[Chapter 2 Chapter 329 Sister, I Just Want to Be Your Dog 2]
Rong Yi took out his cell phone to call the police. Xiao He's expression froze, and the next second he looked ferocious as he tried to step over Wen Shinian to snatch the phone.
Wen Shinian picked up the glass of water on the table and threw it over.
"ah!"
Xiao He was hit and screamed in pain.
The nanny hurried forward and her expression turned ugly when she saw her daughter's miserable appearance.
"Miss, how can you just throw things at people! If anything happens to my daughter, I will never let you go!"
"Oh, you won't let me go?"
Wen Shinian turned sideways in her wheelchair and saw the two people staring at her fiercely, with veins bulging on her forehead.
Her originally good mood suddenly turned into an irritable mood, making her want to destroy everything that annoyed her.
“Waaaaaah!”
"What are you doing! You lunatic! You lunatic!"
Wen Shinian took the whip and hit the two of them accurately.
The mother and daughter were beaten so hard that they jumped up and down and screamed in pain.
The others looked at the ceiling, the floor, and the vase, but no one dared to step forward to help.
“Cough cough cough!”
Wen Shinian started coughing without warning.
The housekeeper, who was looking at the floor, hurried forward, took another cup, poured water into it and handed it to Wen Shinian.
"Miss, take care of yourself. Don't get upset because of outsiders."
Wen Shinian was panting, his face pale and bloodless.
She dropped the whip and looked at the mother and daughter hugging each other with a gloomy face.
"Go find a rope and tie them up."
The butler stood up and said, "Go find a rope."
Rong Yi stared at the two people who were close to each other with an expressionless face, and a feeling of dissatisfaction was brewing in his heart.
Just as the servants tied up Xiao He and her daughter, the doorbell rang.
The servant trotted to open the door.
It was Wen’s father, followed by two policemen.
As soon as the door opened, Wen's father rushed in hurriedly.
Seeing Wen Shinian sitting there peacefully, Wen's father sighed imperceptibly.
The next second, a serious gaze surveyed the scene.
"What are you doing this time?"
Wen Shinian drank some cold water and tried to suppress his inner restlessness.
She glanced at Father Wen, as if she had lost all her strength. She leaned lazily in the wheelchair, and her face did not look very good.
"They stole my mom's birthday present for me. Do you think I shouldn't make a scene?"
Seeing her like this, Father Wen's eyes flashed and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say any words of concern.
After a few seconds of silence, he continued:
"If they stole it, just call the police. What are you making a fuss about? With your current health, you haven't stayed in the hospital long enough, do you want to go back and lie down again?"
After saying this, Father Wen felt a little regretful.
Especially when he saw his daughter turning her head away and not even wanting to look at him, his regret reached its peak.
The housekeeper also knew the rift between the father and daughter. Fearing that Wen's father would say something unpleasant again, he quickly stepped forward and explained the situation to the two policemen who were almost becoming background characters.
"Comrade police, those two are the ones who stole things. I called the police before, and they also threw my phone. Miss was afraid that they would hurt others, so she found a rope to tie them up."
When the doorbell rang, Rong Yi got up and stood up on his own.
Before the police came in, he pulled down his folded sleeves to cover the wound on his hand.
At this moment, he was standing next to Wen Shinian's wheelchair, his body seemed to be there and not there, and he was leaning on the wheelchair.
The police routinely inquired about the situation and finally forcibly took Xiao He and the other girl away, regardless of their shouting and resisting.
Wen Shinian was really tired. After the two were taken away, he reached out and poked Rong Yi's arm.
"Push me up."
Rong Yi was touched and almost jumped away reflexively.
When he accidentally met Wen Shinian's eyes, his instinct was forced to be suppressed.
He stared at Wen Shinian for a few seconds, then slowly walked behind her and pushed her upstairs.
Father Wen stood there and watched until Wen Shinian's figure disappeared, then he looked away.
"Old Zhao, thank you for taking care of my daughter."
"Sir, don't worry. I have watched the young lady grow up. No matter what, I will not let her get hurt."
"This girl's temper is getting weirder and weirder, ah."
Father Wen sighed, took one last look in the direction of Wen Shinian's room, and without staying for long, turned and left.
In the room on the second floor, Wen Shinian sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, hiding behind the curtains, and watched his father's back as he left through a crack in the curtains.
Rong Yi stood quietly behind her, staring at the vortex on the top of her head in a daze.
"Push me to the bathroom."
Rong Yi did as he was told quietly, like a mindless robot.
Wen Shinian added some water, and when it was full, he turned to look at Rong Yi.
"I don't need you anymore. Let's go find Uncle Zhao and get his injuries treated."
Rong Yi turned around and left without any hesitation.
Wen Shinian looked at his back and tapped her lips with her finger.
"Mute?"
[No, host, I just don't want to talk to you.]
Wen Shinian raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
The sound of the door closing was heard and Rong Yi left the room.
Wen Shinian indifferently withdrew his gaze, slowly took off his clothes, and flipped into the water in an extremely awkward posture.
The water ripples, submerging the lips and teeth.
Fortunately, I was prepared, so I didn't choke.
Wen Shinian adjusted his body in the water, and after tossing and turning, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
This was the first time he entered a broken body.
Both the body and the mind are scarred.
Wen Shinian leaned his head back on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the patterns on the ceiling, his eyes following the lines of the ceiling out of boredom.
After walking back and forth twice, I felt a little dizzy.
She blinked, holding onto the tub and preparing to get up.
As soon as she raised her head, her vision went dark and she felt dizzy, forcing her to lie back down again.
"It's really hollow."
Wen Shinian sighed and slowly closed his eyes.
My head was getting more and more dizzy, and my hands on the edge of the bathtub slipped into the water.
With nothing to support him, his body slowly slid into the bathtub.
Bubbles were gurgling out, and I seemed to hear a vague sound in my ears.
Two bandaged hands suddenly reached into the water, grabbed the person in the water, and quickly pulled him out.
"You want to die?"
The boy's hoarse voice was filled with obvious anger.
Wen Shinian leaned dizzy in Rong Yi's arms, coughing uncontrollably after choking on water.
She shook her head with difficulty, and held Rong Yi's hands with both hands and pressed them against her forehead.
Rong Yi's eyelashes trembled, and the place where the back of his fingers touched was hot.
She has a fever!
Rong Yi's face was tense as he bent down and carried Wen Shinian out of the water.
I originally planned to hold her on the bed, but when the water touched her body, I picked her up and went to find a bath towel.
After roughly wiping the person clean and covering him with a blanket, he went downstairs to find the housekeeper to call a doctor.
The housekeeper hurriedly took Rong Yi's cell phone to make a call, and when the doctor arrived, he hurriedly took the man upstairs.
When he reached the door of the room, Rong Yi thought of something and pushed the butler.
"Come back in later."
Butler: "What?"
Rong Yi didn't care. He went in, locked the door, went to the cloakroom, found a conservative nightgown, and held Wen Shinian to put it on her.
After all the trouble, he opened the door and let the two in.
While the doctor was examining the patient, Rong Yi stood at the end of the bed, lowering his head to look at Shi Nian's palm, which had touched Wen.
That soft cotton-like touch...
Rong Yi rubbed his fingers.
A bit addictive, still wanting to touch more.
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