Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

I saw Huangfu Xijue stretched out his arm, snatched the glass shards from the man's hand without any mistakes, and then made a half arc in the air, and the man who was standing on the ground fell straight to the ground.

The man's body was left with half-deep wounds on his wrists after the action of Huangfu Xijue scratching with the glass shards, and a gash on his thigh.This opening may seem inconspicuous, but it is an important vein that connects the whole body, and it is also the place where you can feel more pain.

"Ah..." The man lay on the ground, moaning in pain.

Huangfu Xijue pulled Mu Xiaoyan and walked out, with a thick murderous look on his face, and an aura that made people feel unbearable.

"Hey, is this really good?" Mu Xiaoyan held Huangfu Xijue back, and glanced at the man lying on the ground with a worried expression on his face.

He blocked the way of Huangfu Xijue, Huangfu Xijue had put up with him twice, and now it was just a few cuts on his body, so of course he would not feel that there was any fault in his current behavior.

"Where is there a hospital that can treat burns?" Huangfu Xijue dragged Mu Xiaoyan to Sister Feng, looked at Sister Feng with a serious expression, and asked.

The burn now was different from yesterday's, the whole bowl of porridge was spilled on her arm, and it was red and swollen, which made Huangfu Xijue very worried.

Sister Feng was suppressed by his aggressive aura for a moment, she stared blankly at Huangfu Xijue, and it took a while to realize that he was asking herself a question: "After Mu Xiaoyan used it last night, I put it under the counter. If the box is inside, it’s just a burn, so there’s no need to go to the hospital.”

Even if they went to the hospital, they couldn't even afford the registration money now.

"Sister Feng has already said that, so don't take me there. Now is the time when the store is busy, so we'd better continue working in the store." Mu Xiaoyan said to dissuade Huangfu Xijue.

"Mu Xiaoyan!" Hearing what Mu Xiaoyan said, Huangfu Xijue suddenly turned his head, his eyes were tightly locked on her face, that look seemed to have the desire to swallow Mu Xiaoyan Feel.

"Huangfu Xijue, don't you remember? My family runs a noodle restaurant. These jobs are not a problem for me at all..."

"Mu Xiaoyan, the problem now is that you were burned, not what your family does. To say you are stupid, you are really stupid."

The man not far away was lying on the ground, twitching unceasingly, blood flowed out from his wound little by little, she no longer had the strength to support her body to continue to nauseate Huangfu Xijue.

After answering Huangfu Xijue's question, Sister Feng hurriedly ran to the side of the man, and carefully sat her down on the ground next to her, with a reproachful tone: "Say, what good thing did you dare to do?"

The man's mouth closed together, and his lips spit out slowly: "How do I know why it is like this, this man... the end of the year.

"Chef, tell me." With a deliberative smile on her face, Sister Feng raised her head to ask who was still in charge.

"Sister Feng, brother Ming just wanted to get fried dough sticks, but I didn't give them to him because there wasn't enough, and then he sprinkled the porridge on Xiaoyan's body..." The chef looked at Sister Feng seriously, and couldn't help but move his hands. Stretching out the dough on the panel he had put down shortly.