Hurt his sweetheart
Ling Yuze stood in the same place, holding the cup tightly in his hand, looking like he was going to crush the quilt. He was very struggling in his heart and didn't know whether he was doing it right or not.
Ling Zitong is carrying her skirt and walking in front of her. She is very proud. She looks like a hostess. Even the sound of her high-heeled shoes is like playing a song of victory for her. Now, who can get he Xinying.
Gradually, has been out of the sight of the public, he Xinying a little relieved, not aware that he has been closer and closer to danger.
Lu Liwei has also noticed Ling Zitong's bad thoughts, and he Xinying's direction is clearly away from the bathroom. Moreover, it's clear that there is the location of the warehouse Looking at Ling Zitong's back, Lu Liwei put down his cup, took out his mobile phone and sent out a short message.
"Miss He, this is the bathroom." Lingzitong went to the door and stopped, turned to he Xinying and said.
He Xinying doesn't think much that she hasn't recovered from Ling Yuze's offense. Without hesitation, he Xinying opens the door and walks in. As soon as she looks up at the furnishings inside, he Xinying sees something wrong. She is about to turn around, but she feels a huge push behind her and pushes herself inside. He didn't stand firm for a moment, so he rushed forward.
Ling son pupil sneers a, immediately also followed to go in, quickly lock the door.
"What are you doing?" He Xinying's leg was slipped by the debris on the ground. For a moment, a bright red look appeared on her long white leg.
Ling Zitong is very satisfied with his way of doing it. He Xinying walks to him, raises his foot and steps on he Xinying's leg.
"Ling Zitong! Go away Strong pain comes from he Xinying's legs. He Xinying straightens up and tries to move Ling Zitong's legs, but she can't push them. He Xinying makes a sudden effort and only hears the sound of "tearing". Ling Zitong's evening dress is torn open by he Xinying. He Xinying is in a panic, and Ling Zitong's clothes are torn to pieces.
"Slut, your dirty hands deserve to touch my noble clothes." Ling Zitong looks at his custom-made dress torn by he Xinying. He is even more out of breath. He slaps it in the past. The palm power is very strong. He Xinying's head is also slapped in the past.
For a moment, he Xinying feels so powerless, the strong pain in her legs, the humiliation of Ling Zitong, and everything else makes him feel so sad.
"Shen Junquan..." Inadvertently, he Xinying murmurs, evoking the name of Shen Junquan. At this time, if only he were here.
Lingzitong is still not good, Gan Xiu a pair of reluctant look, stretch out his arm, mercilessly grasped he Xinying's hair, he Xinying's head, which was this force to bring the head up.
Along several rooms one by one to find, eventually if not heard lingzitong that scream, may not be able to find here so quickly. Shen Junquan thinks that he Xinying has an accident. Hearing the scream, he runs away. Without much consideration, he kicks the door open.
See the corner, blood DC of he Xinying, Shen Junquan don't care so much, rushed to the past. With a push, push the Ling son pupil to the corner, almost fall.
"Xinying, what's the matter..." Shen Junquan anxiously holds he Xinying and asks anxiously.
He Xinying can't say anything. When she sees Shen Junquan suddenly, she doesn't want to say anything more. Before Shen Junquan opens her mouth, he Xinying cries wrongly, hugs Shen Junquan tightly and hides in his arms. Then, luliwei followed in. Shen Junquan's fiery action also attracted the attention of many people. After a while, the door was already full of people, speculating about what happened inside.
Shen Junquan hastily picked up he Xinying and rushed to the door. Before walking out of the room, he did not forget to glance at lingzitong coldly.
"Call the doctor!" Shen Junquan roared as he walked, his voice full of dignity with a trace of trembling.
I can tell that he is really anxious
This sentence did not specifically order anyone, but those who heard it were shocked by Shen Junquan's majesty and took out their mobile phones one after another and dialed 120.
Everyone can see that Shen Junquan cares about he Xinying, and everyone can feel his eager and distressed expression.
Ling Zitong is like a garbage, and he is thrown to one side.
However, only Lu Liwei understood Shen Junquan's meaning and took out his mobile phone and got through to Chen Yanbing.
Shen Junquan takes he Xinying to the living room and puts him on the sofa. Hearing the news, the granny, looking at the shocking injury on he Xinying's leg, hurriedly took out the medicine box at home.
"Shen Junquan, I'll come." The eldest grandmother put down her medicine box and squatted down beside Shen Junquan. She said gently, with a caring mother in her eyes.
Shen Junquan really doesn't understand these things, and he is not good at wound treatment. For fear of hurting he Xinying, Shen Junquan honestly gives up. Sitting next to he Xinying, he tightly embraces her in his arms."Xinying doesn't cry. It's OK. I'm here..." Shen Junquan frowned tightly, and his heartache for he Xinying was self-evident.
The more Shen Junquan comforts he Xinying, the more she feels the inexplicable grievance in her heart, and the more her tears surge.
Granny carefully bandaged the wound for he Xinying, and from time to time, she gently blew air on his wound to relieve her pain.
He Xinying is the focus of everyone's attention. No one cares about Ling Zitong at all, so that at last everyone follows Shen Junquan to the living room. Ling Zitong is left alone and no one cares.
After a while, he limped from the warehouse to the hall. Lingzitong's embarrassed appearance, so exposed in front of the public.
"What's going on?" Ling Yuze found the limping lingzitong, quickly came forward to hold her, angry quality asked.
Ling Yuze's attitude really made Ling Zitong feel cold. After he was injured, instead of caring, he blamed himself. Yes? Are you blaming yourself for hurting his sweetheart?
Ling Zitong looks at Ling Yuze's anxious appearance because of he Xinying. He feels disdainful and shakes Ling Yuze's hand away.
"So what kind of identity is she? It's superfluous."
"Yes, it's in the way."
"It's really ungrateful to stir up between master Shen and Mrs Shen."