Chapter 733

Yaquan's upper body tilted to Ye Shayan tied to the center of the bed. His right hand held a bloody fruit knife, and several drops of blood were splashed on his glasses and face.

This scene made Yaquan's baby face harmless to human senses add a few traces of bloodthirsty terror.

When the blood suddenly splashed on ya Quan's glasses, his eyes under the lens subconsciously closed and blinked.

When Yaquan opened his eyes, he saw that his eyes were so small that half of them were dyed red, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Dirty.

His glasses were stained.

This information burst into his mind. After Yaquan frowned, he turned the direction of the fruit knife in his hand and attacked Ye Shayan again.

"Ah --"

There was a cry of despair in Ye Yan's eyes.

In an instant, the 15 cm fruit knife was all inserted into a position below Ye Shayan's clavicle.

Yaquan took the handle of the fruit knife and slowly took it back. This time, he didn't take out the fruit knife.

He took off his bloodstained glasses, which looked like calm eyes in the deep sea, and could not see the mistiness of myopia.

Yaquan's clear eyes looked at Ye Shayan without any emotion, and said calmly:

"You soiled my glasses."

Yaquan spoke so carelessly, both in tone and intonation, as if he were saying that the weather was good today.

But

Jim looked at Ye Shayan's right shoulder. There were a large amount of scarlet on the white sheet and a fruit knife inserted straight into her left shoulder, as if to put her left shoulder through. There was only one handle left.

With such a fierce technique, look at ya Quan's careless indifference. In strong contrast, Jim's fingers holding the cigar were unconsciously tight.

Fuck!

I can't see that Yaquan is so cruel.

Ya Quan stabbed in with a knife, and ye Shayan fainted magnificently.

Her hair was very messy. She was scattered on the bed. Her face was pale and bloodless. There were thin beads of sweat on her forehead. It should be a cold sweat.

At this time, Feng Sheng was finally willing to look up at Ye Shayan.

He looked at Ye Shayan, who fainted after a scream. As soon as he loosened his fingers, he threw his cigar on the ground.

The polished leather shoes were lightly stepped on, and the cigarette butts flashing with sparks were trampled out by him.

"Don't let her appear in my sight again."

The vision of Feng Sheng slowly shifted from ye Shayan, who was pale, to Yaquan's face, who took off his glasses. There was no emotional fluctuation in his voice.

His eyes were sharp, as if he had been canonized in cold ice. After he said that, he turned around and walked towards the door step by step.

"I see."

Yaquan looked at the tall and straight figure of Fengsheng turning away and nodded silently.

The silent figure of the canonization seemed to be wrapped in a layer of Millennium ice. Jim didn't dare to stare at the figure of the canonization all the time.

"Yaquan, what does boss mean? Do you want to give her..."

Jim raised his hand, put his fingers together, and his left hand, which was like a knife, crossed his own neck and made a movement of wiping his neck.

In Jim's mouth, she naturally refers to Ye Shayan lying in bed in a coma.

Yaquan looked at Jim and didn't answer him immediately.

Although the boss didn't say it clearly, Yaquan has been with him for so many years and naturally knows what he means.