Chapter 4145

Zhuang Xiaoyu was frightened and screamed, "Who are you, help!"

Wen Zhu and Yu Sui rushed over from nowhere, suddenly stood in front of her, kicked the beggar away, punched and kicked.

The beggar screamed from the beating, but still refused to leave, and crawled towards the carriage on the snowy ground, dragging a long bloodstain on the snow-white ground.

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't bear to stop Yu Sui and Wen Zhu: "Stop beating, give him some money, and let him find a place to live with good food."

As she said that, she took off the purse she was carrying and threw it in front of the beggar: "You can use this money to buy some food and drink, it will be enough for you to spend the whole winter."

Unexpectedly, the beggar held the purse tightly with his swollen hand, looked up at Zhuang Xiaoyu, and actually shed two lines of blood and tears, and opened and closed his tongueless mouth.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at that mouth, and finally saw clearly what the man was going to say: Xiaoyu, I am brother, I am Zhuang Minghao!

After speaking, the man's body burned and turned into ashes little by little.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was in a daze, and when she realized it, she rushed forward desperately, digging desperately with her hands in the snow full of black ash and blood, "Brother, don't go, brother! "

She cried earth-shatteringly, but her heart seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't breathe heavily.

Her throat seemed to be held down by something, and she exerted all her strength, but she couldn't make a big sound. The passers-by who came and went seemed to have never seen this scene at all, and no one helped her...

Qin Wuyan yelled for a long time, but did not wake Zhuang Xiaoyu up. Watching her keep calling for brother, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, she was burning with anxiety.

After thinking about it, Qin Wuyan searched around in the bedroom, picked up the embroidery needle, held Zhuang Xiaoyu's finger, and stabbed it hard.

Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt a tingling pain in her fingers, and finally woke up from the nightmare.

Qin Wuyan's handsome face came into view. The man was worried and worried. When he saw her wake up, he tied the embroidery needle on the curtain, picked her up, and put her in his arms, "Xiao Yu, don't I'm afraid, you're just having a nightmare."

The dream was so real that even if Zhuang Xiaoyu woke up, he could still see the beggar's ferocious face and helpless eyes.

A person can change everything, can change beyond recognition, can become dumb, but the eyes he looks at familiar relatives will not be changed so easily.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's whole body was sore and limp, and his clothes were all wet with sweat.

She was panicked, with indescribable panic and fear all over her face.

Seeing that she didn't seem to have woken up from the nightmare, Qin Wuyan held her small face and kissed her lips: "Xiao Yu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhuang Xiaoyu instinctively wanted to push him away, but just as her palm touched Qin Wuyan's chest, she changed her focus again. She turned her face away, panting, and said in a low voice, "I want to drink water."

Qin Wuyan let go of her, and immediately went to pour water for her.

Zhuang Xiaoyu lay on the head of the bed, closed her eyes, and covered her chest, the tears from the corners of her eyes slipped out again, fearing that Qin Wuyan would notice something, she quickly raised her hand to wipe it off.

Qin Wuyan held the porcelain cup, lifted the gauze curtain, and fed warm water to Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips: "Drink some water."

Zhuang Xiaoyu took two sips of water from Qin Wuyan's hand, then turned his head and asked, "What time is it?"