Chapter 38: Seeing him injured, crying like a little widow
When Xu Xiaoyue saw that extremely familiar face again, she thought for a moment that she was dazzled.
Li's face changed slightly, and he quickly said, "Tuan Yan, I also followed the procedures for this matter."
Yan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, "According to the procedure? Before the matter is fully investigated, you only handcuff one party based on your feelings. Is this your procedure?"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Scar Brother quickly said, "Sir, this woman is really ruthless. Just look at my head, it was smashed like this by her."
Yan Ye sneered, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "She is a lesbian. Could it be that she ate too much and deliberately provoked you? What good does this do for her?"
"You know what you did, and the people watching are also clear about it."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked into Xu Xiaoyue's watery almond eyes, which were now filled with crystal tears. Misty water was swirling in her eye sockets, and she seemed to want to cry but couldn't.
Yan Ye originally thought that when he saw Xu Xiaoyue again, he would feel very calm.
Perhaps he once had some feelings for this lesbian.
But he still clearly remembered that Xu Xiaoyue said she didn't like him.
As proud as he was, when he found out that Xu Xiaoyue had no feelings for him at all, he decided to disappear from this person's sight forever.
Do not disturb each other.
But Yan Ye found that he overestimated his self-control.
Looking at the tears about to overflow from the woman's eyes, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a large hand, and the emotions that she had once deliberately suppressed surged up like a tide at this moment.
"Uncuff her." Yan Ye ordered.
Chief Li hesitated for a moment, but still asked his men to unlock Xu Xiaoyue's handcuffs.
Scar Brother, who was standing by, became furious when he saw this.
"Comrade police officer, you can't be partial to her. Besides, I have connections in the police station. Zhang Dehua is my uncle. He is the head of the police station. You can't treat me like this."
Yan Ye's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the man next to him with a half-smile on his face: "Chief Li, is there a comrade with this name in our police station?"
Li Suo was already sweating profusely when the man called out Zhang Dehua's name. When he heard Yan Ye ask him this, his mind went blank.
He smiled wryly and looked at Scar Brother coldly, "Tuan Yan, you can't trust the words of a gangster. Maybe he just remembered his name and slandered him at will."
Yan Ye had a blank expression on his face, as if he believed it, but also as if he didn't.
"Take the man in handcuffs and take him away." He ordered calmly.
"Cuffs? Who are you going to handcuff?"
The young police officers nearby were confused, and their eyes were scanning Xu Xiaoyue and Scar Brother's faces in turn.
Li went up and hit everyone on the head. "Don't you understand? Whoever looks like a troublemaker will be handcuffed."
Scar Brother was drunk, and after being hit by Xu Xiaoyue, his mind became even more unclear.
Clearly, everything went as he had planned from the beginning, but then this guy named Yan Tuan came and wanted to handcuff him and take him away without saying a word.
And this little bitch in front of me, I’m going to forgive her after she just said a few words.
He stood there, and no one expected that he would suddenly break free from the police's control and rush towards Xu Xiaoyue.
"Go to hell..."
Scar Brother shouted angrily and Xu Xiaoyue screamed. She was surrounded and couldn't even retreat.
Fortunately, Yan Ye was quick-witted and rushed forward, protecting the woman tightly behind him, and kicked Scar Brother.
He didn't hold back his strength in this kick, and the man rolled on the ground three times before finally stopping.
Scar Brother rolled on the ground whimpering in pain, no longer as ferocious as before.
Yan Ye next to her was still holding Xu Xiaoyue. When Xu Xiaoyue came to her senses, she immediately broke free from the man's arms. She raised her head and hurriedly pulled the man's arm to check his injury.
"Where did you get scratched just now? Is there bleeding?"
No one expected that this man would be so crazy. He picked up the broken tiles from the ground and rushed over. If Yan Ye hadn't blocked it in front, he would have been aiming at Xu Xiaoyue's face.
Yan Ye was wearing casual clothes, the black cloth was soaked with blood, and the blood seemed to be still flowing out.
Xu Xiaoyue stared at the wet mark, her face pale and her heart pounding like it was about to jump out of her throat.
I'm dying. They say that soldiers can't have scars on their bodies.
If anything happens to Yan Ye because of her, I don’t even know whether the Yan family can forgive me.
Even Xu Xiaoyue herself couldn't forgive herself.
I don’t know if leaving a scar will affect a man’s path to promotion.
Although she really didn't want to see Yan Ye again during this period, she didn't want anything to happen to him, especially to protect her.
What Xu Xiaoyue feared most was owing favors to others, but she didn't know how many times she had owed favors to Yan Ye.
She only felt her head buzzing, her vision seemed to be obscured by a fog, her blood pressure soared and she could not tell what year it was.
There was no time to care about the man lying on the ground. Xu Xiaoyue grabbed the man's hand and cried uncontrollably: "You're bleeding. We have to go to the hospital."
She hurriedly grabbed the person and walked towards the exit, her eyes filled with worry, anxiety, grief, fear, and many other emotions tangled together.
Xu Xiaoyue was looking at the man's wound. Yan Ye lowered his head, his eyes only on the woman's pale and helpless little face. Her skin was shining like snow, her misty almond eyes blinked again and again, her eye sockets were red, and her lips, which were bitten unconsciously, were tender pink.
Just by looking at it, Yan Ye felt his whole body getting hot. His eyes fell on that cherry-like little mouth, wondering if the taste here would be better than cherries.
Seeing him injured, she cried like a little widow.
Does this mean that she is worried about him?
Perhaps, this feeling is not just his solo.
The gloom of the past few days dissipated, and the man felt as if he had drunk a bottle of soda and had a secret sense of satisfaction.
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