremely small.
He crouched down and reached out his hand to Song Jinhuan.
Song Jinhuan instinctively backed away.
Huo Ze narrowed his eyes slightly and said with displeasure, "What are you afraid of?"
He then grabbed her arm and said, "If you dare to struggle, I'll break your arm."
Song Jinhuan froze, too afraid to move.
Huo Ze's actions were anything but gentle. He lifted the girl's arm up, leaned down and pressed his shoulder against her chest, then pushed her back.
In an instant, Song Jinhuan's vision was turned upside down, and he was lifted up.
I saw stars and my head was throbbing with blood.
It's incredibly painful.
I feel uncomfortable all over my body; it's utterly miserable.
She could only cry to Sanjin, "Waaaaah, I don't like this!"
Sanjin: "Host, you can do it!"
Huo Ze pressed his large hand on the girl's lower back and was surprised to find that she was as soft and light as a ball of cotton.
Deputy General Zhang was already waiting by the car. He was quite surprised to see Young Marshal Huo carrying the girl out.
Probably because of that shot.
The young marshal has never liked owing favors.
Song Jinhuan was shoved into the car. During the process, her hands were affected, and the tears she had just stopped started falling again as if they were free.
She cried so pitifully.
The tip of his nose was bright red.
Doctor, she needs a doctor!
Huo Ze was annoyed by the girl's tears and said in a harsh voice, "Little mute, if you shed another tear, I'll shoot you dead."
Song Jinhuan shuddered and silently moved to the side, trying her best to distance herself from him.
She wanted to stop, but she couldn't stop!
Is no one going to speak up for her?
The little mute boy didn't stop; instead, he defiantly sat down to the side and cried even more unrestrainedly.
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