President Gao Leng's little wife

Han Weiyi's expression was ferocious for a while, and calm again for a while.

She muttered to herself, standing there, dazed.

“唯依？”

Such a Han Weiyi looked very abnormal, Han Tianyi couldn't help calling out to her.

With this sound, Han Weiyi's expression suddenly twisted in pain.

"Ah! Brother! No!"

She tore her hair and let out a frenzied roar, which startled both Xia Yuluo and Han Tianyi.

She raised her head slowly, her hair disheveled.

Because of the force, his head was pulled a little crookedly.

There was a weird smile on her face, which looked rather weird.

She tore her hair like this, and walked towards Xia Yuluo and Han Tianyi with a stiff body.

The posture is extremely weird, like a puppet on a string, it's indescribably strange.

"Ha ha--"

There was a strange sound in her throat, and her clear eyes were full of blank glances.

Plus she has disheveled hair.

Han Weiyi has gone crazy.

She walked slowly in front of Xia Yuluo.

Every time she took a step, Han Tianyi took a step back to protect Xia Yuhou.

Han Tianyi also sensed something was wrong with Han Weiyi like this.

His eyes suddenly became tangled.

Han Weiyi only took a few steps forward.

She straightened without bending down, squatted down, and picked up a piece of debris from the ground with stiff movements.

Han Tianyi's expression became tense.

The sharp shard pointed at Xia Yuluo, and then pointed at his heart.

There was a complicated look in her eyes, and she pressed the fragment with her hand and stabbed it vigorously towards her chest.

"Either, she goes away, or I die."

The fragment was quickly pushed in half a foot by her.

Han Weiyi didn't seem to know anything, but just stared at Han Tianyi.

Her tone was ruthless.

Han Tianyi still had no choice but to watch Han Weiyi die.

His expression melted like an ice cube, and he unconsciously took a step forward and stretched out his hand:

"Weiyi—"

"Brother!" Han Weiyi looked excited.

Her sound woke up Han Tianyi suddenly, and his footsteps stopped.

Then she firmly grasped Xia Yuluo's hand:

"Your life has nothing to do with me."

He pulled Xia Yuluo and turned around and walked into the house, as indifferent as someone who stayed out of the matter.

Han Weiyi's nerves finally broke.

She waved the fragments in her hand and rushed towards Xia Yuluo frantically:

"Xia Yuluo!"

When the two turned their heads, a cold light flashed in front of their eyes, and Han Weiyi's fragments had already been scratched in front of them.

Han Tianyi's body was ahead of his consciousness, and he pushed Xia Yuluo behind him.

He took Han Weiyi's blow abruptly.

The shirt on his chest was scratched severely, and traces of blood seeped out.

Suddenly, spots of blood bloomed on his chest.

That patch of red hurt Han Weiyi's eyes.

She hastily dropped the fragments in her hand, still clamoring:
"You are mine! You let her go! Let her go!"

She growled and wanted to come closer again.

Han Tianyi closed his eyes, this farce should come to an end.

His eyes were full of icicles.

With a sharp move, he pinched her wrist, clasped it behind her, and firmly subdued Han Weiyi.

Han Weiyi opened his mouth wide, biting everywhere, talking nonsense.

It was nothing more than to chase Xia Yuluo away.

She looked at Xia Yuluo's expression, which was no different from a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred.

He took out his phone and called a private doctor, who gave her a tranquilizer and finally calmed her down.

Zhang's mother tidied up the remnants in the living room.

Han Tianyi casually bandaged the wound, then ran to Xia Yuluo's side to check her hands.

Xia Yuluo was warmed by his worried expression, smiled slightly, and shook her head:

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

But she put her hand on Han Tianyi's bandaged chest with distress.