Chapter 56 Sun Zhiqiang! You beast!
Xu Yao ran home like crazy. The light death certificate was like a huge rock, pressing down on her and making it hard for her to breathe.
The painful memories of the past life flooded into my mind like a flood.
She wants to go back and find out what is going on!
The cold wind was like a sharp knife scraping on her face, but Xu Yao didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.
Her heart was burning with rage, and she just wanted to go home immediately and tear off that hypocritical mask!
When Xu Yao pushed open the familiar wooden door, the scene in front of her made her blood freeze instantly - Sun Zhiqiang's distorted face was facing her sick old father!
His hands were tightly gripping his father's neck!
"Sun Zhiqiang! You beast!" Xu Yao roared, her voice cracking.
In the blink of an eye, a figure rushed up like an arrow, it was Xue Han!
He leaped forward and violently knocked Sun Zhiqiang away.
"Bang!"
Sun Zhiqiang was knocked to the ground with a dull thud.
Xue Han staggered, held onto the wall, his face pale.
Only then did Xu Yao notice that there was a pile of glass fragments scattered on the ground. Xue Han's right arm was bleeding. The bright red blood had dyed half of his military uniform red, which was particularly glaring.
"Xue Han! How are you?!" Xu Yao exclaimed and rushed over to support him.
Xue Han just shook his head, but his eyes were always fixed on Xu Yao, as if to confirm whether she was okay.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with a faint hint of pine wood, which was the unique smell of Xue Han, but at this moment it made Xu Yao feel inexplicably at peace.
Xu's father was rushed to the hospital, and only then did Xu Yao remember Xue Han's injury.
She held Xue Han's hand and said anxiously: "Xue Han, you take care of the wound first, I'm fine."
Xue Han shook his head stubbornly: "Your hand is also injured, take care of yours first."
Only then did Xu Yao realize that her palms were also cut by the glass. The blood had already coagulated, but it still hurt a little.
Unable to persuade Xue Han, Xu Yao had to simply clean the wound first, then took the medicine box and walked carefully to Xue Han's side.
The moment the alcohol cotton ball touched the wound, Xue Han's body suddenly stiffened and his brows furrowed tightly.
"Does it hurt?" Xu Yao asked softly, her tone full of worry.
Xue Han shook his head, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Xu Yao wiped the wound even more carefully. Her movements were light and gentle, as if she was treating a fragile treasure.
Suddenly, Xue Han grabbed Xu Yao's wrist.
"Don't look at it." His voice was a little hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.
Xu Yao raised her head and realized that her tears were dripping onto the gauze.
She wiped away her tears in panic, but the more she wiped, the more she cried and she couldn't stop them.
Xue Han picked up a piece of gauze with his injured finger clumsily and gently bandaged Xu Yao's finger that was cut by the glass.
His movements were slow and serious, as if he was completing a sacred ritual.
"Hiss..." Xu Yao took a breath of cold air. Although Xue Han's movements were gentle, they still pulled the wound, causing her to feel a sharp pain.
"Does it hurt?" Xue Han asked hurriedly, his tone full of apology.
Xu Yao shook her head, but a warm feeling surged in her heart.
At this moment, Sun Zhiqiang's crazy shouting and cursing suddenly came from outside the window: "Xue Han, you bastard! How dare you steal my fiancée?!"
Xue Han's body shook violently, he stood up suddenly and stood in front of Xu Yao. The tense muscles on his back were clearly visible through his clothes.
Xu Yao reached out and gently pressed his trembling arm.
The warm touch made Xue Han's Adam's apple roll involuntarily.
The whole room fell into an eerie silence.
Only the sound of Sun Zhiqiang shouting and cursing outside the window continued to echo.
Xu Yao could feel that Xue Han's body was trembling slightly.
She knew he was angry and furious.
She wanted to say something, but found her throat was tight and she couldn't say anything.
At this moment, Xue Han suddenly turned around and cornered Xu Yao. He looked down at her with deep and complex eyes.
"Yaoyao..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of danger.
"He wants you to die, not live." Xue Han's voice was as low as if wrapped in sand, rubbing roughly against Xu Yao's eardrum.
What?
What the hell?
Xu Yao was stunned, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over her head, and her head was buzzing.
When she looked up, she met Xue Han's moist eyes, which were bottomless and like a whirlpool that was about to suck her in.
His breathing was a little rapid, and his warm breath sprayed on her face, making her feel itchy.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood mixed with a faint scent of pine, which made her feel a little dizzy.
"Let me protect you, okay?" He gently pressed his forehead against hers, his tone almost pleading, with a barely perceptible tremor.
Outside the window, sirens suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the night, like a thunderclap, waking Xu Yao from the chaos.
The director of the subdistrict office rushed in with two policemen. They were stunned when they saw this "ambiguous" posture. The atmosphere was so awkward that it could have been carved out of a three-bedroom apartment.
Xu Yao hurriedly pushed Xue Han away, her cheeks burning like charcoal, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
What is this?
A large-scale social death scene?
The atmosphere just now almost made her think... forget it, it was all an illusion!
"What happened?" The director of the subdistrict office broke the silence, looking back and forth between the two of them.
Before Xu Yao could speak, Xue Han took the lead and said, "Sun Zhiqiang wanted to harm Comrade Xu Yao. I happened to pass by and stopped him." His tone was calm, as if the person who was so nervous that he wanted to hold her in his arms was not him.
"Comrade Xue Han really acted bravely!" The director of the subdistrict office gave a thumbs up with an admiring look on his face.
Xu Yao lowered her head and looked at the dried blood on Xue Han's shirt, feeling mixed emotions.
All this blood was left to stand in front of her.
She suddenly remembered how he staggered and leaned against the wall just now, and her heart ached.
When Xue Han turned around, Xu Yao caught a glimpse of a fresh scratch on his lower back, still oozing blood.
That was Sun Zhiqiang’s final crazy counterattack.
Xu Yao's heart tightened and she wanted to reach out to take a look, but then she pulled her hand back.
She was afraid that her touch would hurt him more.
Sun Zhiqiang was escorted by two policemen. When he passed by Xu Yao, he suddenly stopped and showed a ferocious smile on his face: "Just wait, Qiuyue will be back!"
His voice was cold, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, making people shudder.
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