Chapter 525

In the early morning, the streets were empty. Ye Shaotang stood by the side of the road with his trouser pocket in one hand, letting the street lamp pull his shadow very thin and long.

Holding his cell phone, he dials out the phone number one by one, which has been engraved in his mind, but he does not dare to press the dial-through button. The scene of the last meeting is still fresh in my mind.

Mingshanshan cry red eyes, body rickets like a shrimp.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry She kept retreating, afraid to avoid his approach, tears flying, "I want to try to love you, I really have efforts, but... Sorry, ye Shaotang, really sorry!"

Ye Shaotang stepped forward, raised his hand and wiped the tears on her face. He laughed uglier than he cried: "it's so ugly, and it's even uglier to cry."

He insisted on loving the girl for many years, but still couldn't fall in love with her.

Just like the little hand, he stubbornly fell in love with a girl who didn't love him.

"I'm sorry..." mingshanshan seems to cry exhausted, and her body is shaking, as if she can fall down at any time.

Ye Shaotang gently wiped away her tears and said in a soft voice, "if you don't disturb me, you can feel better. I respect what you mean."

"I'm sorry..." mingshanshan seems to be silly, just can say these three words.

Ye Shaotang suddenly reaches out and hugs mingshanshan in his arms. He hugs mingshanshan forcefully, as if he wants to remember this feeling all his life.

"What to do... It's really too late." Ye Shaotang looks sad, "cherish."

He took a deep breath, suddenly turned around, and heard the girl's painful cry behind him. His heart was like a knife, and every step was like stepping on the tip of a knife.

But even so, we can never look back.

When the cool wind blows on his face, ye Shaotang looks back and looks up at some lonely stars in the sky. He tears a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth and sighs for a long time: "sure enough, you have to pay them back when you come out."

"Don't come here! No The sharp female voice broke the silence of the night.

Ye Shaotang frowned and looked, a girl was staggering over, followed by several abusive men.

"Help me!" The girl couldn't look up and grabbed ye Shaotang's clothes in a panic.

"Ding Yuan?" Ye Shaotang recognized some embarrassed women in front of him.

At this moment, Ding Yuan also recognized ye Shaotang, looked up at the man's surprised eyes, and felt embarrassed. She bit her lip, slowly released and grasped his finger.

In their eyes, she is a heartless betrayer

"Boy, give us this woman!" Several men who killed Matt came after me and yelled, "otherwise..."

Some people even show the white blade, it seems that Ding Yuanshi must win.

Ding Yuan was frightened, but he still pushed ye Shaotang and lowered his eyes: "you go."

If she can't escape, she can't get him involved.

"Stand aside and don't move."

Ye Shao Tang Song loosens his tie, takes off his suit coat and carries it in his hand. He squints and walks over step by step. Before several guys on the opposite side react, the suit swings and knocks down the murder weapon in the man's hand. The metal falls on the ground, making a dull sound.

"Hit him!" A few gangsters swarmed on.

Ding Yuan's fingers were twisted together, and his nervous breathing was about to stop.

Ye Shaotang was not happy in his heart. This time, he played for a long time. However, in a few minutes, several bastards were lying on the ground.

"Not yet?" He said in a cold voice.

Ye Shaotang picked up the suit jacket he had left on the ground and walked towards Ding Yuan. Suddenly he saw Ding Yuan's eyes wide open and his face pale. At the same time, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

As soon as his eyes were tight, his body had already reacted before his brain. He reached out and held Ding Yuanhu in his arms. He carried her on his back. The sound of dagger cutting flesh came from the air.

"Damn it Ye Shaotang looks at his arm and kicks over the man who attacked him.

Ding Yuan was so shocked that he held ye Shaotang's arm: "you're bleeding."

There is a gentle light in the room. Ye Shaotang leans on the sofa and looks at the layout of the room. It is true that everything is exquisite and attentive.

"Why don't you go to Su's?" He asked faintly.

Ding Yuan is looking for the medicine box, smell speech, under the action of a meal, droop eyes did not speak.

The little brother still hopes that she can go back to Su's home, but she doesn't want to see the man called "father" until she finds her mother.

Before her mother lost her mind, she told her again and again that she could not go back, even changed her name. She always felt that there must be a reason why she could make her gentle mother refuse like this.

And the reason is probably the man called "father".

"Take off your shirt." Ding Yuan blushed, looked down at his toes, and his heart "banged" in his chest. Then he quickly explained, "it's hard to bandage the wound in the upper arm."

Ye Shaotang waved: "no bandaging."

This small injury is nothing to him. If it wasn't for Ding Yuan's tearful insistence on treating his wound, and he didn't trust the little girl, he would not have come.

"No way!" Ding Yuan was resolute, holding disinfectant in one hand and cotton swab in the other. He said stubbornly, "it's summer, and it's easy to get infected."

She definitely looked at him, eyes black and white, lips pursed into a stubborn straight line, ye Shaotang can almost be sure, if he does not agree, this girl will always fight with him.

"All right." Ye Shaotang is helpless.

Probably because he has experienced many things, now he is always easy to be soft hearted, and Ding Yuan's persistent appearance always reminds him of another face.

So stubborn, stubborn people sad.

He took off his shirt and showed his wheat skin. After years of exercise, he had a good muscle profile and seemed to be able to reflect the color of light.

"I, I... May have some pain." Ding Yuan blushed, half squatted down, took a deep breath, carefully wiped the blood in front of her, and gradually revealed the everted wound. She turned pale and looked at ye Shaotang with no way to do, "why don't you go to the hospital? The wound needs to be sewn up

Ye Shaotang's expression is calm: "no need."

These years also encountered many dangerous moments, such a wound is really nothing, bandaged will never be long cured.

"You have to bear it." Ding Yuan frowned tightly. His movements were very light. It seemed that he was afraid of hurting him. Ye Shaotang couldn't laugh or cry.

He's not made of paper. Why is this girl so nervous.

"Don't move, don't move!" Ding Yuan said quickly. In a panic, she pressed ye Shaotang's arm. The heat of her palm spread instantly. She was embarrassed and stared round her eyes. She was like an ignorant rabbit. She forgot how to respond, "I, i..."

Ye Shaotang sighed. After all, he was a little girl. Maybe he had never seen such a dangerous moment before. It's normal not to know how to deal with it.

"I'll do it." Ye Shaotang took a look at Ding Yuan, "I'm a little hungry. Go to the next bowl of noodles, will you?"

Ding Yuan nodded: "I will! Yes

When he drives people to the kitchen, ye Shaotang sprinkles disinfectant alcohol on the wound of his arm. He frowns and wipes off the blood stains. Then he takes gauze and wraps it around. His teeth bite one end of the wound to make a quick knot.

When Ding Yuan came out with a bowl of noodles, ye Shaotang was sitting on the sofa with his upper body naked and flipping through a magazine. The white gauze on his arm was very eye-catching, but it could better set off his wheat skin.

"The meal is ready." Ding Yuan put the noodles in front of Ye Shaotang.

White bowl holding noodles, above the floating onion, coriander, tempting taste let ye Shaotang in front of a bright, just feel more hungry.

He sat up straight and was ready to eat. It was very embarrassing to find that his injury was in his right arm and he couldn't use chopsticks at all.

Ding Yuan's eyes suddenly widened.

"You, come here." Ye Shaotang picks eyebrows.

Under the soft light, Ding Yuan, with a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, red faced, fed rice to ye Shaotang. His hands trembled because of nervousness.

"Have you eaten well?" She stammered, more than once thought, just should cook porridge, so ye Shaotang left hand make do with spoon.

It's so easy to serve this man. After eating noodles, Ding Yuanchang took a breath, raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Then he felt his heart return to its original position.

"It's late..." she tried to be gentle. "I'll call a car to take you home."

It's very late. Ding Yuan feels very embarrassed when they share a room like this. Moreover, ye Shaotang is still naked, which is really embarrassing.

"I have no clothes." Ye Shaotang frowned and looked at the shirt dyed red with blood. "Help me find a dress."

He has always been a cleanliness addict. It's impossible for him to put on blood clothes again. His suit and coat became dirty in the previous fight.

"I don't have men's shirts here!" Ding Yuan shook his head and waved his hand, as if worried that ye Shaotang didn't believe it. He emphasized again, "really not!"

Ye Shaotang frowned and stood up to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Ding Yuan was startled and quickly called him, "you, you won't go out like this, will you?"

Naked upper body, really won't be captured by the police uncle as an exposure maniac?

Ye Shaotang wry smile: "I have a habit of cleanliness."

Ding Yuan suddenly silly eyes, brain struggle for a long time, heart a horizontal: "you will make do with a night here, tomorrow morning I go to buy clothes back to you."

This is the best way she can think of at present. She can't watch her savior go out naked when he is injured. If she does that, she will have a bad conscience.

"Good." Ye Shaotang followed the good advice and looked around the room. The gentleman said, "I sleep on the sofa."

If he had been in the past, he would have teased Ding Yuan, but since Ming Shanshan, he seems to have lost his original interest in making a scene.

"I'll sleep on the sofa." Ding Yuan looked at his narrow idyllic sofa, "you sleep in my bedroom."